She is continually talking to me about him, and lauding his many virtues to the skies.' 'You will form a very inadequate estimate of a man's character,' replied she, 'if you judge by what a fond sister says of him.

The worst of them generally know how to hide their misdeeds from their sisters' eyes, and their mother's, too.' 'And there is Lord Lowborough,' continued I, 'quite a decent man.' 'Who told you so?
Lord Lowborough is a desperate man.

He has dissipated his fortune in gambling and other things, and is now seeking an heiress to retrieve it.

I told Miss Wilmot so; but you're all alike: she haughtily answered she was very much obliged to me, but she believed she knew when a man was seeking her for her fortune, and when for herself; she flattered herself she had had experience enough in those matters to be justified in trusting to her own judgment--and as for his lordship's lack of fortune, she cared nothing about that, as she hoped her own would suffice for both; and as for his wildness, she supposed he was no worse than others--besides, he was reformed now.

Yes, they can all play the hypocrite when they want to take in a fond, misguided woman!' 'Well, I think he's about as good as she is,' said I.