I do not care for myself. Quite thick shoes. And Jane declares-Well!-(as soon as she was within the door) Well! This is brilliant indeed!-This is admirable!-Excellently contrived, upon my word.
Nothing wanting. Could not have imagined it.-So well lighted up!-Jane, Jane, look!-did you ever see any thing? Oh! Mr. Weston, you must really have had Aladdin's lamp. Good Mrs. Stokes would not know her own room again. I saw her as I came in; she was standing in the entrance. `Oh! Mrs. Stokes,' said I-but I had not time for more." She was now met by Mrs. Weston.-"Very well, I thank you, ma'am. I hope you are quite well.
Very happy to hear it. So afraid you might have a headache!-seeing you pass by so often, and knowing how much trouble you must have.
Delighted to hear it indeed. Ah! dear Mrs. Elton, so obliged to you for the carriage!-excellent time. Jane and I quite ready.
Did not keep the horses a moment. Most comfortable carriage.-Oh! and I am sure our thanks are due to you, Mrs. Weston, on that score.
Mrs. Elton had most kindly sent Jane a note, or we should have been.-But two such offers in one day!-Never were such neighbours.
I said to my mother, `Upon my word, ma'am-.' Thank you, my mother is remarkably well. Gone to Mr. Woodhouse's. I made her take her shawl-for the evenings are not warm-her large new shawl-Mrs. Dixon's wedding-present.-So kind of her to think of my mother!
Bought at Weymouth, you know-Mr. Dixon's choice. There were three others, Jane says, which they hesitated about some time.
Colonel Campbell rather preferred an olive. My dear Jane, are you sure you did not wet your feet?-It was but a drop or two, but I am so afraid:-but Mr. Frank Churchill was so extremely-and there was a mat to step upon-I shall never forget his extreme politeness.-Oh! Mr. Frank Churchill, I must tell you my mother's spectacles have never been in fault since; the rivet never came out again. My mother often talks of your good-nature.
Does not she, Jane?-Do not we often talk of Mr. Frank Churchill?-Ah! here's Miss Woodhouse.-Dear Miss Woodhouse, how do you do?-Very well I thank you, quite well. This is meeting quite in fairy-land!-Such a transformation!-Must not compliment, I know (eyeing Emma most complacently)-that would be rude-but upon my word, Miss Woodhouse, you do look-how do you like Jane's hair?-You are a judge.-She did it all herself. Quite wonderful how she does her hair!-No hairdresser from London I think could.-Ah! Dr. Hughes I declare-and Mrs. Hughes. Must go and speak to Dr. and Mrs. Hughes for a moment.-How do you do? How do you do?-Very well, I thank you.