I wish he may go to the East Indies, that I may have my shawl.

I think I will have two shawls, Fanny." Fanny, meanwhile, speaking only when she could not help it, was very earnestly trying to understand what Mr.and Miss Crawford were at.

There was everything in the world _against_ their being serious but his words and manner.

Everything natural, probable, reasonable, was against it; all their habits and ways of thinking, and all her own demerits.

How could _she_ have excited serious attachment in a man who had seen so many, and been admired by so many, and flirted with so many, infinitely her superiors; who seemed so little open to serious impressions, even where pains had been taken to please him; who thought so slightly, so carelessly, so unfeelingly on all such points; who was everything to everybody, and seemed to find no one essential to him?
And farther, how could it be supposed that his sister, with all her high and worldly notions of matrimony, would be forwarding anything of a serious nature in such a quarter?
Nothing could be more unnatural in either.