“These are difficulties which you must settle for yourself. Choose your own degree of crossness. I shall press you no more.”

“If you will thank me, let it be for yourself alone. That the wish of giving happiness to you, might add force to the other inducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your family owe me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe, I thought only of you.”

“You are in a melancholy humour, and fancy that any one unlike yourself must be happy. But remember that the pain of parting from friends will be felt by every body at times, whatever be their education or state. Know your own happiness. You want nothing but patience — or give it a more fascinating name, call it hope.”

“You must be the best judge of your own happiness.”

“You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.”

“You have qualities which I had not before supposed to exist in such a degree in any human creature. You have some touches of the angel in you.”

“I shall be sure to say three dull things as soon as ever I open my mouth, shan’t I? (looking round with the most good-humoured dependence on every body’s assent)— Do not you all think I shall?” Emma could not resist. “Ah! ma’am, but there may be a difficulty. Pardon me— but you will be limited as to number—only three at once.”