The French just said he was a damned nuisance. Or they would have had they the good fortune to speak English. Instead being French they were forced to say it in their own language.

Patience is only a virtue when there is something worth waiting for.

There's nothing so attractive as a blank slate. Take one attractive man, slap on a thick coat of daydream, and voila, the perfect man. With absolutely no resemblance to reality.

Tell them I have the headache--no, the plague! I need something nice and contagious.

Quite definitely a Bingley

It is a truth universally acknowledged that one only comes up with clever, cutting remarks long after the other party is happily slumbering away.

They were close enough that he could feel the hurried beat of her heart. He could feel Charlotte's indecision in every word she didn't say and every move she didn't make. She was tense with uncertainty, quivering with irresolution. She might not be leaning into him, but she wasn't pulling away, either.