Sophia soon found out that this idea flattered and pleased him, and it gave her neither shame nor regret to indorse it.

She loved no one but Julius, and she made a kind of merit in giving up every one for him.

The sentiment sounded rather well; but it was really an intense selfishness, wearing the mask of unselfishness.

She did not reflect that the daily love and duty due to others cannot be sinlessly withheld, or given to some object of our own particular choice, or that such a selfish idolatry is a domestic crime.
It was a very unhappy time to Charlotte.

Her mother was weary with many unusual cares, her father more silent and depressed than she had ever before seen him.