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Mr. Darcy’s letter she was in a fair way of soon knowing by heart.
To this Mary very gravely replied, “Far be it from me, my dear sister, to depreciate such pleasures! They would doubtless be congenial with the generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms forme— I should infinitely prefer a book.”
“There certainly was some great mismanagement in the education of those two young men. One has got all the goodness, and the other all the appearance of it.”
To Pemberley, therefore, they were to go.
and she beheld a striking resemblance to Mr. Darcy, with such a smile over the face as she remembered to have sometimes seen when he looked at her. She stood several minutes before the picture, in earnest contemplation, and returned to it again before they quitted the gallery.
Mrs. Reynolds was of no trifling nature. What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant? As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how many people’s happiness were in his guardianship! — how much of pleasure or pain was it in his power to bestow!
of those very people against whom his pride had revolted in his offer to herself.
Elizabeth could not but be pleased, could not but triumph. It was consoling that he should know she had some relations for whom there was no need to blush.
“Why is he so altered? From what can it proceed? It cannot be for me— it cannot be for my sake that his manners are thus softened.
“There is something a little stately in him, to be sure,” replied her aunt, “but it is confined to his air, and is not unbecoming. I can now say with the housekeeper, that though some people may call him proud, I have seen nothing of it.”
She certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago, and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called.
Such a change in a man of so much pride exciting not only astonishment but gratitude — for to love, ardent love,
They were, therefore, to go.
To Kitty, however, it does not seem so wholly unexpected. I am very, very sorry.
Poor Kitty has anger for having concealed their attachment; but as it was a matter of confidence, one cannot wonder.
My younger sister has left all her friends — has eloped; has thrown herself into the power of — of Mr. Wickham.
She has no money, no connections, nothing that can tempt him to — she is lost for ever.”
It was, on the contrary, exactly calculated to make her understand her own wishes; and never had she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be vain.
If gratitude and esteem are good foundations of affection, Elizabeth’s change of sentiment will be neither improbable nor faulty.
Her affections had continually been fluctuating but never without an object.
