dear

Wickham was so perfectly satisfied with this conversation, that he never again distressed himself, or provoked his dear sister Elizabeth, by introducing the subject of it; and she was pleased to find that she had said enough to keep him quiet.

“Oh, my dear Lydia,” she cried, “when shall we meet again?”

“Write to me very often, my dear.”

“Yes, most satisfactory, my dear Danglars.”