"There is a man as has got a house fit for any woman, and means to keep it; who can give a young woman everything that she ought to want;--and a handsome fellow too, with some life in him; one who really dotes on you,--as men don't often do on young women now as far as I can see.

I wonder what it is you would have ?" "I want nothing, mamma." "Yes you do.

You have been reading books of poetry till you don't know what it is you do want.

You've got your head full of claptraps and tantrums till you haven't a grain of sense belonging to you.

I hate such ways.