I Wrote Without Much Effort; For I

You May Only Call Me "mrs. Darcy"... When You Are Completely, And Perfectly, And Incandescently Happy.

Catherine Hoped At Least To Pass Uncensured Through The Crowd. As For Admiration, It Was Always Very Welcome When It Came, But She Did Not Depend On It.

A Lucky Guess Is Never Merely Luck. There Is Always Some Talent In It.

Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As Well As In Other Matters; And Sounds Are Quite Innoxious, Or Most Distressing, By Their Sort Rather Than Their Quantity.

And Pictures Of Perfection, As You Know, Make Me Sick And Wicked.