I liked the others--they were kind and good; especially Andy.

Oh, Andy! dear old Andy! I have thought of him so much during the last five years, and bad as I am I have prayed every night that he would not forget me.
"Aunt Barbara, I did not love Richard, and that was my great mistake.

I ought not to have married him, but I was so sore and unhappy then that any change was a relief.

I do not see now how I ever could have loved Frank; but I did, or thought I did, and was constantly contrasting Richard with him and making myself more miserable.

If I had loved Richard things would have been so much easier to bear.