— “Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again?
— At present I have not room to do them justice.”
— “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?”
— “They are generally long;
but whether always charming, it is not for me to determine.”
— “It is a rule with me that a person who can write a long letter, with ease, cannot write ill.”
— “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?”
— “My style of writing is very different from yours.”
— “Oh!” cried Miss Bingley,
“Charles writes in the most careless way imaginable.
He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest.”