...i Will Not Allow Books To Prove

Business, You Know, May Bring You Money, But Friendship Hardly Ever Does.

She Is Probably By This Time As Tired Of Me, As I Am Of Her; But As She Is Too Polite And I Am Too Civil To Say So, Our Letters Are Still As Frequent And Affectionate As Ever, And Our Attachment As Firm And Sincere As When It First Commenced.

To Hope Was To Expect

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.

And You Are Never To Stir Out Of Doors Till You Can Prove That You Have Spent Ten Minutes Of Every Day In A Rational Manner.