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Sir John Middleton
: You know what they're saying, of course. Hm? Word is, you've developed a taste for certain company. And why not, say I. A man like you in your prime... she'd be a very fortunate young lady. Colonel Brandon
: Marianne Dashwood would no more think of me than she would of you, John. Sir John Middleton
: Brandon, my boy, do not think of yourself so meanly. Colonel Brandon
: And all the better for her.
: Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne - I come to issue an invitation. A picnic on my estate at Delaford if you would care to join us on Thursday next. Mrs. Jennings daughter and her husband are traveling up especially. Elinor Dashwood
: We should be delighted, Colonel. Colonel Brandon
: I will of course be including Mr. Willoughby in the party. Marianne
: I shall be delighted to join you, Colonel.
: What can I do? Elinor Dashwood
: Colonel, you have done so much already... Colonel Brandon
: Give me an occupation, Miss Dashwood, or I shall run mad.
: Have you really been to the East Indies, Colonel? Colonel Brandon
: I have. Margaret
: What's it like? Sir John Middleton
: Like? Hot. Colonel Brandon
] The air is full of spices.
[after a reading of Spenser's The Faerie Queen
: Shall we continue tomorrow? Colonel Brandon
: No, for I must away. Marianne
: Away? Where? Colonel Brandon
: That I cannot tell you. It is a secret.
: Your sister seems very happy. Elinor Dashwood
: Yes. Marianne does not approve of hiding her emotions. In fact, her romantic prejudices have the unfortunate tendency to set propriety at naught. Colonel Brandon
: She is wholly unspoilt. Elinor Dashwood
: Rather too unspoilt, in my view. The sooner she becomes acquainted with the ways of the world, the better. Colonel Brandon
: I knew a lady very like your sister - the same impulsive sweetness of temper - who was forced into, as you put it, a better acquaintance with the world. The result was only ruination and despair. Do not desire it, Miss Dashwood.
: [On hearing that Marianne is very ill
] For the love of God, is there nothing I can do?