Perception [antikvár]

I I It is an opinion widely held, that a young lady lacking prospects must dream of defying expectations. Mary Bennet harboured no such dreams. Indeed, she had very litde time for dreams at ail. In the words of her younger sister, Catherine, over-heard complaining bitterly to their mother as she arranged embroidery silks by the fireside, 'Mary thinks herself the most intelligent person in Meryton and allows herself every occasion to mock me.' Such plaintive wails and a scowl quite obliterated the rosy glow of Catherine's good looks. 'Nonsense, Kitty, your father is the most intelligent person in Meryton and very like the entire county. That is well known amongst persons of quality.' Kitty pouted and kicked an imaginary bail of wool with her Moroccan slipper. 'I have told you before that such fits of the sulks will turn you into an old maid. No gendeman wants a disagreeable woman for his wife.' Mrs Bennet tucked a greying curi beneath the lace of her cap with a satisfied air. 'Your own dear papa was attracted by my charm.' Kitty regarded her mother sourly. At that moment the object of her ire stepped lightly into the room, as