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Thursday Morning, March 2 Indeed you would not be in love with him for the world! -- Your servant, my dear. Nor would I have you. For, I think, with all the advantages of person, fortune, and family, he is not by any means worthy of you. And this opinion I give as well from the reasons you mention (which I cannot but confirm) as from what I have heard of him but a few hours ago from Mrs. Fortescue, a favourite of Lady Betty Lawrance, who knows him well -- but let me congratulate you, however, on your being the first of our sex that ever I heard of, who has been able to turn that lion, Love, at her own pleasure, into a lapdog.
Well but, if you have not the throbs and the glows, you have not: and are not in love; good reason why -- because you would not be in love; and there's no more to be said.