“I have formed no such resolution,” said Belinda. “Indeed, since I have seen the happiness which you and Mr. Percival enjoy in your own family, I have been much more disposed to think that a union--that a union such as yours, would increase my happiness. At the same time, my aversion to the idea of marrying from interest, or convenience, or from any motives but esteem and love, is increased almost to horror. O Lady Anne! there is nothing that I would not do to please the friends to whom I am under obligations, except sacrificing my peace of mind, or my integrity, the happiness of my life, by--” Lady Anne, in a gentle tone, assured her, that she was the last person in the world who would press her to any union which would make her unhappy. “You perceive that Mr. Vincent has spoken to me of what passed between you yesterday. You perceive that I am his friend, but do not forget that I am also yours. If you fear _undue influence_ from any of your relations in favour of Mr. Vincent’s large fortune, &c. let his proposal remain a secret between ourselves, till you can decide, from farther acquaintance with him, whether it will be in your power to return his affection.” “I fear, my dear Lady Anne,” cried Belinda, “that it is not in my power to return his affection.” “And may I ask your objections?” “Is it not a sufficient objection, that I am persuaded I cannot love him?” “No; for you may be mistaken in that persuasion. Remember what we said a little while ago, about _fancy and spontaneous affections_. Does Mr. Vincent appear to you defective in any of the qualities which you think essential to happiness? Mr. Percival has known him from the time he was a man, and can answer for his integrity and his good temper. Are not these the first points you would consider? They ought to be, I am sure, and I believe they are. Of his understanding I shall say nothing, because you have had full opportunities of judging of it from his conversation.” “Mr. Vincent appears to have a good understanding,” said Belinda. “Then to what do you object?--Is there any thing disgusting to you in his person or manners?” “He is very handsome, he is well bred, and his manners are unaffected,” said Belinda; “but--do not accuse me of caprice--altogether he does not suit my taste; and I cannot think it sufficient not to feel disgust for a husband--though I believe this is the fashionable doctrine.” “It is not mine, I assure you,” said Lady Anne. “I am not one of those who think it ‘safest to begin with a little aversion;’ but since you acknowledge that Mr. Vincent possesses the essential good qualities that entitle him to your esteem, I am satisfied. We gradually acquire knowledge of the good qualities of those who endeavour to please us; and if they are really amiable, their persons become agreeable to us by degrees, when we become accustomed to them.”