Mr.Elton's superiority had very ample acknowledgment.
"Whatever you say is always right," cried Harriet, "and therefore I suppose, and believe, and hope it must be so; but otherwise I could not have imagined it.

It is so much beyond any thing I deserve.

Mr.Elton, who might marry any body! There cannot be two opinions about _him_.

He is so very superior.

Only think of those sweet verses--'To Miss -- ----.' Dear me, how clever!--Could it really be meant for me ?" "I cannot make a question, or listen to a question about that.