"Oh Miss Murray! you don't mean to say that such a thing could really give you pleasure! However cross or—"
"Well I know it's very wrong;—but never mind! I mean to be good sometime—only don't preach now, there's a good creature—I havn't told you half yet. . .Let me see. . .Oh! I was going to tell you how many unmistakable admirers I had;—Sir Thomas Ashby was one,—Sir Hugh Meltham and Sir Broadley Wilson are old codgers, only fit companions for papa and mama. Sir Thomas is young, rich, and gay, but an ugly beast nevertheless: however, mama says I should not mind that after a few months' acquaintance. Then, there was Harry Meltham, Sir Hugh's younger son, rather good-looking, and a pleasant fellow to flirt with; but being a younger son, that is all he is good for: then there was young Mr. Green, rich enough, but of no family, and a great stupid fellow, a mere country booby; and then, our good rector Mr. Hatfield, an humble admirer, he ought to consider himself; but I fear he has forgotten to number humility among his stock of christian virtues."
