I think I should go mad if you were to give me a rival; but then I do not understand that ill-natured jealousy which would rob the beloved object of all affections but the one.

I know my Helen loves her father--loves him, perhaps, as well, or better, than she does me.

Well, in spite of that, I love him too.

Do you know, I never see that erect form, that model of courage and probity, come into a room, but I say to myself, 'Here comes my benefactor; but for this man there would be no Helen in the world.' Well, dearest, an unexpected circumstance has given me a little military influence (these things do happen in the City); and I really believe that, what with his acknowledged merits (I am secretly informed a very high personage said, the other day, he had not received justice), and the influence I speak of, a post will shortly be offered to your father that will enable him to live, henceforth, in England, with comfort, I might say, affluence.
Perhaps he might live with us.

That depends upon himself.
"Looking forward to this, and my own still greater happiness, diverts my mind awhile from the one ever-pressing anxiety.