She will usurp the lead; she will play the man.
Let matters go on as they are.

We know our personal worth.
Arrived at this point in the perpetual round of the conflict Carinthia had implanted, Fleetwood entered anew the ranks of the ordinary men of wealth and a coronet, and he hugged himself.

He enjoyed repose; knowing it might be but a truce.

Matters might go on as they were.

Still, he wished her away from those Wythans, residing at Esslemont.