“Come, come; this is all an effusion of immediate want of spirits, Edward. You are in a
melancholy humour, and fancy that any one unlike yourself must be happy. But remember that
the pain of parting from friends will be felt by every body at times, whatever be their education or
state. Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience—or give it a more fascinating
name, call it hope. Your mother will secure to you, in time, that independence you are so anxious
for; it is her duty, and it will, it must ere long become her happiness to prevent your whole youth
from being wasted in discontent. How much may not a few months do?”