"My sisters—my father—Albert."
"Choose—weigh them well in the balance; or one, or the other—both you can not have."
"Does my father disapprove?"
"You can not expect he wishes you to leave him for one of another sort. Your separation must be eternal."
"Will Albert be happy?"
"Why not? Even if he knew you, he could not think much of a wife who could sever herself from her earliest ties."
"My mother, too! No, no, you are right; I should never be happy. What! To feel I had offended those who have the best claim to my love and affection! I must not think of it. Still, are they not a little prejudiced?"
"Perhaps they are; but if you do your duty, their prejudices may eventually give way."
"I am afraid all you say is true; I can not leave them. Oh! I am very miserable. What shall I do?"
"Do good to every one, make yourself useful—that is the only cure for a broken heart."