But you, Mr.Waverley, would for ever refer to the idea of domestic happiness which your imagination is capable of painting, and whatever fell short of that ideal representation would be construed into coolness and indifference, while you might consider the enthusiasm with which I regarded the success of the royal family as defrauding your affection of its due return.' 'In other words, Miss Mac-Ivor, you cannot love me ?' said her suitor dejectedly.
'I could esteem you, Mr.Waverley, as much, perhaps more, than any man I have ever seen; but I cannot love you as you ought to be loved.

O! do not, for your own sake, desire so hazardous an experiment! The woman whom you marry ought to have affections and opinions moulded upon yours.

Her studies ought to be your studies; her wishes, her feelings, her hopes, her fears, should all mingle with yours.

She should enhance your pleasures, share your sorrows, and cheer your melancholy.' 'And why will not you, Miss Mac-Ivor, who can so well describe a happy union, why will not you be yourself the person you describe ?' 'Is it possible you do not yet comprehend me ?' answered Flora.

'Have I not told you that every keener sensation of my mind is bent exclusively towards an event upon which, indeed, I have no power but those of my earnest prayers ?' 'And might not the granting the suit I solicit,' said Waverley, too earnest on his purpose to consider what he was about to say, 'even advance the interest to which you have devoted yourself?
My family is wealthy and powerful, inclined in principles to the Stuart race, and should a favourable opportunity--' 'A favourable opportunity!' said Flora--somewhat scornfully.