"There are some people," thought I, "with whom one could spend life very happily in a quiet fashion; people who would not offend one's taste, or greatly provoke one's temper, and whom one feels that one could please in like manner.
_Suitable_ people, in fact.

And when a fellow has had his great heart-ache and it's all over, no doubt suitableness is the thing to make married life happy....

Maria is suitable." I remember well the day I came to this conclusion.

Our visitors had not yet arrived, but Polly was expected the next day, and Leo and some others shortly.

"I may as well get it over before the house is full," I thought.