Austen Said:

they were just returned from the library, where such and such officers had attended them, and where she had seen such beautiful ornaments as made her quite wild; that she had a new gown, or a new parasol, which she would have described more fully, but was obliged to leave off in a violent hurry, as Mrs. Forster called her, and they were going off to the camp;

by the following Christmas she might be so tolerably reasonable as not to mention an officer above once a day, unless, by some cruel and malicious arrangement at the War Office, another regiment should be quartered in Meryton.

there might have been time enough.

she had no business at Pemberley,

She must own that she was tired of seeing great houses; after going over so many, she really had no pleasure in fine carpets or satin curtains.

The possibility of meeting Mr. Darcy, while viewing the place,

It would be dreadful!

it would be better to speak openly to her aunt than to run such a risk.

it could be the last resource, if her private inquiries as to the absence of the family were unfavourably answered.

whether Pemberley were not a very fine place? what was the name of its proprietor? and,

whether the family were down for the summer?

she had not really any dislike to the scheme.

a place for which nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste.

to be mistress of Pemberley might be something!

lest the chambermaid had been mistaken.

her being where she was.

a respectable-looking elderly woman, much less fine, and more civil,

it was neither gaudy nor uselessly fine; with less of splendour, and more real elegance, than the furniture of Rosings.

whether her master was really absent,

their own journey had not by any circumstance been delayed a day!

for Mr. Wickham's being among them.

This was praise, of all others most extraordinary, most opposite to her ideas.

That he was not a good-tempered man

with such a smile over the face as she remembered to have sometimes seen when he looked at her.

The commendation bestowed on him by 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,

how many people's happiness were in his guardianship! — how much of pleasure or pain was it in his power to bestow! — how much of good or evil must be done by him!

Every idea that had been brought forward by the housekeeper was favourable to his character,

every idea of the impropriety of her being found there

Her coming there was the most unfortunate, the most ill-judged thing in the world! How strange it must appear to him! In what a disgraceful light might it not strike so vain a man! It might seem as if she had purposely thrown herself in his way again! Oh! why did she come? Or, why did he thus come a day before he was expected? Had they been only ten minutes sooner, they should have been beyond the reach of his discrimination; for it was plain that he was that moment arrived — that moment alighted from his horse or his carriage.

And his behaviour, so strikingly altered — what could it mean? That he should even speak to her was amazing! — but to speak with such civility, to inquire after her family! Never in her life had she seen his manners so little dignified, never had he spoken with such gentleness as on this unexpected meeting. What a contrast did it offer to his last address in Rosings Park, when he put his letter into her hand!

on that one spot of Pemberley House, whichever it might be, where Mr. Darcy then was.

what at the moment was passing in his mind — in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him.

Perhaps he had been civil only because he felt himself at ease; yet there had been that in his voice which was not like ease.

Whether he had felt more of pain or of pleasure in seeing her

but he certainly had not seen her with composure.

to appear and to speak with calmness, if he really intended to meet them.

he would probably strike into some other path.

he had lost none of his recent civility;

to admire the beauty of the place;

praise of Pemberley from her might be mischievously construed.

at his being now seeking the acquaintance of some of those very people against whom his pride had revolted in his offer to herself.

of his decamping as fast as he could from such disgraceful companions. That he was surprised by the connection was evident; he sustained it, however, with fortitude,

It was consoling that he should know she had some relations for whom there was no need to blush.

in every expression, every sentence of her uncle, which marked his intelligence, his taste, or his good manners.

the compliment must be all for herself.

she had been assured of his absence before she came to the place,

his arrival had been very unexpected —

whatever desire Miss Darcy might have of being acquainted with her must be the work of her brother, and, without looking farther, it was satisfactory;

it was gratifying to know that his resentment had not made him think really ill of her.