1 I cannot suppose your brother cares so very much about me.
2 But my opinion of your brother never did alter; it was always the same.
3 My sweet Catherine, do support me; persuade your brother how impossible it is.
4 How can you be so teasing; only conceive, my dear Catherine, what your brother wants me to do.
5 "This is a somewhat heavy call upon your brother's fortitude," observed the general to Eleanor.
6 Do not be frightened, my dear Catherine," whispered Isabella, "but I am really going to dance with your brother again.
7 At the head of them she was met by Mr. Allen, who, on hearing the reason of their speedy return, said, "I am glad your brother had so much sense; I am glad you are come back."
8 Do you know, I get so immoderately sick of Bath; your brother and I were agreeing this morning that, though it is vastly well to be here for a few weeks, we would not live here for millions.
9 You will soon hear enough from another quarter to know where lies the blame; and I hope will acquit your brother of everything but the folly of too easily thinking his affection returned.
10 You are to thank your brother and me for the scheme; it darted into our heads at breakfast-time, I verily believe at the same instant; and we should have been off two hours ago if it had not been for this detestable rain.
11 You have no doubt of the mutual attachment of your brother and your friend; depend upon it, therefore, that real jealousy never can exist between them; depend upon it that no disagreement between them can be of any duration.
12 I remember too, Miss Andrews drank tea with us that evening, and wore her puce-coloured sarsenet; and she looked so heavenly that I thought your brother must certainly fall in love with her; I could not sleep a wink all night for thinking of it.