May I ask you what these questions tend?' 'Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.' 'And what is your success?' She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.

A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.

I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.

Where shall we see a better daughter, or a kinder sister, or a truer friend?

I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything's being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.

Beware how you give your heart.