Brown and Phœbe did nothing but run riot in praises of this wonderful cousin, and how happy that woman would be that he would favour with his addresses: in short my two gossips exhausted all their rhetoric to persuade me to accept them, “that the gentleman was violently smitten with me at first sight —— that he would make my fortune if I would be a good girl, and not stand in my own light —— that I should trust his honour —— that I should be made for ever, and have a chariot to go abroad in,” —— with all such stuff as was fit to turn the head of such a silly ignorant girl as I then was: but luckily here my aversion had taken already such deep root in me, my heart was so strongly defended from him
