He says I want a gentleman, and--" (Here she sighed and glanced involuntarily toward me.) "He is right.

I will have none other." "Seek lower and fare better," said Frances.
"I don't know how it will all turn out," replied Betty with a sigh.
The topic seemed to be alive with sighs.

"A woman may not choose, and I suppose I shall one day take the man my father chooses, having no part in the affair myself, though it is the most important one in my life." "Nonsense, Betty," returned Frances.

"You are like the rest of us, and when the right one comes, you will seek him if need be--in a cellar.

Take my advice, Betty, when the right one comes, help him, and thank me ever after." When we entered the house, Frances went with Betty to her room, leaving me in the tap-room, waiting to take my foolish cousin home.
To say that I was troubled would feebly express my state of mind.