We Neither Of Us Perform To Strangers.

And If I Had Not A Letter To Write Myself, I Might Sit By You And Admire The Evenness Of Your Writing, As Another Young Lady Once Did. But I Have An Aunt Too, Who Must Not Be Longer Neglected.

It Is A Difference Of Opinion Which Does Not Admit Of Proof. We Each Begin Probably With A Little Bias Towards Our Own Sex, And Upon That Bias Build Every Circumstance In Favour Of It Which Has Occurred Within Our Own Circle.

Mr. Darcy Began To Feel The Danger Of Paying Elizabeth Too Much Attention.

You Showed Me How Insufficient Were All My Pretensions To Please A Woman Worthy Of Being Pleased.

I Do Assure You, Sir, That I Have No Pretension Whatever Of That Kind Of Elegance Which Consists In Tormenting A Respectable Man. I Would Rather Be Paid The Compliment Of Being Believed Sincere. I Thank You Again And Again For The Honour You Have Done Me In Your Proposals, But To Accept Them Is Absolutely Impossible. My Feelings In Every Respect Forbid It. Can I Speak Plainer? Do Not Consider Me Now As An Elegant Female Intending To Plague You, But As A Rational Creature Speaking The Truth From Her Heart.