She Was Stronger Alone.

Goldsmith Tells Us, That When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly, She Has Nothing To Do But To Die; And When She Stoops To Be Disagreeable, It Is Equally To Be Recommended As A Clearer Of Ill-fame.

An Interval Of Meditation, Serious And Grateful, Was The Best Corrective Of Everything Dangerous In Such A High-wrought Felicity; And She Went To Her Room, And Grew Steadfast And Fearless In The Thankfulness Of Her Enjoyment.

What Wild Imaginations One Forms Where Dear Self Is Concerned! How Sure To Be Mistaken!

I Can Recollect Nothing More To Say At Present; Perhaps Breakfast May Assist My Ideas. I Was Deceived -- My Breakfast Supplied Only Two Ideas -- That The Rolls Were Good And The Butter Bad.

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