Elinor Dashwood: Would you have him treat her even worse than Willoughby has treated you? Marianne: No, but nor would I have him marry where he does not love.
Mrs. Dashwood: [watching Brandon court Marianne] He certainly is not so dashing as Willoughby, but he has a far more pleasing countenance. There always was a something, if you remember, in Willoughby's eyes at times that I did not like.
[as Mrs. Dashwood sees off Marianne's dashing rescuer] Marianne: [whispering] His name! His name! Mrs. Dashwood: Oh, his name! [runs back] Mrs. Dashwood: Please, could you tell us to whom we are so much obliged?
Margaret: Edward promised he'd bring the atlas to Barton for me? Marianne: Did he? Well, I'll wager he will do so in less than a fortnight.
Elinor Dashwood: John and Fanny are in town. I think we shall be forced to see them.
Mrs Jennings: I don't want to hear another word about the ham bone, Pigeon. You and Cartwright must sort that out between you.
Mrs Jennings: I think I've unearthed a secret. Sir John Middleton: Oh, no, have you sniffled one out already, Mother? You're worse than my best pointer Flossie!
Mrs Jennings: Ah, now, do not fret, my dear. I have been told that this good weather is keeping many of our sportsmen in the country at present, but the frost will soon drive them to town. Depend on it.
