What you propose does not attract me at all.

Marriage--in my view--wants something--deeper--to build on than you suggest.' 'Inconsistent woman!' cried the inner voice, but Elizabeth silenced it.

She was not inconsistent.

She would have resented love-making, but _feeling_--something to gild the chain!--that she had certainly expected.

The absence of it humiliated her.
The Squire's countenance fell.
'Deeper ?' he said, with a puzzled look.