Marriage is indeed a maneuvering business.

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?

To her own heart it was a delightful affair, to her imagination it was even a ridiculous one, but to her reason, her judgment, it was completely a puzzle.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.

I trust that absolutes have gradations.

Eleanor went to her room "where she was free to think and be wretched.