By age 35 you should have married a clergyman with two hundred a year and have nothing left to wish for except the marriage of your sister and rather better pasturage for your cows.
By age 35 you should be happily married by special license in Derbyshire, one sister in an adjoining estate, pin money, carriages, jewels, and only occasional visits from the rest of the family.
By age 35 you should have married your cousin and after a short time in Thornton Lacey, moved to a different parsonage closer to his family home which, though the scene of painful memories, will soon grow dear to your heart and thoroughly perfect in your eyes
By age 35 you should have married an older man whom you call by an extremely formal name but that's your thing and honestly it's kinda hot, and despite the lack of white satin at your wedding, your union is perfectly happy.
By age 35 you should have thought you were in a Gothic novel but no, it's just your overactive imagination, and have married a clergyman whose father once banished you from the house but it's all good now, and he DIDN'T kill his wife, not even a little
By age 35 you should have married the hot sailor you rejected back when your mother figure had too much influence on you but reconnected with years later, been restored to your rights of seniority, and become the mistress of a very pretty landaulette.
By age 35 you should have taken up residence in a romantic Village in the Highlands of Scotland where you have ever since continued, & where you can uninterrupted by unmeaning Visits, indulge in a melancholy solitude, your unceasing Lamentations
