There could have never been two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always approachable.

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

Single women have a dreadful propensity for being poor. Which is one very strong argument in favor of matrimony.

I have not the pleasure of understanding you.

One likes to hear what is to be going on, to be au fair with the newest modes of being trifling and silly.