'Well, I am glad your heart did not surrender at discretion, or rather without discretion.

Then I may tell you, without fear or preface, that the Lady Isabel, who "talks of refinement, delicacy, sense," is going to stoop at once, and marry--Heathcock.' Lord Colambre was not surprised, but concerned and disgusted, as he always felt, even when he did not care for the individual, from hearing anything which tended to lower the female sex in public estimation.
'As to myself,' said he, 'I cannot say I have had an escape, for I don't think I ever was in much danger.' 'It is difficult to measure danger when it is over--past danger, like past pain, is soon forgotten,' said the old general.

'At all events, I rejoice in your present safety.' 'But is she really going to be married to Heathcock ?' said Lord Colambre.
'Positively; they all came over in the same packet with me, and they are all in town now, buying jewels, and equipages, and horses.

Heathcock, you know, is as good as another man, A PEU PRES, for all those purposes; his father is dead, and left him a large estate.

QUE VOULEZ VOUS?
as the French valet said to me on the occasion.