It Isn't What We Say Or Think

And What Am I To Do On The Occasion? -- It Seems An Hopeless Business.

Trusting That You Will Some Time Or Other Do Me Greater Justice Than You Can Do Now.

I Do Not Want People To Be Very Agreeable, As It Saves Me The Trouble Of Liking Them A Great Deal.

Mr. Bennet, How Can You Abuse Your Own Children In Such A Way? You Take Delight In Vexing Me. You Have No Compassion For My Poor Nerves." "you Mistake Me, My Dear. I Have A High Respect For Your Nerves. They Are My Old Friends. I Have Heard You Mention Them With Consideration These Last Twenty Years At Least.

Mrs. Jennings Was A Widow, With An Ample Jointure. She Had Only Two Daughters, Both Of Whom She Had Lived To See Respectably Married, And She Had Now Therefore Nothing To Do But To Marry All The Rest Of The World.