The Truth Is, That In London It

Do Not Consider Me Now As An Elegant Female Intending To Plague You, But As A Rational Creature Speaking The Truth From Her Heart.

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?

I Am Sure," Cried Catherine, "i Did Not Mean To Say Anything Wrong; But It Is A Nice Book, And Why Should Not I Call It So?" "very True," Said Henry, "and This Is A Very Nice Day, And We Are Taking A Very Nice Walk, And You Are Two Very Nice Young Ladies. Oh! It Is A Very Nice Word Indeed! It Does For Everything. Originally Perhaps It Was Applied Only To Express Neatness, Propriety, Delicacy, Or Refinement—people Were Nice In Their Dress, In Their Sentiments, Or Their Choice. But Now Every Commendation On Every Subject Is Comprised In That One Word.

He Is A Gentleman; I Am A Gentleman's Daughter; So Far We Are Equal.

A Lady's Imagination Is Very Rapid; It Jumps From Admiration To Love, From Love To Matrimony In A Moment.