Austen Said:

"I am much obliged to you,"

"but I am not going with them. The carriage would not accommodate so many. I walk: I prefer walking."

"Oh! very little, Nothing that I regard."

very much obliged to him,

the rain would come to nothing at present,

"I am only waiting for Mr Elliot. He will be here in a moment, I am sure."

"Good morning to you!"

whether he were really suffering much from disappointment or not;

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time;

she was not wise yet.

how long he meant to be in Bath;

He might be only passing through. But it was more probable that he should be come to stay. In that case, so liable as every body was to meet every body in Bath, Lady Russell would in all likelihood see him somewhere. Would she recollect him? How would it all be?

Louisa Musgrove was to marry Captain Benwick.

now, if she were by any chance to be thrown into company with Captain Wentworth, her imperfect knowledge of the matter might add another shade of prejudice against him.

No, it was not to be supposed that Lady Russell would perceive him till they were nearly opposite.

She could thoroughly comprehend the sort of fascination he must possess over Lady Russell's mind, the difficulty it must be for her to withdraw her eyes, the astonishment she must be feeling that eight or nine years should have passed over him, and in foreign climes and in active service too, without robbing him of one personal grace!

"Now, how would she speak of him?"

in all this waste of foresight and caution, she should have lost the right moment for seeing whether he saw them.

Of course they must attend. It was really expected to be a good one, and Captain Wentworth was very fond of music. If she could only have a few minutes conversation with him again,

she should be satisfied;

Elizabeth had turned from him, Lady Russell overlooked him;

she owed him attention.

She assured him that she had not.

"Certainly I could have none. But it appears -- I should hope it would be a very happy match. There are on both sides good principles and good temper."

"You were a good while at Lyme, I think?"

"I should very much like to see Lyme again,"

"The last hours were certainly very painful,"

"but when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure. One does not love a place the less for having suffered in it, unless it has been all suffering, nothing but suffering, which was by no means the case at Lyme. We were only in anxiety and distress during the last two hours, and previously there had been a great deal of enjoyment. So much novelty and beauty! I have travelled so little, that every fresh place would be interesting to me; but there is real beauty at Lyme; and in short"

"altogether my impressions of the place are very agreeable."

"they should meet again. He would look for her, he would find her out before the evening were over, and at present, perhaps, it was as well to be asunder. She was in need of a little interval for recollection."

His opinion of Louisa Musgrove's inferiority, an opinion which he had seemed solicitous to give, his wonder at Captain Benwick, his feelings as to a first, strong attachment; sentences begun which he could not finish, his half averted eyes and more than half expressive glance,

all, all declared that he had a heart returning to her at least; that anger, resentment, avoidance, were no more; and that they were succeeded, not merely by friendship and regard, but by the tenderness of the past. Yes, some share of the tenderness of the past.

He must love her.

"This,"

"is nearly the sense, or rather the meaning of the words, for certainly the sense of an Italian love-song must not be talked of, but it is as nearly the meaning as I can give; for I do not pretend to understand the language. I am a very poor Italian scholar."

"I will not oppose such kind politeness; but I should be sorry to be examined by a real proficient."

"For shame! for shame! this is too much flattery. I forget what we are to have next," turning to the bill.

"Indeed! How so? You can have been acquainted with it only since I came to Bath, excepting as you might hear me previously spoken of in my own family."

He might have been in Mr Elliot's company,

He could not have come nearer to her if he would; she was so surrounded and shut in: but she would rather have caught his eye.

she had seen him.

She could not quit that room in peace without seeing Captain Wentworth once more, without the interchange of one friendly look.

Miss Larolles,

Why was it?

Could there have been any unpleasant glances?

"Is not this song worth staying for?"

Jealousy of Mr Elliot!

Captain Wentworth jealous of her affection! Could she have believed it a week ago; three hours ago!

How was such jealousy to be quieted? How was the truth to reach him? How, in all the peculiar disadvantages of their respective situations, would he ever learn of her real sentiments?

Their evil was incalculable.