After all, I think he is quite as good as Mr.Huntingdon, if not better; and yet you love him, and seem to be happy and contented; and perhaps I may manage as well.

You must tell me, if you can, that Mr.Hattersley is better than he seems--that he is upright, honourable, and open-hearted--in fact, a perfect diamond in the rough.
He may be all this, but I don't know him.

I know only the exterior, and what, I trust, is the worst part of him.' She concludes with 'Good-by, dear Helen.

I am waiting anxiously for your advice--but mind you let it be all on the right side.' Alas! poor Milicent, what encouragement can I give you?
or what advice--except that it is better to make a bold stand now, though at the expense of disappointing and angering both mother and brother and lover, than to devote your whole life, hereafter, to misery and vain regret?
Saturday, 13th .-- The week is over, and he is not come.

All the sweet summer is passing away without one breath of pleasure to me or benefit to him.