Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.

I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man.

You have qualities which I had not before supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you.

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.

Mrs. Jennings was a widow, with an ample jointure. She had only two daughters, both of whom she had lived to see respectably married, and she had now therefore nothing to do but to marry all the rest of the world.

How much I love every thing that is decided and open!

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.