I assure you that nothing of the sort you are thinking of will be settled any week.
I am not going to marry Mr Elliot.

I should like to know why you imagine I am ?" Mrs Smith looked at her again, looked earnestly, smiled, shook her head, and exclaimed-- "Now, how I do wish I understood you! How I do wish I knew what you were at! I have a great idea that you do not design to be cruel, when the right moment occurs.

Till it does come, you know, we women never mean to have anybody.

It is a thing of course among us, that every man is refused, till he offers.

But why should you be cruel?
Let me plead for my--present friend I cannot call him, but for my former friend.
Where can you look for a more suitable match?
Where could you expect a more gentlemanlike, agreeable man?
Let me recommend Mr Elliot.