Mary Bennet Quotes

“Unhappy as the event must be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful lesson: that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable; that one false step involves her in endless ruin; that her reputation is no less brittle than it is beautiful; and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour towards the undeserving of the other sex.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

“At that moment a solitary violin struck up. But the music was not dance music; it was more like a song - a solemn, sweet song. (I know now that it was Beethoven's Romance in F.) I listened, and suddenly it was as if the fog that surrounded me had been penetrated, as if I were being spoken to.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“Peter was now standing very close - as if he wanted to comfort me - as if he knew how hurt I felt that Mrs Knowles had not asked me to play or to sing. And I did feel comforted. It was as if a tide of warmth was carrying me out of myself, inclining me to trust him and to conduct myself well.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“Before I could reply, he had picked me up, literally swept me off my feet, and kissed me. And afterwards, when I tried to speak, he silenced me in much the same manner. It was a shock (but not at all distasteful) to be so caught up. Later - when he at last set me down - he handled me more gently. He took of my glasses and told me that he loved me.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“Blessed with the love of a good man, I felt equal to anything - even the prospect of living out my days in the Antipodes.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“I felt my mouth go dry, my throat constrict. What possible interpretation could Peter place on those words, other than that they were about him? - that the entire song was about him?”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“This made my father laugh. 'Mary made a cake, did she? Well, well. Better that than she should make a cake for herself, I suppose.'
Peter then burst out: 'Why must you always be making a game of Mary? 'Tis not fair; 'tis not sporting.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“Peter.' It was the first time I had used his name. 'You heard me sing tonight, did you not?'
'Yes, love.'
The endearment took my breath away - made me forget what I meant to say. I stood there with but one thought: He must care about me.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“I had never in all my life felt so elated. Peter cared for me! It was a miracle I longed to celebrate - to tell all Hertfordshire - and I had to hold my hand to my mouth against an involuntary smile.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“Shortly after you left the room, Bushell came over and spoke to your father. I was not near enough to hear what he said, but Maria Lucas told me afterwards that he had been -' (she smiled) 'amazingly impertinent.'
'Peter actually spoke to Papa?'
'He did. According to Maria, he had the impudence to criticise Mr Bennet for his treatment of you. I must say it gives me the most favourable idea of his character.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“Hello, Mary.'
It was like hearing a note of divine calm after a dissonant passage of music. My confusion died away.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“I found I could listen without envy to Letty's singing, and afterwards when the applause came, I did not mind that Mrs Knowles was heaping praises upon her. Peter's hands were on my chair, and when I leaned back I could feel them against my shoulders.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“I did not have an opportunity to speak privately with Peter until just as he was leaving, when he handed me one of the Burns song-sheets and (with a most earnest look) told me to read it before I went to bed.
The song was 'My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose,' but it was not until was up in my bedchamber that I saw he had written on the inside page: 'My mother would be honoured if you visited her after church tomorrow.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“I saw that he was looking anxious.
'I thought you weren't coming.' As he spoke, he grasped my hand. And if the sight of him had not quite restored the magic, the touch of him most certainly did. 'You're not wishing yourself some place else, Mary?”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“After a moment, he added more seriously: 'I don't get as angry as m'father used to about things. Or maybe I', just better at hiding m'feelings.'
'I fear I'm not very good at hiding my feelings.'
He covered my hand with his own. 'That's what I like about you. I liked it from the first. You're so different from the others.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“Ah yes.' Peter's tone was scornful. 'And they must always be paid before the poor tradesmen's bills, mustn't they?'
'They must indeed. They are debts of honour.'
'Oh, Mary.' He leant over and kissed me quickly. 'What a lot we'll have to argue about after we're married.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“In suiting the action to the words, however, I perceived that the stars were all wrong.
That was my undoing. I had looked up unthinkingly, anticipating the familiar, and, finding it gone, began to cry like a baby. Whereupon Peter stopped the gig and took me in his arms, kissing me so that my face was soon sore both from kissing and crying.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“I lost the letter in rather embarrassing circumstances. We were to dine at Parramatta Government House that same evening, and Peter had come in early from harvesting the wheat, sitting down in all his dirt to read the precious missive. I sat beside him, fresh from my bath. And so handsome did my husband look, long legs sprawled in Dungaree trousers and frowning over my father's spiky hand, that I could not resist reaching out to smooth away the frown. He caught my hand to his lips, still reading, and then chancing to look up, and reading my face more swiftly than he would ever read the written word, pulled me onto his lap.”
― Jennifer Paynter, Mary Bennet

“He might, at last, be allowed to speak to Mary unguarded and learn a little more about her. He did not know why she had lodged herself so firmly in his mind but that she was so unlike the young ladies he usually met. So unlike her sisters! This was perhaps a part of it. He had sensed something in Mary that he knew all too well in himself: the pain of being overlooked by one’s immediate family. It was plain that Mary’s father preferred clever, outgoing Elizabeth and Kitty was her mother’s favourite. Mary was...Mary.
She is an enigma, Richard thought, letting the noise of his cousins’ conversation drop to a low lull at the back of his mind. And I am intrigued by her.”
― Meg Osborne, Christmas in Kent: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

“Indeed, Miss Bennet. Or you would be less inclined to leave your handkerchiefs behind you." He stooped, then, to retrieve something, and Mary was astonished to find that yes, again, she had let slip a cotton square. Mortified, she reached for it, but his hand was quicker, and he held it up for her. "Do you have a certain disdain for these cloths, Miss Bennet, or is it some code?" he straightened, peering over his shoulder. "Perhaps a cry for help?”
― Meg Osborne, A Trip to Pemberley

“Mary had found Miss Darcy – or Georgiana, as she insisted upon being called – to be what the perfect younger sister should be. Interesting but quiet. Happy but not boisterous. Eager to be part of a party but without the compulsion to be the center of attention.”
― Leenie Brown, Sketches and Secrets of Summer: A Pride and Prejudice Novel

“Well, Mary!” Her eyes danced with merriment. “I do believe this might be a very exciting Christmas after all! I never did imagine we should meet anybody worth knowing in Kent, but look, our very first evening and we have met Gentlemen!” She capitalized the word as if to give it an even greater degree of importance and Mary frowned, wishing her sister cared for something beyond the meeting of and flirting with gentlemen.”
― Meg Osborne, Christmas in Kent: A Pride and Prejudice Variation

“He smiled, and Mary was surprised to see how comfortably the expression rested on his face in contrast to his cousin, who always seemed mildly pained when pressed to wear anything other than a scowl.”
― Meg Osborne, Christmas in Kent: A Pride and Prejudice Variation