But I was blind, deaf, and dumb to their advances.

Their reproaches were meaningless, their caresses treacherous, and I would have none of them.
I would stand where they themselves had placed me, but I would draw no nearer to set their consciences at rest.

And then there was Captain Tyrrell at the Hall.
Why did Grace Tyrrell want me to marry her brother?
I do not know; unless because she liked me, for she was fond of him; unless because my substantial dowry would be of use to the needy man of fashion.

I had heard before that he had made two unsuccessful attempts to marry an heiress.

I was not an heiress, but the hand that I should give to a husband would be pretty well filled.