Hermione had married simply a baronet, and not the richest or the most amiable among baronets; but she had married a man suitable in age and wealth, with whom any girl might have been in love.

She had not sold herself to be the nurse, or not to be the nurse, as it might turn out, of a worn-out debauche.

She would have hinted nothing of this, perhaps have thought nothing of this, had not Julia and Lord Ongar walked together through the Clavering groves as though they were two young people.

She owed it as a duty to her sister to point out that Lord Ongar could not be a romantic young person, and ought not to be encouraged to play that part.
"I don't know that I have made anything of him," answered Julia.

"I suppose he's much like other men when they're going to be married." Julia quite understood the ideas that were passing through her sister's mind, and did not feel them to be unnatural.
"What I mean is, that he has come out so strong in the Romeo line, which we hardly expected, you know.