I know that such a girl as Harriet is exactly what every man delights in--what at once bewitches his senses and satisfies his judgment.

Oh! Harriet may pick and chuse.

Were you, yourself, ever to marry, she is the very woman for you.

And is she, at seventeen, just entering into life, just beginning to be known, to be wondered at because she does not accept the first offer she receives?
No--pray let her have time to look about her." "I have always thought it a very foolish intimacy," said Mr.Knightley presently, "though I have kept my thoughts to myself; but I now perceive that it will be a very unfortunate one for Harriet.

You will puff her up with such ideas of her own beauty, and of what she has a claim to, that, in a little while, nobody within her reach will be good enough for her.
Vanity working on a weak head, produces every sort of mischief.