You avoid young girls and young men.

You waste your life with people already settled.

You have taken on the full airs and speech of a married woman, in advance of having a husband--and that is folly bordering on insanity.

You have discarded everything that men--marrying men--the right sort of men--demand in maidenhood.

I repeat, you are a miserable failure." "A miserable failure," echoed Margaret, staring dismally into the glass.
"And I repeat," continued the old lady, somewhat less harshly, though not less resolutely, "this season ends it.