Hattersley, you know, has not yet fulfilled his direful threat of throwing his precious person away on the first old maid that chose to evince a tenderness for him; but he still preserves a resolute determination to see himself a married man before the year is out.
"Only," said he to me, "I must have somebody that will let me have my own way in everything--not like your wife, Huntingdon: she is a charming creature, but she looks as if she had a will of her own, and could play the vixen upon occasion" (I thought "you're right there, man," but I didn't say so).

"I must have some good, quiet soul that will let me just do what I like and go where I like, keep at home or stay away, without a word of reproach or complaint; for I can't do with being bothered." "Well," said I, "I know somebody that will suit you to a tee, if you don't care for money, and that's Hargrave's sister, Milicent." He desired to be introduced to her forthwith, for he said he had plenty of the needful himself, or should have when his old governor chose to quit the stage.

So you see, Helen, I have managed pretty well, both for your friend and mine.' Poor Milicent! But I cannot imagine she will ever be led to accept such a suitor--one so repugnant to all her ideas of a man to be honoured and loved.
5th .-- Alas! I was mistaken.

I have got a long letter from her this morning, telling me she is already engaged, and expects to be married before the close of the month.
'I hardly know what to say about it,' she writes, 'or what to think.

To tell you the truth, Helen, I don't like the thoughts of it at all.