Catherine endeavoured to persuade her, as she was herself persuaded, that her father and mother would never oppose their son's wishes. “It is impossible,” said she, “for parents to be more kind, or more desirous of their children's happiness; I have no doubt of their consenting immediately.”

“Morland says exactly the same,” replied Isabella; “and yet I dare not expect it; my fortune will be so small; they never can consent to it. Your brother, who might marry anybody!”

Here Catherine again discerned the force of love.

“Indeed, Isabella, you are too humble. The difference of fortune can be nothing to signify.”

“Oh! My sweet Catherine, in your generous