At first he scarcely said anything; his looks only expressed his extreme surprise and vexation, and he walked to the gate and stood there, without seeming to know what to do.
"They desired me to stay--my cousin Maria charged me to say that you would find them at that knoll, or thereabouts." "I do not believe I shall go any farther," said he sullenly; "I see nothing of them.

By the time I get to the knoll they may be gone somewhere else.

I have had walking enough." And he sat down with a most gloomy countenance by Fanny.
"I am very sorry," said she; "it is very unlucky." And she longed to be able to say something more to the purpose.
After an interval of silence, "I think they might as well have staid for me," said he.
"Miss Bertram thought you would follow her." "I should not have had to follow her if she had staid." This could not be denied, and Fanny was silenced.

After another pause, he went on--"Pray, Miss Price, are you such a great admirer of this Mr.
Crawford as some people are?
For my part, I can see nothing in him." "I do not think him at all handsome." "Handsome! Nobody can call such an undersized man handsome.

He is not five foot nine.