The event was a matter of course.

Rowland, who had been lately reproaching himself with a failure of attention to Miss Blanchard's doings, made some such observation.
"But you did not find it so!" cried his hostess.

"It was a matter of course, perhaps, that Mr.Leavenworth, who seems to be going about Europe with the sole view of picking up furniture for his 'home,' as he calls it, should think Miss Blanchard a very handsome piece; but it was not a matter of course--or it need n't have been--that she should be willing to become a sort of superior table-ornament.

She would have accepted you if you had tried." "You are supposing the insupposable," said Rowland.

"She never gave me a particle of encouragement." "What would you have had her do?
The poor girl did her best, and I am sure that when she accepted Mr.Leavenworth she thought of you." "She thought of the pleasure her marriage would give me." "Ay, pleasure indeed! She is a thoroughly good girl, but she has her little grain of feminine spite, like the rest.