The Less Said The Better.

Without Thinking Highly Either Of Men Or Of Matrimony, Marriage Had Always Been Her Object; It Was The Only Honourable Provision For Well-educated Young Women Of Small Fortune, And However Uncertain Of Giving Happiness, Must Be Their Pleasantest Preservative From Want.

Told Herself Likewise Not To Hope. But It Was Too Late. Hope Had Already Entered.

I Could Not Be Happy With A Man Whose Taste Did Not In Every Point Coincide With My Own. He Must Enter In All My Feelings; The Same Books, The Same Music Must Charm Us Both.

But To Appear Happy When I Am So Miserable — Oh! Who Can Require It?

When I Fall In Love, It Will Be Forever.