With certain limitations it didn't matter an atom whom Cecily married.

So that he was sound and decent, with reasonable prospects, her simple requirements and ours for her would be quite met.
There was the ghost of a consolation in that; one needn't be anxious or exacting.
I could predict with a certain amount of confidence that in her first season she would probably receive three or four proposals, any one of which she might accept with as much propriety and satisfaction as any other one.

For Cecily it was so simple; prearranged by nature like her digestion, one could not see any logical basis for difficulties.

A nice upstanding sapper, a dashing Bengal Lancer--oh, I could think of half a dozen types that would answer excellently.

She was the kind of young person, and that was the summing up of it, to marry a type and be typically happy.