I want a change.

I am serious, Miss Woodhouse, whatever your penetrating eyes may fancy--I am sick of England--and would leave it to-morrow, if I could." "You are sick of prosperity and indulgence.

Cannot you invent a few hardships for yourself, and be contented to stay ?" "_I_ sick of prosperity and indulgence! You are quite mistaken.

I do not look upon myself as either prosperous or indulged.

I am thwarted in every thing material.