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Patterns of Diction in Jane Austen's Major Novels

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“I do not understand you.”
“Me? Yes; I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.”
“But pray tell me what you mean.”
“No, no; it shall not do either; I am not afraid.”
“I cannot think how it could happen! Isabella was so determined not to dance.”
“Oh! But, because — And your brother! After what you told him from me, how could he think of going to ask her?”
“You are laughing; but, I assure you, Isabella is very firm in general.”
“Then why did not you?”
“He is very handsome indeed.”
having everything so pleasantly settled.
“I am very sure,”
“that my father has promised to do as much as he can afford.”
the delay of the marriage was the only source of Isabella’s regret;
To have her acquaintance with the Tilneys end so soon
her delight in Mr. Allen’s lengthened stay
“By the end of another week!”
“I am very sorry for it,”
“if I had known this before — ”
might introduce a desire of their corresponding.
To receive so flattering an invitation!
“I will write home directly,”
“and if they do not object, as I dare say they will not — ”
This indulgence,
being favoured beyond every other human creature, in friends and fortune, circumstance and chance. Everything seemed to cooperate for her advantage. By the kindness of her first friends, the Allens, she had been introduced into scenes where pleasures of every kind had met her. Her feelings, her preferences, had each known the happiness of a return. Wherever she felt attachment, she had been able to create it. The affection of Isabella was to be secured to her in a sister. The Tilneys, they, by whom, above all, she desired to be favourably thought of, outstripped even her wishes in the flattering measures by which their intimacy was to be continued.
She was to be their chosen visitor, she was to be for weeks under the same roof with the person whose society she mostly prized — and, in addition to all the rest, this roof was to be the roof of an abbey!
It was wonderful that her friends should seem so little elated by the possession of such a home, that the consciousness of it should be so meekly borne. The power of early habit only could account for it. A distinction to which they had been born gave no pride. Their superiority of abode was no more to them than their superiority of person.
“This is my favourite place,”
“it is so out of the way.”
“Do not be uneasy, Isabella, James will soon be here.”
“You shall certainly have the best in my power to give. But who are you looking for? Are your sisters coming?”
“But I thought, Isabella, you had something in particular to tell me?”
“No, indeed, I cannot.”
“With me, dear Isabella!”
her astonishment at such a charge,
her innocence of every thought of Mr. Thorpe’s being in love with her, and the consequent impossibility of her having ever intended to encourage him.
“As to any attentions on his side, I do declare, upon my honour, I never was sensible of them for a moment — except just his asking me to dance the first day of his coming. And as to making me an offer, or anything like it, there must be some unaccountable mistake. I could not have misunderstood a thing of that kind, you know! And, as I ever wish to be believed, I solemnly protest that no syllable of such a nature ever passed between us. The last half hour before he went away! It must be all and completely a mistake — for I did not see him once that whole morning.”
“Are you? Well, if you say it, it was so, I dare say — but for the life of me, I cannot recollect it. I do remember now being with you, and seeing him as well as the rest — but that we were ever alone for five minutes — However, it is not worth arguing about, for whatever might pass on his side, you must be convinced, by my having no recollection of it, that I never thought, nor expected, nor wished for anything of the kind from him. I am excessively concerned that he should have any regard for me — but indeed it has been quite unintentional on my side; I never had the smallest idea of it. Pray undeceive him as soon as you can, and tell him I beg his pardon — that is — I do not know what I ought to say — but make him understand what I mean, in the properest way. I would not speak disrespectfully of a brother of yours, Isabella, I am sure; but you know very well that if I could think of one man more than another — he is not the person.”
“My dear friend, you must not be angry with me. I cannot suppose your brother cares so very much about me. And, you know, we shall still be sisters.”
“I certainly cannot return his affection, and as certainly never meant to encourage it.”
“You do acquit me, then, of anything wrong? — You are convinced that I never meant to deceive your brother, never suspected him of liking me till this moment?”
“But my opinion of your brother never did alter; it was always the same. You are describing what never happened.”
she should join Mrs. Allen,
their walking.
Captain Tilney was falling in love with Isabella, and Isabella unconsciously encouraging him; unconsciously it must be, for Isabella’s attachment to James was as certain and well acknowledged as her engagement. To doubt her truth or good intentions was impossible; and yet, during the whole of their conversation her manner had been odd.
Isabella had talked more like her usual self, and not so much about money, and had not looked so well pleased at the sight of Captain Tilney. How strange that she should not perceive his admiration!
give her a hint of it,
put her on her guard, and prevent all the pain which her too lively behaviour might otherwise create both for him and her brother.
That he should think it worth his while to fancy himself in love with her
Isabella talked of his attentions; she had never been sensible of any; but Isabella had said many things which she hoped had been spoken in haste, and would never be said again;
Isabella could not be aware of the pain she was inflicting;