The truth is, that in London it is always a sickly season. Nobody is healthy in London, nobody can be.

We can all begin freely—a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.

Let no one presume to give the feelings of a young woman on receiving the assurance of that affection of which she has scarcely allowed herself to entertain a hope.

It was, perhaps, one of those cases in which advice is good or bad only as the event decides.

She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.