She thought her uncle was too old.
She besought dear Moses and dear Simeon not to quarrel with each other, and offend their father by pressing their suit.

Ben Minories from London, she said, was too young, and Jochanan from Paris, she pointed out to Isaac of York, must be a spendthrift, or he would not wear those absurd waistcoats.

As for Ben Jonah, she said, she could not bear the notion of tobacco and Dutch herrings: she wished to stay with her papa, her dear papa.

In fine, she invented a thousand excuses for delay, and it was plain that marriage was odious to her.

The only man whom she received with anything like favor, was young Bevis Marks of London, with whom she was very familiar.