A Woman Never Looks Better Than On

He Is Also Handsome," Replied Elizabeth, "which A Young Man Ought Likewise To Be, If He Possibly Can. His Character Is Thereby Complete.

Sir Walter Elliot, Of Kellynch-hall, In Somersetshire, Was A Man Who, For His Own Amusement, Never Took Up Any Book But The Barontage; There He Found Occupation For An Idle Hour, And Consolation In A Distressed One; . . .

Everybody Has Their Taste In Noises As Well As In Other Matters; And Sounds Are Quite Innoxious, Or Most Distressing, By Their Sort Rather Than Their Quantity.

She Tried To Be Calm, And Leave Things To Take Their Course; And Tried To Dwell Much On This Argument Of Rational Dependence – “surely, If There Be Constant Attachment On Each Side, Our Hearts Must Understand Each Other Ere Long. We Are Not Boy And Girl, To Be Captiously Irritable, Misled By Every Moment’s Inadvertence, And Wantonly Playing With Our Own Happiness.” And Yet, A Few Minutes Afterwards, She Felt As If Their Being In Company With Each Other, Under Their Present Circumstances, Could Only Be Exposing Them To Inadvertencies And Misconstructions Of The Most Mischievous Kind.

Oh!” Said She, “i Heard You Before, But I Could Not Immediately Determine What To Say In Reply. You Wanted Me, I Know, To Say ‘yes,’ That You Might Have The Pleasure Of Despising My Taste; But I Always Delight In Overthrowing Those Kind Of Schemes, And Cheating A Person Of Their Premeditated Contempt. I Have, Therefore Made Up My Mind To Tell You, That I Do Not Want To Dance A Reel At All--and Now Despise Me If You Dare.” “indeed I Do Not Dare.