Every Moment Had Its Pleasure

What Do You Know Of My Heart? What Do You Know Of Anything But Your Own Suffering. For Weeks, Marianne, I've Had This Pressing On Me Without Being At Liberty To Speak Of It To A Single Creature. It Was Forced On Me By The Very Person Whose Prior Claims Ruined All My Hope. I Have Endured Her Exultations Again And Again Whilst Knowing Myself To Be Divided From Edward Forever. Believe Me, Marianne, Had I Not Been Bound To Silence I Could Have Provided Proof Enough Of A Broken Heart, Even For You.

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.

Of This She Was Perfectly Unaware; To Her He Was Only The Man Who Had Made Himself Agreeable Nowhere, And Who Had Not Thought Her Handsome Enough To Dance With.

She Began Now To Comprehend That He Was Exactly The Man Who, In Disposition And Talents, Would Most Suit Her. His Understanding And Temper, Though Unlike Her Own, Would Have Answered All Her Wishes. It Was An Union That Must Have Been To The Advantage Of Both: By Her Ease And Liveliness, His Mind Might Have Been Softened, His Manners Improved; And From His Judgement, Information, And Knowledge Of The World, She Must Have Received Benefit Of Greater Importance.

I Leave It To Be Settled, By Whomsoever It May Concern, Whether The Tendency Of This Work Be Altogether To Recommend Parental Tyranny, Or Reward Filial Disobedience.