His Own Enjoyment, Or His Own Ease,

No: The Years Which Had Destroyed Her Youth And Bloom Had Only Given Him A More Glowing, Manly, Open Look, In No Respect Lessening His Personal Advantages. She Had Seen The Same Frederick Wentworth.

The Evergreen! How Beautiful, How Welcome, How Wonderful The Evergreen! When One Thinks Of It, How Astonishing A Variety Of Nature! In Some Countries We Know That The Tree That Sheds Its Leaf Is The Variety, But That Does Not Make It Less Amazing, That The Same Soil And The Same Sun Should Nurture Plants Differing In The First Rule And Law Of Their Existence.

I Cannot Make Speeches, Emma...if I Loved You Less, I Might Be Able To Talk About It More. But You Know What I Am. You Hear Nothing But Truth From Me. I Have Blamed You, And Lectured You, And You Have Borne It As No Other Woman In England Would Have Borne It.

Her Heart Did Whisper That He Had Done It For Her.

There Could Have Never Been Two Hearts So Open, No Tastes So Similar, No Feelings So In Unison, No Countenances So Beloved. Now They Were As Strangers; Nay, Worse Than Strangers, For They Could Never Become Acquainted. It Was A Perpetual Estrangement.