— “Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? — At present I have not room to do them justice.”   [перевод...]

— “Oh! it is of no consequence. I shall see her in January. But do you always write such charming long letters to her, Mr. Darcy?”   [перевод...]

— “They are generally long; but whether always charming, it is not for me to determine.”   [перевод...]

— “It is a rule with me that a person who can write a long letter, with ease, cannot write ill.”   [перевод...]

— “That will not do for a compliment to Darcy, Caroline,” cried her brother — “because he does not write with ease. He studies too much for words of four syllables. — Do not you, Darcy?”   [перевод...]

— “My style of writing is very different from yours.”   [перевод...]

— “Oh!” cried Miss Bingley, “Charles writes in the most careless way imaginable. He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest.”   [перевод...]