You Have Delighted Us Long Enough.

I Particularly Recollect Your Saying One Night, After They Had Been Dining At Netherfield, 'she A Beauty!--i Should As Soon Call Her Mother A Wit.' But Afterwards She Seemed To Improve On You, And I Believe You Thought Her Rather Pretty At One Time." "yes," Replied Darcy, Who Could Contain Himself No Longer, "but That Was Only When I First Saw Her, For It Is Many Months Since I Have Considered Her As One Of The Handsomest Women Of My Acquaintance.

It Has Sunk Him, I Cannot Say How Much It Has Sunk Him In My Opinion. So Unlike What A Man Should Be!-none Of That Upright Integrity, That Strict Adherence To Truth And Principle, That Distain Of Trick And Littleness, Which A Man Should Display In Every Transaction Of His Life.

Without Thinking Highly Either Of Men Or Of Matrimony, Marriage Had Always Been Her Object; It Was The Only Honourable Provision For Well-educated Young Women Of Small Fortune, And However Uncertain Of Giving Happiness, Must Be Their Pleasantest Preservative From Want.

I Would Much Rather Have Been Merry Than Wise.

Dear Diary, Today I Tried Not To Think About Mr. Knightly. I Tried Not To Think About Him When I Discussed The Menu With Cook... I Tried Not To Think About Him In The Garden Where I Thrice Plucked The Petals Off A Daisy To Ascertain His Feelings For Harriet. I Don't Think We Should Keep Daisies In The Garden, They Really Are A Drab Little Flower. And I Tried Not To Think About Him When I Went To Bed, But Something Had To Be Done.