I am going to open the instrument, Eliza, and you know what follows. Her performance was pleasing, though by no means capital. After a song or two, and before she could reply to the entreaties of several that she would sing again, she was eagerly succeeded at the instrument by her sister Mary, who having, in consequence of being the only plain one in the family, worked hard for knowledge and accomplishments, was always impatient for display. There is nothing like dancing after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished society.
Every savage can dance.
Sir William only smiled. Yes, indeed, and received no inconsiderable pleasure from the sight. Mr. Darcy bowed. Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner. You cannot refuse to dance, I am sure when so much beauty is before you.