She thought too much of all this,--and was, if I may say, over-prudent in calculating the chances of her happiness and of his. For, to give her credit for what was her due, she was quite as anxious on the latter head as on the former. "I don't care for the Roman Senate," she would say to herself. "I don't care much for the Girondists. How am I to talk to him day after day, night after night, when we shall be alone together?"

She thought too much of all this; and to give her due credit, was quite as anxious for his happiness as for her own.
"I don't care for the Roman Senate," she said to herself, "or for the Girondists. How am I to talk to him day after day, when we are alone together?"
