They Parted At Last With Mutual Civility,

Her Spirits Wanted The Solitude And Silence Which Only Numbers Could Give.

'my Fingers,' Said Elizabeth, 'do Not Move Over This Instrument In The Masterly Manner Which I See So Many Woman's Do. They Have Not The Same Force Of Rapidity And Do Not Possess The Same Expression. But Then I Have Always Supposed It To Be My Own Fault - Because I Would Not Take The Trouble Of Practicing. It Is Not That I Do Not Believe My Fingers As Capable As Any Other Woman's Of Superior Execution.' Darcy Smiled And Said, 'you Are Perfectly Right.'

There Is A Quickness Of Perception In Some, A Nicety In The Discernment Of Character, A Natural Penetration, In Short, Which No Experience In Others Can Equal.

How Wonderful, How Very Wonderful The Operations Of Time, And The Changes Of The Human Mind!

He Had An Affectionate Heart. He Must Love Somebody.