1 We have it from Frederick himself.
2 She had seen the same Frederick Wentworth.
3 My dear Frederick, you are talking quite idly.
4 "Here, Frederick, you and I part company, I believe," said she.
5 Well, this Miss Louisa, we all thought, you know, was to marry Frederick.
6 No, no; Frederick is not a man to whine and complain; he has too much spirit for that.
7 I wish Frederick would spread a little more canvass, and bring us home one of these young ladies to Kellynch.
8 Frederick Wentworth had used such words, or something like them, but without an idea that they would be carried round to her.
9 No one had ever come within the Kellynch circle, who could bear a comparison with Frederick Wentworth, as he stood in her memory.
10 But now, the matter has taken the strangest turn of all; for this young lady, the same Miss Musgrove, instead of being to marry Frederick, is to marry James Benwick.
11 Well, well, ladies are the best judges; but James Benwick is rather too piano for me; and though very likely it is all our partiality, Sophy and I cannot help thinking Frederick's manners better than his.
12 She immediately felt how reasonable it was, that Mrs Croft should be thinking and speaking of Edward, and not of Frederick; and with shame at her own forgetfulness applied herself to the knowledge of their former neighbour's present state with proper interest.