My wishes are humbler, much humbler; but I do not yet understand them sufficiently even to define them to myself.

It is much the same with the young ladies of rank with whom I now frequently associate; they are agreeable companions, but not one, no, not one can supply your place, dearest Mary.

Not one can I love as I do you.

We have no ideas in common; amiable and good as in all probability they are, still, as my intimate friends I could not regard them; and yet--strange contradiction you will say--I wish Caroline could find one amongst them to supply the place of Annie Grahame in her heart.

Why am I so prejudiced against her, you will ask.