Austen Said:

"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?

owned himself disappointed, had expected singing;

must confess that he should not be sorry when it was over.

"He must wish her good night; he was going; he should get home as fast as he could."

"Is not this song worth staying for?"

"No!"

"there is nothing worth my 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.

of the right which he seemed to have to interest her, by everything in situation, by his own sentiments, by his early prepossession. It was altogether very extraordinary; flattering, but painful. There was much to regret.

be the conclusion of the present suspense good or bad, her affection would be his for ever. Their union,

could not divide her more from other men, than their final separation.

"Yes; I did not see them myself, but I heard Mr Elliot say they were in the room."

"I do not know. I do not think they were."

"No, that was what I dreaded. It would have been very unpleasant to me in every respect. But happily Lady Dalrymple always chooses to be farther off; and we were exceedingly well placed, that is, for hearing; I must not say for seeing, because I appear to have seen very little."

"But I ought to have looked about me more,"

there had in fact been no want of looking about,

the object only had been deficient.

"Do you see that in my eye?"

how any report of Captain Wentworth could have reached her.

"Mr Elliot!"

"Are you acquainted with Mr Elliot?"

"I was not at all aware of this. You never mentioned it before. Had I known it, I would have had the pleasure of talking to him about you."

"I should be extremely happy; I hope you cannot doubt my willingness to be of even the slightest use to you,"

"but I suspect that you are considering me as having a higher claim on Mr Elliot, a greater right to influence him, than is really the case. I am sure you have, somehow or other, imbibed such a notion. You must consider me only as Mr Elliot's relation. If in that light there is anything which you suppose his cousin might fairly ask of him, I beg you would not hesitate to employ me."

"No,"

"nor next week, nor next, nor next. I assure you that nothing of the sort you are thinking of will be settled any week. I am not going to marry Mr Elliot. I should like to know why you imagine I am?"

"My dear Mrs Smith, Mr Elliot's wife has not been dead much above half a year. He ought not to be supposed to be paying his addresses to any one."

"No,"

I can readily believe all that of my cousin. He seems to have a calm decided temper, not at all open to dangerous impressions. I consider him with great respect. I have no reason, from any thing that has fallen within my observation, to do otherwise. But I have not known him long; and he is not a man, I think, to be known intimately soon. Will not this manner of speaking of him, Mrs Smith, convince you that he is nothing to me? Surely this must be calm enough. And, upon my word, he is nothing to me. Should he ever propose to me (which I have very little reason to imagine he has any thought of doing), I shall not accept him. I assure you I shall not. I assure you, Mr Elliot had not the share which you have been supposing, in whatever pleasure the concert of last night might afford: not Mr Elliot; it is not Mr Elliot that --"

why Mrs Smith should have fancied she was to marry Mr Elliot; where she could have received the idea, or from whom she could have heard it.