Suppose I had gone and told her She would never have married him.

She was never beautiful, you know, and now her face is dreadfully worn, but I think I understand why he loves her.

Of course you cannot know her as well as I do.

And you will help me, aunt ?' 'Are you perfectly sure that they have been married this morning ?' Mrs.
Baxendale asked, with quiet earnestness.
'Sure, quite sure.' 'In any other case I don't know whether I should have done as you wish.' 'You would have tried to prevent it?
Oh no, you are too wise! After all this time, and he loves her as much as ever.

Don't you see how foolish it would be to fret about it?
It is fete, that's all.