Had I Been In Love,

When The Evening Was Over, Anne Could Not Be Amused…nor Could She Help Fearing, On More Serious Reflection, That, Like Many Other Great Moralists And Preachers, She Had Been Eloquent On A Point In Which Her Own Conduct Would Ill Bear Examination.

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

The Less Said The Better.

They Gave Themselves Up Wholly To Their Sorrow, Seeking Increase Of Wretchedness In Every Reflection That Could Afford It, And Resolved Against Ever Admitting Consolation In Future.

Nobody Can Tell What I Suffer! But It Is Always So. Those Who Do Not Complain Are Never Pitied.