"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
"My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express
them--by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas
at all to my correspondents."
"Your humility, Mr. Bingley," said Elizabeth, "must disarm
"Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, "than the appearance of
humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes
an indirect boast."