This was a lucky recollection -- it saved her from something like regret.
It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.
Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.
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.
She is loveliness itself.
I have never yet known what it was to separate esteem from love