My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?

I think him every thing that is worthy and amiable.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

I am excessively diverted.

This is an evening of wonders, indeed!

How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book!