Imprudence or thoughtlessness in money matters would be unpardonable in me." "Exceed their income! My dear Mr.Bennet," cried his wife, "what are you talking of?
Why, he has four or five thousand a year, and very likely more." Then addressing her daughter, "Oh! my dear, dear Jane, I am so happy! I am sure I shan't get a wink of sleep all night.

I knew how it would be.

I always said it must be so, at last.

I was sure you could not be so beautiful for nothing! I remember, as soon as ever I saw him, when he first came into Hertfordshire last year, I thought how likely it was that you should come together.

Oh! he is the handsomest young man that ever was seen!" Wickham, Lydia, were all forgotten.