[i]t Is Well To Have As Many

No- I Cannot Talk Of Books In A Ballroom; My Head Is Always Full Of Something Else.

She Felt That She Could So Much More Depend Upon The Sincerity Of Those Who Sometimes Looked Or Said A Careless Or A Hasty Thing, Than Of Those Whose Presence Of Mind Never Varied, Whose Tongue Never Slipped.

How She Might Have Felt Had There Been No Captain Wentworth In The Case, Was Not Worth Enquiry; For There Was A Captain Wentworth: And Be The Conclusion Of The Present Suspense Good Or Bad, Her Affection Would Be His Forever. Their Union, She Believed, Could Not Divide Her More From Other Men, Than Their Final Separation.

This Is An Evening Of Wonders, Indeed!

Anne Hoped She Had Outlived The Age Of Blushing; But The Age Of Emotion She Certainly Had Not.