Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment.

How little of permanent happiness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were stronger than their virtue.

How can you contrive to write so even?

I should infinitely prefer a book.

Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.

Did not you? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us. Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never.

Life could do nothing for her, beyond giving time for a better preparation for death.