"Is it any one in this neighbourhood?"
"Yes, in Briarfield parish."
"Then it is some person unworthy of her. I don't know a soul in Briarfield parish her equal."
"Guess."
"Impossible. I suppose she is under a delusion, and will plunge into some absurdity, after all."
Caroline smiled.
"Do you approve the choice?" asked Moore.
"Quite, quite."
"Then I am puzzled; for the head which owns this bounteous fall of hazel curls is an excellent little thinking machine, most accurate in its working. It boasts a correct, steady judgment, inherited from 'mamma,' I suppose."
"And I quite approve, and mamma was charmed."