It Is Indolence... Indolence And Love Of

I Certainly Have Not The Talent Which Some People Possess," Said Darcy, "of Conversing Easily With Those I Have Never Seen Before. I Cannot Catch Their Tone Of Conversation, Or Appear Interested In Their Concerns, As I Often See Done.

Marianne Was Silent; It Was Impossible For Her To Say What She Did Not Feel, However Trivial The Occasion.

Her Pleasure In The Walk Must Arise From The Exercise And The Day, From The View Of The Last Smiles Of The Year Upon The Tawny Leaves And Withered Hedges, And From Repeating To Herself Some Few Of The Thousand Poetical Descriptions Extant Of Autumn-that Season Of Peculiar And Inexhaustible Influence On The Mind Of Taste And Tenderness-that Season Which Has Drawn From Every Poet Worthy Of Being Read Some Attempt At Description, Or Some Lines Of Feeling.

To Be Fond Of Dancing Was A Certain Step Towards Falling In Love.

Where Youth And Diffidence Are United, It Requires Uncommon Steadiness Of Reason To Resist The Attraction Of Being Called The Most Charming Girl In The World.