I took off my pink dress and lace mantle with happier feelings than I had experienced in putting them on. Not all, perhaps, who had shone brightly arrayed at that concert could say the same; for not all had been satisfied with friendship--with its calm comfort and modest hope.
Tickled only by demographic similarity, I have frequently thought of Jane Austen during this read, but this is the first passage that I think could have been written by her.
