She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation
Jane AustenNow they were as strangers; nay worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted.
Jane AustenMay I ask you what these questions tend?' 'Merely to the illustration of your character,' said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. 'I am trying to make it out.' 'And what is your success?' She shook her head. 'I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.
Jane Austen