His precepts to this effect, combined with Charlotte's lack of hope, made her always fearful of loving too much; of wearying the objects of her affection; and thus she was often trying to restrain her warm feelings, and was ever chary of that presence so invariably welcome to her true friends.

According to this mode of acting, when she was invited for a month, she stayed but a fortnight amidst "E.'s" family, to whom every visit only endeared her the more, and by whom she was received with that kind of quiet gladness with which they would have greeted a sister.
She still kept up her childish interest in politics.

In March, 1835, she writes: "What do you think of the course politics are taking?
I make this enquiry, because I now think you take a wholesome interest in the matter; formerly you did not care greatly about it.

B., you see, is triumphant.

Wretch! I am a hearty hater, and if there is any one I thoroughly abhor, it is that man.