"You decide on his imperfections so much in the mass," replied Elinor, "and so much on the strength of your own imagination, that the commendation I am able to give of him is comparatively cold and insipid.
"Je beslissend oordeel over zijn onvolmaaktheden is zoo veelomvattend," antwoordde Elinor, "en zoo zeer gekleurd door je eigen verbeelding, dat de lof, dien ik hem vermag te schenken, daarbij vergeleken koel en onbeteekenend schijnt.