I Trust That Absolutes Have Gradations.

Elinor Was To Be The Comforter Of Others In Her Own Distresses, No Less Than In Theirs; And All The Comfort That Could Be Given By Assurances Of Her Own Composure Of Mind, And A Very Earnest Vindication Of Edward From Every Charge But Of Imprudence, Was Readily Offered.

From Politics It Was An Easy Step To Silence.

But A Sanguine Temper, Though For Ever Expecting More Good Than Occurs, Does Not Always Pay For Its Hopes By Any Proportionate Depression. It Soon Flies Over The Present Failure, And Begins To Hope Again.

As A Brother, A Landlord, A Master, She Considered How Many People's Happiness Were In His Guardianship! -- How Much Of Pleasure Or Pain It Was In His Power To Bestow! -- How Much Of Good Or Evil Must Be Done By Him!

Is There Not Something Wanted, Miss Price, In Our Language - A Something Between Compliments And - And Love - To Suit The Sort Of Friendly Acquaintance We Have Had Together?