They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility,

The Musgroves Had Had The Ill Fortune Of A Very Troublesome, Hopeless Son, And The Good Fortune To Lose Him Before He Reached His Twentieth Year.

But Are They All Horrid, Are You Sure They Are All Horrid? [referring To Gothic Novels, Fashionable In England At The Beginning Of The 19th Century, But Frowned Upon In Polite Society.]

Mr. Darcy Began To Feel The Danger Of Paying Elizabeth Too Much Attention.

I Should Not Mind Anything At All.

Let Other Pens Dwell On Guilt And Misery.