She never thought Catherine doleful, and she agreed that certainly 'lively' was not the word.
'Girls get so frightfully particular nowadays,' continued the vicar's wife, with reflective candor.

'Why, when William fell in love with me, I just fell in love with him--at once--because he did.

And if it hadn't been William, but somebody else, it would have been the same.

I don't believe girls have got hearts like pebbles--if the man's nice, of course!' Mrs.leyburn listened to this summary of matrimonial philosophy with the same yielding, flurried attention as she was always disposed to give to the last speaker.
'But,' she said, still in a maze, 'if she did care for him, why should she send him away ?' '_Because she won't have him!_' said Mrs.Thornburgh, energetically, leaning over the arm of her chair that she might bring herself nearer to her companion.
The fatuity of the answer left Mrs.Leyburn staring.
'Because she won't have him, my dear Mrs.Leyburn! And--and--I'm sure nothing would make me interfere like this if I weren't so fond of you all, and if William and I didn't know for certain that there never was a better young man born! And then I was just sure you'd be the last person in the world, if you knew, to stand in young people's way!' '_I!_' cried poor Mrs.Leyburn--'I stand in the way!' She was getting tremulous and tearful, and Mrs.Thornburgh felt herself a brute.
'Well,' she said, plunging on desperately, 'I have been thinking over it night and day.

I've been watching him, and I've been talking to the girls, and I've been putting two and two together, and I'm just about sure that there might be a chance for Robert, if only Catherine didn't feel that you and the girls couldn't get on without her!' Mrs.Leyburn took up her knitting again with agitated fingers.