There was no doubt that my sisters were the finest young women in the world. They each had their individual qualities which made them special, even Elizabeth, who I knew felt as though she were average. In my opinion, the three of them deserved princes for husbands, though the class system could be so inconvenient in this day and age.
I was amused by Margaret's interest in Captain Howard. I hoped that if anything happened between them, he would treat her with due respect and decency.
I was surprised by Marianne's seemingly hollow enthusiasm at dancing with Mr McConnelly. They seemed like such a good match, though granted I didn't know the nature of any of my sisters' thoughts and barely knew Mr McConnelly.
Elizabeth unfortunately seemed to be suffering from the attention Mr Charles Baker was paying her. I knew she found him quite tiresome and though polite enough to hide her resignation as best as she could, I could tell she was fed up.
I had been happy to see my cousin's cheeks glow while she danced with the mysterious stranger I had not heard of before. It was so rare to see her so content and I was grateful for Mr Griffen for showing her that she was worthy of note.
I myself was unfazed by the fact that no girls had caught my attention. I was simply glad for any fortunate circumstances which my sisters (except poor Elizabeth) found themselves in. I felt my role in the family was to protect my dearly cherished siblings and ensure that they were never upset. I did not care for the flirtatious women who approached me and complimented my handsomeness: girls like that had no real depth, no appreciation of the things I valued, like nature, reading and my siblings. I doubted if remaining a bachelor my whole life would trouble me either: I had my sisters for company and Mother would always be appreciative of my presence in the house. Life was great how it was.