That's the thing: I may, perhaps, bear with the man; but I cannot honour
him.
Then don't vow to honour him. Don't meet him at the altar.
Yet I must. But I believe I think too much: and consideration is no
friend to wedlock.--Would to Heaven that the same hour that my hand and
Lord G----'s were joined, yours and my brother's were also united!
Ah, Miss Grandison! If you love me, try to wean me; and not to encourage
hopes of what never, never can be.
Dear creature! You will be greater than Clementina, and that is greater
than the greatest, if you can conquer a passion, that overturned her
reason.
Do not, my Charlotte, make comparisons in which the conscience of your
Harriet tells her she must be a sufferer. There is no occasion for me to
despise myself, in order to hold myself inferior to Clementina.
Well, you are a noble creature!--But, the approaching Tuesday--I cannot
bear to think of it.
Dear Charlotte!
And dear Harriet too!--But the officiousness, the assiduities, of this
trifling man are disgustful to me.