“ Elizabeth was not playing for the sake of exhibiting her virtuosity: she played for joy. ”
I smiled, knowing that Elizabeth, even in the worst of her humours, was far better suited to my own disposition. She would scold me, quarrel with me, torment me, tease me and laugh at me as often as may be.I was the happiest man in the world.
~ Mary Street
When I left, Lydia was prattling about new clothes for her wedding and expressing her ownsatisfaction that she, the youngest of the Bennet sisters, would be the first of them to be married.Wickham smiled indulgently and said pretty things to her. I, disgusted with them both, was persuaded they deserved each other.
I hardened my heart against all the Bennets. - Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy.
Honest men cannot be expected to anticipate the actions of scoundrels.
