She considered possible candidates for the happiness she herself seemed so willing to forego, but for one reason or another dismissed them all.

"I am not sure I should care to see him marry," she confessed under her breath.

"It would spoil everything.

Men are much nicer than girls!" And Charley possessed distinguished merits as a man; he was not to be too hastily disposed of, even for his own good.

She viewed him in his various aspects, his character and disposition came under her critical survey.
Nature had given the young planter a handsome presence; wealth and position had come to him as fortuitously.