And we mean to treat you all,' added Lydia, 'but you must lend us the money, for we have just spent ours at the shop out there.

What is right to be done cannot be done too soon.

She denied none of it aloud, and agreed to none of it in private.

She was humbled, she was grieved; she repented, though she hardly knew of what. She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to be benefited by it. She wanted to hear of him, when there seemed the least chance of gaining intelligence. She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

I had a very pleasant evening, however, though you will probably find out that there was no particular reason for it; but I do not think it worthwhile to wait for enjoyment until there is some real opportunity for it.

An interval of meditation, serious and grateful, was the best corrective of everything dangerous.

Always resignation and acceptance. Always prudence and honour and duty. Elinor, where is your heart?