Do Not Consider Me Now As An

All The World Is Good And Agreeable In Your Eyes.

Elizabeth Had Never Been More At A Loss To Make Her Feelings Appear What They Were Not. It Was Necessary To Laugh, When She Would Rather Have Cried.

And Now I May Dismiss My Heroine To The Sleepless Couch, Which Is The True Heroine's Portion - To A Pillow Strewed With Thorns And Wet With Tears. And Lucky May She Think Herself, If She Get Another Good Night's Rest In The Course Of The Next Three Months.

Vanity, Not Love, Has Been My Folly.

Upon The Whole, Therefore, She Found What Had Been Sometimes Found Before, That An Event To Which She Had Looked Forward With Impatient Desire, Did Not, In Taking Place, Bring All The Satisfaction She Had Promised Herself.