And in that gilded, unlikely, deliciously romantic world, they lived—not just wealthy, not just proud—but perfectly, obstinately, joyously in love.
Her five daughters assembled like a chorus of angels in varying states of alarm and hope. The eldest, Jane, serene as a Botticelli Venus, merely smiled. Elizabeth, her father’s favorite and the family’s sharpest wit, raised an eyebrow. Mary, the bookish one, sighed about the ephemeral nature of male attention. Kitty and Lydia, giddy as foals, immediately began calculating the number of officers likely to accompany Mr. Bingley to the local assemblies. pride and prejudice 1940
Elizabeth heard it. Her dark eyes flashed with a fire that had nothing to do with the chandeliers. She repeated the slight to her friends with a laugh just a shade too bright, filing it away not as a wound, but as a weapon. The war was declared. And in that gilded, unlikely, deliciously romantic world,
Elizabeth, trembling but resolute, replied, "I shall make my own choices, Lady Catherine." Bingley to the local assemblies