"Surely you must know that I hope he may one day be your husband; that is to say, if you prove yourself worthy of the excellent training I have given you.

I cannot suppose Mr Farquhar would take any undisciplined girl as a wife." Jemima held tight by a chair near which she was standing.

She did not speak; her father was pleased by her silence--it was the way in which he liked his projects to be received.
"But you cannot suppose," he continued, "that Mr Farquhar will consent to marry you--" "Consent to marry me!" repeated Jemima, in a low tone of brooding indignation; were those the terms upon which her rich woman's heart was to be given, with a calm consent of acquiescent acceptance, but a little above resignation on the part of the receiver?
-- "if you give way to a temper which, although you have never dared to show it to me, I am well aware exists, although I hoped the habits of self-examination I had instilled had done much to cure you of manifesting it.

At one time, Richard promised to be the more headstrong of the two; now, I must desire you to take pattern by him.
Yes," he continued, falling into his old train of thought, "it would be a most fortunate connexion for you in every way.

I should have you under my own eye, and could still assist you in the formation of your character, and I should be at hand to strengthen and confirm your principles.