She will see nothing, and connect herself with nothing, but by him and through him.

If he is a man of sense and virtue, she will sympathise in his sorrows, divert his fatigue, and share his pleasures.

If she becomes the property of a churlish or negligent husband, she will suit his taste also, for she will not long survive his unkindness.

And, alas! how great is the chance that some such unworthy lot may be that of my poor friend! O that I were a queen this moment, and could command the most amiable and worthy youth of my kingdom to accept happiness with the hand of Rose Bradwardine!' 'I wish you would command her to accept mine en attendant,' said Fergus, laughing.
I don't know by what caprice it was that this wish, however jocularly expressed, rather jarred on Edward's feelings, notwithstanding his growing inclination to Flora and his indifference to Miss Bradwardine.
This is one of the inexplicabilities of human nature, which we leave without comment.
'Yours, brother ?' answered Flora, regarding him steadily.

'No; you have another bride--Honour; and the dangers you must run in pursuit of her rival would break poor Rose's heart.' With this discourse they reached the castle, and Waverley soon prepared his despatches for Tully-Veolan.