She is bursting with jealousy of me." "Jealousy!" "What else?
Marmaduke has never taken the least notice of her, and she is madly in love with him." "This is quite a new light upon the affair.

Constance, are you sure you are not romancing ?" "Romancing! Why, she cannot conceal her venom.

She taunted me this morning in the summer-house because Marmaduke has never made me a formal proposal.

It was the letter that made her do it.

Ask Marian." "I can hardly believe it: I should not have supposed, from what I have observed, that she cared about him." You should not have supposed it from what she _said_: is that what you mean?
I dont care whether you believe it or not." "Well, if you are so confident, there is no occasion to be acrimonious about Elinor.