"It precipitates matters," he said to Sophia, "and is apparently an unlucky chance.

But chance is destiny, and this last letter of Harry's indicates that all things are very nearly ready for me.

As for your sister, Charlotte Sandal, I think she is the most interfering person I ever knew." The air of the supper-table was one of reserve and offence.

Only Sophia twittered and observed and wondered about all kinds of trivial things.
"Mother has so many headaches now.

Does she take proper care of herself, Charlotte?
She ought to take exercise.