Her Heart Did Whisper That He Had

My Good Qualities Are Under Your Protection, And You Are To Exaggerate Them As Much As Possible; And, In Return, It Belongs To Me To Find Occasion For Teasing And Quarreling With You As Often As May Be.

Obstinate, Headstrong Girl!

You May Only Call Me "mrs. Darcy"... When You Are Completely, And Perfectly, And Incandescently Happy.

Loss Of Virtue In A Female Is Irretrievable; That One False Step Involves Her In Endless Ruin; That Her Reputation Is No Less Brittle Than It Is Beautiful; And That She Cannot Be Too Much Guarded In Her Behaviour Towards The Undeserving Of The Other Sex.

She Looked Back As Well As She Could; But It Was All Confusion. She Had Taken Up The Idea, She Supposed And Made Everything Bend To It.