If I look lovely in the eyes of Ernest, it is all I desire.

Perhaps all would not believe me; but you will.

I yield you the empire of every heart but his.

There, I would not willingly occupy the _second_ place.

A strange kind of jealousy, Gabriella; but I am just so weak." She smiled, nay even laughed,--called herself very weak, very foolish, but said she could not help it.