No doubt he is a sensible man, and I suppose may have a natural talent for--thinks strongly and clearly--and when he takes a pen in hand, his thoughts naturally find proper words.

It is so with some men.
Yes, I understand the sort of mind.

Vigorous, decided, with sentiments to a certain point, not coarse.

A better written letter, Harriet (returning it,) than I had expected." "Well," said the still waiting Harriet;--"well--and--and what shall I do ?" "What shall you do! In what respect?
Do you mean with regard to this letter ?" "Yes." "But what are you in doubt of?
You must answer it of course--and speedily." "Yes.

But what shall I say?
Dear Miss Woodhouse, do advise me." "Oh no, no! the letter had much better be all your own.