Julius will not approve of a young man like Steve in our family, and it ought not to be.

I am sure father and mother think so." At this point in her reflections, she heard Charlotte enter her own room, but she did not go to her.

Sophia had a dislike to wet, untidy people, and she was not in any particular flurry to tell her success.
Indeed, she was rather inclined to revel for an hour in the sense of it belonging absolutely to Julius and herself.

She was not one of those impolitic women, who fancy that they double their happiness by imparting it to others.
She determined to dress with extraordinary care.

The occasion warranted it, surely; for it was not only Christmas Eve, it was also her betrothal eve.