Much beyond my hopes.

Harriet is disgraced by any comparison.

Oh! what would Frank Churchill say to her, if he were here?
How angry and how diverted he would be! Ah! there I am--thinking of him directly.

Always the first person to be thought of! How I catch myself out! Frank Churchill comes as regularly into my mind!"-- All this ran so glibly through her thoughts, that by the time her father had arranged himself, after the bustle of the Eltons' departure, and was ready to speak, she was very tolerably capable of attending.
"Well, my dear," he deliberately began, "considering we never saw her before, she seems a very pretty sort of young lady; and I dare say she was very much pleased with you.

She speaks a little too quick.