I might as well enquire,” replied she, “why with so evident a design of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character?
I am going to take a heroine whom no one but myself will much like
She was happy, she knew she was happy, and knew she ought to be happy.
My characters shall have, after a little trouble, all that they desire.
I was quiet but I was not blind.
She knew that what Marianne and her mother conjectured one moment, they believed the next: that with them, to wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect.