I am only giving her my opinion of her patterns, here.--Unasked
indeed; but she seems, by her silence, to approve of my judgment.

O Bella! said I, that Mr. Lovelace had not taken you at your word!--
You had before now been exercising your judgment on your own account:
and I had been happy as well as you! Was it my fault, I pray you,
that it was not so?--

O how she raved!

To be so ready to give, Bella, and so loth to take, is not very fair
in you.

The poor Bella descended to call names.

Why, Sister, said I, you are as angry, as if there were more in the
hint than possibly might be designed. My wish is sincere, for both our
sakes!--for the whole family's sake!--And what (good now) is there in
it?--Do not, do not, dear Bella, give me cause to suspect, that I have
found a reason for your behaviour to me, and which till now was wholly
unaccountable from sister to sister--

Fie, fie, Clary! said my aunt.

My sister was more and more outrageous.

O how much fitter, said I, to be a jest, than a jester!--But now,
Bella, turn the glass to you, and see how poorly sits the robe upon
your own shoulders, which you have been so unmercifully fixing upon
mine!