How we shall miss you! and you, too, will not forget us ?" "Forget you! Ah, no, indeed! But why should I leave you?
Why will you not speak to my mother, implore her to let me remain?
We were so happy till these strangers came.

We did not think there was any other world,--_here_ there is world enough for me!" "My poor Evelyn," said Mr.Aubrey, gently, "I have spoken to your mother and to Mrs.Leslie; they have confided to me all the reasons for your departure, and I cannot but subscribe to their justice.

You do not want many months of the age when you will be called upon to decide whether Lord Vargrave shall be your husband.

Your mother shrinks from the responsibility of influencing your decision; and here, my child, inexperienced, and having seen so little of others, how can you know your own heart ?" "But, oh, Mr.Aubrey," said Evelyn, with an earnestness that overcame embarrassment, "have I a choice left to me?
Can I be ungrateful, disobedient to him who was a father to me?
Ought I not to sacrifice my own happiness?
And how willingly would I do so, if my mother would smile on me approvingly!" "My child," said the curate, gravely, "an old man is a bad judge of the affairs of youth; yet in this matter, I think your duty plain.

Do not resolutely set yourself against Lord Vargrave's claim; do not persuade yourself that you must be unhappy in a union with him.