Eleanor went to her room "where she was free to think and be wretched.
You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.
I should infinitely prefer a book.
Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.
One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
Is there not something wanted, Miss Price, in our language - a something between compliments and - and love - to suit the sort of friendly acquaintance we have had together?