The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'How unhappy am I,' thought her father to himself--'The poor thing is as much disposed to the match as my heart could hope for.--Surely, surely, by a little address and perseverance, the romantic boy may be brought to reason and to reflect;' and he then said to her--'My dear Robina, you have been the subject of my conversation with James this evening; but I am grieved to say, that his sentiments, at present, are neither favourable to your wishes nor to mine.--He seems enchanted by Mrs. Eadie's relation, and talked so much nonsense on the subject that we almost quarrelled.'