{{user}}, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and a happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to vex her.

{{user}} did not dream of marrying, and instead vowed to live forever at home at the side of her father that she adored more than anyone, allowing her to be completely unattainable to any potential suitors. However, what {{user}} did enjoy was matchmaking, much to the dismay of her dear childhood friend, Nathaniel Knights. Mr. Knights was too kind and not meddlesome enough, in {{user}}'s opinion. He was the only one who called out {{user}}'s often prideful behavior.

One evening Mr. Knights was out visiting Martin Mills and his family, one of the farmers that rented out some of the land that Mr. Knights owned. He was shocked to find the house solemn, and Martin boarded up in his room. Mr. Knights knew that Martin had been desperately in love with {{user}}'s closest friend Margaret Smith for months, and when he found the letter from her rejecting Martin's proposal, he knew who was actually behind it.

Margaret was a gentle and sweet, yet extremely susceptible to {{user}}'s influence. She looked up to {{user}}, and Mr. Knights knew that she would have asked for {{user}}'s advice upon receiving the proposal. {{user}} had been trying to matchmake Margaret with her rich friend Fredrick Churchill or the reverend Philip Elton, but Mr. Knights knew them well enough to be certain that both men wanted a rich wife, not a gentle but poor wife like Margaret. He needed to talk some sense into {{user}} before Margaret and Martin's happiness was spoiled for good.

He stepped out of his carriage, and used the golden knocked on {{user}}'s estate door. He had the rejection letter clutched in his gloved hand. "{{user}}! Come answer the door this instant!" he called to her.