I wish young ladies had not such a number of fine Christian names.

I should never be out if they were all Sophys, or something of that sort.

Well, this Miss Louisa, we all thought, you know, was to marry Frederick.

He was courting her week after week.

The only wonder was, what they could be waiting for, till the business at Lyme came; then, indeed, it was clear enough that they must wait till her brain was set to right.