Nay," Cried Bingley, "this Is

Thus Much Indeed He Was Obliged To Acknowledge - That He Had Been Constant Unconsciously, Nay Unintentionally; That He Had Meant To Forget Her, And Believed It To Be Done. He Had Imagined Himself Indifferent, When He Had Only Been Angry; And He Had Been Unjust To Her Merits, Because He Had Been A Sufferer From Them.

I Do Not Think I Ever Opened A Book In My Life Which Had Not Something To Say Upon Woman's Inconstancy. Songs And Proverbs, All Talk Of Woman's Fickleness. But Perhaps You Will Say, These Were All Written By Men." "perhaps I Shall. Yes, Yes, If You Please, No Reference To Examples In Books. Men Have Had Every Advantage Of Us In Telling Their Own Story. Education Has Been Theirs In So Much Higher A Degree; The Pen Has Been In Their Hands. I Will Not Allow Books To Prove Anything.

You Must Learn Some Of My Philosophy. Think Only Of The Past As Its Remembrance Gives You Pleasure.

And If I Had Not A Letter To Write Myself, I Might Sit By You And Admire The Evenness Of Your Writing, As Another Young Lady Once Did. But I Have An Aunt Too, Who Must Not Be Longer Neglected.

I Have Always Maintained The Importance Of Aunts