Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.
I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.
Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.
But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage.
I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.
Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.