An Annuity Is A Very Serious Business.

Do You Dance, Mr. Darcy?" Darcy: "not If I Can Help It!" Sir William: "what A Charming Amusement For Young People This Is, Mr. Darcy! There Is Nothing Like Dancing, After All. I Consider It As One Of The First Refinements Of Polished Societies." Mr. Darcy: "certainly, Sir; And It Has The Advantage Also Of Being In Vogue Amongst The Less Polished Societies Of The World; Every Savage Can Dance.

I Could Not Be Happy With A Man Whose Taste Did Not In Every Point Coincide With My Own. He Must Enter In All My Feelings; The Same Books, The Same Music Must Charm Us Both.

Nay," Cried Bingley, "this Is Too Much, To Remember At Night All The Foolish Things That Were Said In The Morning.

I Particularly Recollect Your Saying One Night, After They Had Been Dining At Netherfield, 'she A Beauty!--i Should As Soon Call Her Mother A Wit.' But Afterwards She Seemed To Improve On You, And I Believe You Thought Her Rather Pretty At One Time." "yes," Replied Darcy, Who Could Contain Himself No Longer, "but That Was Only When I First Saw Her, For It Is Many Months Since I Have Considered Her As One Of The Handsomest Women Of My Acquaintance.

Not Keep A Journal! How Are Your Absent Cousins To Understand The Tenor Of Your Life In Bath Without One? How Are The Civilities And Compliments Of Every Day To Be Related As They Ought To Be, Unless Noted Down Every Evening In A Journal? How Are Your Various Dresses To Be Remembered, And The Particular State Of Your Complexion, And Curl Of Your Hair To Be Described In All Their Diversities, Without Having Constant Recourse To A Journal?