" He was silent till she glanced up at him again, with a sweet wistfulness, that was rather frequent with her; turning half roundfor he stood at her side, not quite enough at his ease to look continually in her facehe was much surprised to find her so charming, so naive in all her movements, and in the flitting expressions of her face.

There was something almost boyishly naive about him, notwithstanding his obvious bad temper.

I suppose it was rather naive of me to think that I could, all at once, make a change like that.