Dr.Davies was coming to town, and so we thought we'd join him in a post-chaise; and he behaved very genteelly, and paid ten or twelve shillings more than we did." "Oh, oh!" cried Mrs.Jennings; "very pretty, indeed! and the Doctor is a single man, I warrant you." "There now," said Miss Steele, affectedly simpering, "everybody laughs at me so about the Doctor, and I cannot think why.

My cousins say they are sure I have made a conquest; but for my part I declare I never think about him from one hour's end to another.

'Lord! here comes your beau, Nancy,' my cousin said t'other day, when she saw him crossing the street to the house.

My beau, indeed! said I--I cannot think who you mean.

The Doctor is no beau of mine." "Aye, aye, that is very pretty talking--but it won't do--the Doctor is the man, I see." "No, indeed!" replied her cousin, with affected earnestness, "and I beg you will contradict it, if you ever hear it talked of." Mrs.Jennings directly gave her the gratifying assurance that she certainly would NOT, and Miss Steele was made completely happy.
"I suppose you will go and stay with your brother and sister, Miss Dashwood, when they come to town," said Lucy, returning, after a cessation of hostile hints, to the charge.
"No, I do not think we shall." "Oh, yes, I dare say you will." Elinor would not humour her by farther opposition.
"What a charming thing it is that Mrs.Dashwood can spare you both for so long a time together!" "Long a time, indeed!" interposed Mrs.Jennings.