"I hope he does not, my dear," she said.
"_I_ do not intend to marry either.

I am never going to be married at all," said Lucina, with a seeming irrelevance which caused Camilla to make mild eyes of surprise and wonder sadly, after her niece had gone home, if it were possible that the dear child had, thus early, been crossed in love.
Lucina, ever since Jerome's confession of love, had experienced a curious revulsion from her maiden dreams.

She had such instinctive docility of character that she was at times amenable to influences entirely beyond her own knowledge.

Not understanding in the least Jerome's attitude of renunciation, she accepted it for herself also.
She no longer builded bridal air-castles.

She still embroidered her chair-covers, thinking that they would look very pretty in the north parlor, and some of the old chairs could be moved to the garret to make room for them.