Her reflections were in general satisfactory.

Mr.Collins, to be sure, was neither sensible nor agreeable; his society was irksome, and his attachment to her must be imaginary.

But still he would be her husband.

Without thinking highly either of men or matrimony, marriage had always been her object; it was the only provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want.

This preservative she had now obtained; and at the age of twenty-seven, without having ever been handsome, she felt all the good luck of it.