Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

She is loveliness itself.

There is something so amiable in the prejudices of a young mind, that one is sorry to see them give way to the reception of more general opinions.

Every young lady may feel for my heroine in this critical moment, for every young lady has at some time or other known the same agitation.

She will never submit to any thing requiring industry and patience, and a subjection of the fancy to the understanding.

A man . . . must have a very good opinion of himself when he asks people to leave their own fireside, and encounter such a day as this, for the sake of coming to see him. He must think himself a most agreeable fellow.