He has chosen his partner, indeed, with rare felicity.

He will make you happy, Fanny; I know he will make you happy; but you will make him everything." "I would not engage in such a charge," cried Fanny, in a shrinking accent; "in such an office of high responsibility!" "As usual, believing yourself unequal to anything! fancying everything too much for you! Well, though I may not be able to persuade you into different feelings, you will be persuaded into them, I trust.

I confess myself sincerely anxious that you may.

I have no common interest in Crawford's well-doing.

Next to your happiness, Fanny, his has the first claim on me.