Poor Edward is liked but still found wanting. Mrs. Dashwood:

really felt assured of his worth: and even that quietness of manner which militated against all her established idebas of what a young man's address ought to be, was no longer uninteresting when she knew his heart to be warm and his temper affectionate. (3)

Also like mother, like daughter—Marianne:

"But yet, he is not the kind of young man -- there is a something wanting, his figure is not striking -- it has none of that grace which I should expect in the man who could seriously attach my sister. His eyes want all that spirit, that fire, which at once announce virtue and intelligence. And besides all this, I am afraid, mama, he has no real taste. Music seems scarcely to attract him, and though he admires Elinor's drawings very much, it is not the admiration of a person who can understand their worth. It is evident, in spite of his frequent attention to her while she draws, that in fact he knows nothing of the matter. He admires as a lover, not as a connoisseur. To satisfy me, those characters must be united. I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter into all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both. (3)

Marianne knows what she wants but does such a man to meet every desire exist?