Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.

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

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.

The ladies here probably exchanged looks which meant, 'Men never know when things are dirty or not;' and the gentlemen perhaps thought each to himself, 'Women will have their little nonsense and needless cares.'

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness.

She had a lively, playful disposition that delighted in anything ridiculous.