She denied none of it aloud, and agreed to none of it in private.

At first sight, his address is certainly not striking; and his person can hardly be called handsome, till the expression of his eyes, which are uncommonly good, and the general sweetness of his countenance, is perceived.

Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery. I quit such odious subjects as soon as I can, impatient to restore everybody not greatly in fault themselves to tolerable comfort, and to have done with all the rest.

But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.

I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends.

And if I had not a letter to write myself, I might sit by you and admire the evenness of your writing, as another young lady once did. But I have an aunt too, who must not be longer neglected.

“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”