Remember you are not yet nineteen, and many years are yet to pass before any one can set you down as an old maid: you cannot tell what Providence may have in store for you.

And meantime, remember you have a right to the protection and support of your mother and brother, however they may seem to grudge it.' 'You are so grave, Mrs.Huntingdon,' said Esther, after a pause.

'When Milicent uttered the same discouraging sentiments concerning marriage, I asked if she was happy: she said she was; but I only half believed her; and now I must put the same question to you.' 'It is a very impertinent question,' laughed I, 'from a young girl to a married woman so many years her senior, and I shall not answer it.' 'Pardon me, dear madam,' said she, laughingly throwing herself into my arms, and kissing me with playful affection; but I felt a tear on my neck, as she dropped her head on my bosom and continued, with an odd mixture of sadness and levity, timidity and audacity,--'I know you are not so happy as I mean to be, for you spend half your life alone at Grassdale, while Mr.Huntingdon goes about enjoying himself where and how he pleases.

I shall expect my husband to have no pleasures but what he shares with me; and if his greatest pleasure of all is not the enjoyment of my company, why, it will be the worse for him, that's all.' 'If such are your expectations of matrimony, Esther, you must, indeed, be careful whom you marry--or rather, you must avoid it altogether.'.