What political enthusiasm could she indulge with such a companion down in Cambridgeshire?
She thought too much of all this,--and was, if I may say, over-prudent in calculating the chances of her happiness and of his.

For, to give her credit for what was her due, she was quite as anxious on the latter head as on the former.

"I don't care for the Roman Senate," she would say to herself.

"I don't care much for the Girondists.

How am I to talk to him day after day, night after night, when we shall be alone together ?" No doubt her tour in Switzerland with her cousin had had some effect in making such thoughts stronger now than they had ever been.