“And do you wish to see this widower son?” Jane asked hesitantly. “No, I do not. Nor do I want my mother or brother’s interference in my life. And I certainly don’t wish to guard my words and laughter. Or to be dull and bored by life.” Jane gave a pleased nod. “Then live for yourself and show your daughters how life can be, and should be, lived,” she said.”
Book:To Woo a Widow