You Have Delighted Us Long Enough.

You Are Mistaken, Mr. Darcy, If You Suppose That The Mode Of Your Declaration Affected Me In Any Other Way, Than As It Spared The Concern Which I Might Have Felt In Refusing You, Had You Behaved In A More Gentlemanlike Manner.

It Was For The Sake Of What Had Been, Rather Than What Was.

Everybody's Heart Is Open, You Know, When They Have Recently Escaped From Severe Pain, Or Are Recovering The Blessing Of Health.

But Remember That The Pain Of Parting From Friends Will Be Felt By Everybody At Times, Whatever Be Their Education Or State. Know Your Own Happiness. You Want Nothing But Patience; Or Give It A More Fascinating Name: Call It Hope.

Oh! Write, Write. Finish It At Once. Let There Be An End Of This Suspense. Fix, Commit, Condemn Yourself.