Many of those who were buzzing around her from day to day, were distasteful to her.

From among them she knew that she could not take a husband, let their rank and wealth be what it might.

She was too fastidious, too proud, too prone to think that things should be with her as she liked them! This last was in all things pleasant to her.
Though he was but a boy, there was a certain boyish manliness about him.

The very way in which he had grasped at her hand and had then blushed ruby-red at his own daring, had gone far with her.

How gracious he was to look at! Dear sweet boy! Love him?
No;--she did not know that she loved him.