Were I To Fall In Love, Indeed,

Her Mind Was All Disorder. The Past, Present, Future, Every Thing Was Terrible.

It Has Been Coming On So Gradually, That I Hardly Know When It Began. But I Believe I Must Date It From My First Seeing His Beautiful Grounds At Pemberley.

They Gave Themselves Up Wholly To Their Sorrow, Seeking Increase Of Wretchedness In Every Reflection That Could Afford It, And Resolved Against Ever Admitting Consolation In Future.

I Wish I Might Take This For A Compliment; But To Be So Easily Seen Through I Am Afraid Is Pitiful.

She Denied None Of It Aloud, And Agreed To None Of It In Private.