'Indeed I did not, Anne,' said Rupert; 'it is a fact that she lived
somewhere in the Mofussil with her brother, and there she encountered
the Major. You, young ladies, may imagine how she fascinated him,
and how finally her brother seems to have bullied the Major into
marrying her.'
'Poor man!' said Elizabeth, 'I always wondered how he chanced to fall
into her clutches. But did you hear no more?'
'No more of her personal history,' said Rupert; 'she kindly employed
the rest of her time in giving me wise counsels.'
'Oh! pray let us have the benefit of them,' said Anne, who had by
this time pretty well forgotten her prudence.
'There were many regrets that I was not in the army,' said Rupert,
'and many pieces of advice which would have been very useful if I
had, but which I am afraid were thrown away upon me, ending with
wise reflections upon the importance of a wise choice of a wife,
especially for a young man of family, exposed to danger from
designing young ladies, with cautions against beauty because of its
perishable nature, and learning, because literary ladies are fit for
nothing.
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