She saw in it but an aggravation of the evil.

It only added a dangerous character to himself.

He was brilliant, he was headstrong.
Lady Russell had little taste for wit, and of anything approaching to imprudence a horror.

She deprecated the connexion in every light.
Such opposition, as these feelings produced, was more than Anne could combat.

Young and gentle as she was, it might yet have been possible to withstand her father's ill-will, though unsoftened by one kind word or look on the part of her sister; but Lady Russell, whom she had always loved and relied on, could not, with such steadiness of opinion, and such tenderness of manner, be continually advising her in vain.
She was persuaded to believe the engagement a wrong thing: indiscreet, improper, hardly capable of success, and not deserving it.