No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages. She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.

This is an evening of wonders, indeed!

She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.

for he is such a disagreeable man, that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him.

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.

She told the story, however, with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in any thing ridiculous.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.