If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself; and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time.

I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.

I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.

Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?" "For the liveliness of your mind, I did.

I do not cough for my own amusement.

Faultless in spite of all her faults.

Beware how you give your heart.