She saw she had a weakness and a folly to cure herself of; and the cure was at hand.
There was a magic in marriage; a gentleman could, somehow, MAKE a girl love him when once she had married him.

Mr.Coventry should be enabled to make her love him; he should cure her of this trick of crying; it would be the best thing for every body--for HIM, for Jael, for Mr.
Coventry, and even for herself.
She dried her eyes, and said, in a low, tremulous voice: "Have you spoken to papa of--of this ?" "No.

I waited to be authorized by you.

May I speak to him ?" "Yes." "May I tell him-- ?" "Oh I can't tell you what to tell him.

How dark it is getting.