"His face wants strength."
"That's no matter. I begin to believe, Dolly, that you have wit enough for two."
"I am not speaking of wit; I mean strength; and I should never like any man that hadn't it; not like him in the way you mean, mother."
"Strength? what sort of strength?"
"I mean manliness; power to do right; power over himself and others; power over the wrong, to put it down, and over the right, to lift it up and give it play. I don't know that I can tell you what I mean, mother; but that is my notion of a man."
"You are romantic, I am afraid, Dolly. You have been reading novels too much."
"What novels, mother? I have not read any, except Scott's and Miss Austen's and 'The Scottish Chiefs.'"
"Well, you have got romantic ideas, I am afraid. Your talk sounds romantic. You won't find that sort of man."
"I don't care," said Dolly. "But if I don't, I'll never marry any other sort."
"And that is a delusion too," said Mrs. Copley. "You will do just as other girls do. Nobody marries her fancy. And besides, St. Leger thinks he has got you; and I don't know but he and your father will manage it so. He don't ask my advice."