Surely, of all the forms in which love torments the heart, this was the most terrible and pitiable.
Mr.Lusignan found his daughter in tears.
"Why, what is the matter now ?" said he, a little peevishly.

"We have had nothing of this sort of thing lately." "Papa, it is because I have misconducted myself.

I am a foolish, imprudent girl.

I have been flirting with Mr.Falcon, and he has taken a CRUEL advantage of it--proposed to me--this very afternoon--actually!" "Has he?
Well, he is a fine fellow, and has a landed estate in Norfolk.
There's nothing like land.

They may well call it real property--there is something to show; you can walk on it, and ride on it, and look out of window at it: that IS property." "Oh, papa! what are you saying?
Would you have me marry one man when I belong to another ?" "But you don't belong to any one except to me." "Oh, yes; I do.