Do you know who it is ?" "No, I do not know; I do not know, but I have a little suspicion." "Yes, it is you, my dearest, and it is perhaps you, naughty sister, who makes me so insensible and cruel on this point.

I love you too much; you fill my heart; you have occupied it entirely; there is no room for any one else.

Prefer any one to you! Love any one more than you! That will never, never be!" "Oh, yes, it will." "Oh, no.

Love differently, perhaps, but more--no.

He must not count upon that, this gentleman whom I expect, and who does not arrive." "Do not be afraid, my Betty, there is room in your heart for all whom you should love--for your husband, for your children, and that without your old sister losing anything.