But I've not so much as thought of Mr.Mitchett--who, rich as he may be, is the son of a shoemaker and superlatively hideous--for a reason I don't at all mind telling you.
Don't be outraged if I say that I've for a long time hoped you yourself would find the right use for him." She paused--at present with a momentary failure of assurance, from which she rallied, however, to proceed with a burst of earnestness that was fairly noble.

"Forgive me if I just tell you once for all how it strikes me, I'm stupefied at your not seeming to recognise either your interest or your duty.

Oh I know you want to, but you appear to me--in your perfect good faith of course--utterly at sea.

They're one and the same thing, don't you make out?
your interest and your duty.

Why isn't it convincingly plain to you that the thing to do with Nanda is just to marry her--and to marry her soon?
That's the great thing--do it while you CAN.