☆.｡.:*Pride and Prejudice Vocabulary.｡.:*☆

Mr. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners.

“I would not be so fastidious as you are,” cried Mr. Bingley, “for a kingdom!"

"Affectation of candour is common enough—one meets with it everywhere."

Mary had neither genius nor taste; and though vanity had given her application, it had given her likewise a pedantic air and conceited manner, which would have injured a higher degree of excellence than she had reached.

“I can guess the subject of your reverie.”

The insipidity, and yet the noise—the nothingness, and yet the self-importance of all those people!

Mr. Darcy replied with great intrepidity: “Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”

The village of Longbourn was only one mile from Meryton; a most convenient distance for the young ladies, who were usually tempted thither three or four times a week, to pay their duty to their aunt and to a milliner’s shop just over the way.

They could talk of nothing but officers; and Mr. Bingley’s large fortune, the mention of which gave animation to their mother, was worthless in their eyes when opposed to the regimentals of an ensign.

The next morning, however, made an alteration; for in a quarter of an hour’s tete-a-tete with Mrs. Bennet before breakfast, a conversation beginning with his parsonage-house, and leading naturally to the avowal of his hopes, that a mistress might be found for it at Longbourn, produced from her, amid very complaisant smiles and general encouragement, a caution against the very Jane he had fixed on.

Till the next morning, however, she was not aware of all the felicity of her contrivance.

When breakfast was over they were joined by the sisters; and Elizabeth began to like them herself, when she saw how much affection and solicitude they showed for Jane.

The apothecary came, and having examined his patient, said, as might be supposed, that she had caught a violent cold, and that they must endeavour to get the better of it; advised her to return to bed, and promised her some draughts.

Miss Bingley was engrossed by Mr. Darcy, her sister scarcely less so; and as for
Mr. Hurst, by whom Elizabeth sat, he was an indolent man, who lived only to eat, drink, and play at cards; who, when he found her to prefer a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing to say to her.

"I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!”

Miss Bingley warmly resented the indignity he had received, in an expostulation with her brother for talking such nonsense.

Miss Bingley moved with some alacrity to the pianoforte; and, after a polite request that Elizabeth would lead the way which the other as politely and more earnestly negatived, she seated herself.

The supposition did not pain her. She liked him too little to care for his approbation.

Elizabeth, having rather expected to affront him, was amazed at his gallantry; but there was a mixture of sweetness and archness in her manner which made it difficult for her to affront anybody; and Darcy had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her.

Till the next morning, however, she was not aware of all the felicity of her contrivance.

“No, that I am sure I shall not; and I think it is very impertinent of him to write to you at all, and very hypocritical."

"With your good sense, to be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others!"

Her answer, therefore, was not propitious, at least not to Elizabeth’s wishes, for she was impatient to get home.

But their father, though very laconic in his expressions of pleasure, was really glad to see them; he had felt their importance in the family circle.

“It certainly is a most iniquitous affair.”

“Why, indeed; he does seem to have had some filial scruples on that
head, as you will hear.”

“Why, indeed; he does seem to have had some filial scruples on that
head, as you will hear.”

I assure you, that if Darcy were not such a great tall fellow, in comparison with myself, I should not pay him half so much deference.

Mr. Bennet could not have chosen better. Mr. Collins was eloquent in her praise.

The subject elevated him to more than usual solemnity of manner, and with a most important aspect he protested that “he had never in his life witnessed
such behaviour in a person of rank—such affability and condescension,
as he had himself experienced from Lady Catherine.

She had also asked him twice to dine at Rosings, and had sent for him only the Saturday before, to make up her pool of quadrille in the evening

"She had even condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage, where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making, and had even vouchsafed to suggest some herself—some shelves in the closet upstairs.”

"She had even condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage, where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making, and had even vouchsafed to suggest some herself—some shelves in the closet upstairs.”

"But I will no longer importune my young cousin.”

A fortunate chance had recommended him to Lady Catherine de Bourgh when the living of Hunsford was vacant; and the respect which he felt for her high rank, and his veneration for her as his patroness, mingling with a very good opinion of himself, of his authority as a clergyman, and his right as a rector, made him altogether a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility.

A fortunate chance had recommended him to Lady Catherine de Bourgh when the living of Hunsford was vacant; and the respect which he felt for her high rank, and his veneration for her as his patroness, mingling with a very good opinion of himself, of his authority as a clergyman, and his right as a rector, made him altogether a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility.

"A clear ten thousand per annum."

“Yes—the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of the best living in his gift."

Charlotte assured her friend of her satisfaction in being useful, and that it amply repaid her for the little sacrifice of her time.

"We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.”

"We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.”

"We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.”

A deeper shade of hauteur overspread his features, but he said not a word, and Elizabeth, though blaming herself for her own weakness, could not go on.

“ I am particularly obliged to you for this friendly caution, and you may depend upon my not taking so material a step without her ladyship’s concurrence.”

It was a long time before she became at all reconciled to the idea of so unsuitable a match.

“He is, indeed; but, considering the inducement, my dear Miss Eliza, we cannot wonder at his complaisance—for who would object to such a partner?”

“He is, indeed; but, considering the inducement, my dear Miss Eliza, we cannot wonder at his complaisance—for who would object to such a partner?”

Her disappointment in Charlotte made her turn with fonder regard to her sister, of whose rectitude and delicacy she was sure her opinion could never be shaken, and for whose happiness she grew daily more anxious, as Bingley had now been gone a week and nothing more was heard of his return.

After discharging his conscience on that head, he proceeded to inform them, with many rapturous expressions, of his happiness in having obtained the affection of their amiable neighbour.

As for Jane, her anxiety under this suspense was, of course, more painful than Elizabeth’s, but whatever she felt she was desirous of concealing, and between herself and Elizabeth, therefore, the subject was never alluded to.

The sight of Miss Lucas was odious to her

Elizabeth, to whom Jane very soon communicated the chief of all this, heard it in silent indignation.

...and much as she had always been disposed to like him, she could not think without anger, hardly without contempt, on that easiness of temper, that want of proper resolution, which now made him the slave of his designing friends, and led him to sacrifice of his own happiness to the caprice of their inclination.

But I will not repine.

Elizabeth was exceedingly pleased with this proposal, and felt persuaded of her sister’s ready acquiescence.

But, my dear sister, though the event has proved you right, do not think me obstinate if I still assert that, considering what her behaviour was, my confidence was as natural as your suspicion.

They were then, with no other delay than his pointing out the neatness of the entrance, taken into the house; and as soon as they were in the parlour, he welcomed them a second time, with ostentatious formality to his humble abode, and punctually repeated all his wife’s offers of refreshment.

It was two ladies stopping in a low phaeton at the garden gate.

It seemed like wilful ill-nature, or a voluntary penance, for on these occasions it was not merely a few formal inquiries and an awkward pause and then away, but he actually thought it necessary to turn back and walk with her.

“You are rather disposed to call his interference officious?”

"You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

The tumult of her mind, was now painfully great.

The five weeks which she had now passed in Kent had made a great difference in the country, and every day was adding to the verdure of the early trees.

His own father did not long survive mine, and within half a year from these events, Mr. Wickham wrote to inform me that, having finally resolved against taking orders, he hoped I should not think it unreasonable for him to expect
some more immediate pecuniary advantage, in lieu of the preferment, by which he could not be benefited.

What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross duplicity on one side or the other; and, for a few moments, she flattered herself that her wishes did not err.

At one time she had almost resolved on applying to him, but the idea was checked by the awkwardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the conviction that Mr. Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal, if he had not been well assured of his cousin’s corroboration.

The two gentlemen left Rosings the next morning, and Mr. Collins having been in waiting near the lodges, to make them his parting obeisance, was able to bring home the pleasing intelligence, of their appearing in very good health, and in as tolerable spirits as could be expected, after the melancholy scene so lately gone through at Rosings.

His affection was proved to have been sincere, and his conduct cleared of all blame, unless any could attach to the implicitness of his confidence in his friend. How grievous then was the thought that, of a situation so desirable in
every respect, so replete with advantage, so promising for happiness, Jane had been deprived, by the folly and indecorum of her own family!

...and her astonishment was consequently so great as to overcome at first the bounds of decorum, and she could not help crying out: ...

She was confident of having performed her duty, and to fret over unavoidable evils, or augment them by anxiety, was no part of her disposition.

Had Lydia and her mother known the substance of her conference with her father, their indignation would hardly have found expression in their united volubility.

Elizabeth said no more—but her mind could not acquiesce.

Nor was Darcy’s vindication, though grateful to her feelings, capable of consoling her for such discovery.

The general prejudice against Mr. Darcy is so violent, that it would be the death of half the good people in Meryton to attempt to place him in an amiable light.

Such a change in a man of so much pride exciting not only astonishment but gratitude—for to love, ardent love, it must be attributed ...