But she never has a doubt as to her conduct in that respect.

She will not allow her dreams of ambition to be disturbed by such folly as love.
In all that there might be something, if not good and great, nevertheless grand, if her ambition, though worldly, had in it a touch of nobility.

But this poor creature is made with her bleared blind eyes to fall into the very lowest depths of feminine ignobility.

One lover comes after another.

Harry Esmond is, of course, the lover with whom the reader interests himself.