This is an evening of wonders, indeed!

Marry me. Marry me, my wonderful, darling friend.

Catherine had never wanted comfort more, and he [Henry] looked as if he was aware of it.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

One man's style must not be the rule of another's.

A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.

What are you thinking of so earnestly?" said he, as they walked back to the ballroom; "not of your partner, I hope, for, by that shake of the head, your meditations are not satisfactory." Catherine coloured, and said, "I was not thinking of anything." That is artful and deep, to be sure; but I had rather be told at once that you will not tell me." Well then, I will not." Thank you; for now we shall soon be acquainted, as I am authorized to tease you on this subject whenever we meet, and nothing in the world advances intimacy so much.