What was I thinking?
Bingley had never met with pleasanter people or prettier girls in his life; every body had been most kind and attentive to him, there had been no formality, no stiffness; he had soon felt acquainted with all the room; and as to Miss Bennet, he could not conceive an angel more beautiful. (P&P, Chapter 4)
"So you considered Miss Bennet pretty, Charles?" teased Caroline.
"The most beautiful angel I have seen in my life! What did you think, Darcy?"
(Here we go again! September Angel of the Month—Jane Bennet! Another devil in angel robes) "She smiled too much."
Caroline interjected, "And what of the other Misses Bennet, Mr. Darcy? They are considered very pretty in Hertfordshire."
(Speak of the devil! Once again she reaches for a backhanded complement by disparaging others. Not that the tawdry assembly had any other pretty girls to offer. None of them could hold a candle to my poor Georgiana. Just let this night be over!) "I saw no other beauty, wit, or amiability displayed tonight. Please excuse me; I am retiring for the evening." The ladies tittered at my response.
"Darcy, when you are acquainted with them, I am sure you will like them as much as I—get some rest and be of good cheer!" Charles called out to me as I made my escape.