I am not romantic, you know; I never was.
But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.
You must really begin to harden yourself to the idea of being worth looking at.
An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.
Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.
But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.