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Elinor Agreed With It All, For She Did Not Think He Deserved The Compliment Of Rational Opposition.

She Tried To Be Calm, And Leave Things To Take Their Course; And Tried To Dwell Much On This Argument Of Rational Dependence – “surely, If There Be Constant Attachment On Each Side, Our Hearts Must Understand Each Other Ere Long. We Are Not Boy And Girl, To Be Captiously Irritable, Misled By Every Moment’s Inadvertence, And Wantonly Playing With Our Own Happiness.” And Yet, A Few Minutes Afterwards, She Felt As If Their Being In Company With Each Other, Under Their Present Circumstances, Could Only Be Exposing Them To Inadvertencies And Misconstructions Of The Most Mischievous Kind.

Vanity Was The Beginning And The End Of Sir Walter Elliot's Character; Vanity Of Person And Of Situation. He Had Been Remarkably Handsome In His Youth; And, At Fifty-four, Was Still A Very Fine Man. Few Women Could Think More Of Their Personal Appearance Than He Did, Nor Could The Valet Of Any New Made Lord Be More Delighted With The Place He Held In Society. He Considered The Blessing Of Beauty As Inferior Only To The Blessing Of A Baronetcy; And The Sir Walter Elliott, Who United These Gifts, Was The Constant Object Of His Warmest Respect And Devotion.

The Distance Is Nothing When One Has A Motive.

I Have Never Yet Known What It Was To Separate Esteem From Love