My Dear Mr. Bennet," Said

When Any Two Young People Take It Into Their Heads To Marry, They Are Pretty Sure By Perseverance To Carry Their Point, Be They Ever So Poor, Or Ever So Imprudent, Or Ever So Little Likely To Be Necessary To Each Other's Ultimate Comfort.

If You Were To Give Me Forty Such Men, I Never Could Be So Happy As You. Till I Have Your Disposition, Your Goodness, I Never Can Have Your Happiness. No, No, Let Me Shift For Myself; And, Perhaps, If I Have Very Good Luck, I May Meet With Another Mr. Collins In Time.

I Am Excessively Diverted.

Marry Me. Marry Me, My Wonderful, Darling Friend.

Where The Heart Is Really Attached, I Know Very Well How Little One Can Be Pleased With The Attention Of Any Body Else.