[Mrs. Allen was] never satisfied with the day unless she spent the chief of it by the side of Mrs. Thorpe, in what they called conversation, but in which there was scarcely ever any exchange of opinion, and not often any resemblance of subject, for Mrs. Thorpe talked chiefly of her children, and Mrs. Allen of her gowns.

What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps one in a continual state of inelegance.

It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.

Indeed, I am very sorry to be right in this instance. I would much rather have been merry than wise.

Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.

Every moment had its pleasure and its hope.

I have never yet found that the advice of a Sister could prevent a young Man's being in love if he chose it.