Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders.
Well, my dear," said Mr. ...
Quotes from the same author
Business, you know, may bring you money, but friendship hardly ever does.
Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.
There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.
A sick child is always the mother's property; her own feelings generally make it so.
But are they all horrid, are you sure they are all horrid? [Referring to Gothic novels, fashionable in England at the beginning of the 19th century, but frowned upon in polite society.]
