Austen Said:

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.

“And of this place,”

“I might have been mistress! With these rooms I might now have been familiarly acquainted! Instead of viewing them as a stranger, I might have rejoiced in them as my own, and welcomed to them as visitors my uncle and aunt. But no,”

that could never be; my uncle and aunt would have been lost to me; I should not have been allowed to invite them.”

whether her master was really absent,

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

“A little.”

“Yes, very handsome.”

for Mr. Wickham's being among them.

“Except,

"when she goes to Ramsgate.”

“It is very much to his credit, I am sure, that you should think so.”

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

That he was not a good-tempered man

“Can this be Mr. Darcy?”

“In what an amiable light does this place him!”

“Perhaps we might be deceived.”

“He is certainly a good brother,”

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.

“What will be his surprise,"

"when he knows who they are? He takes them now for people of fashion.”

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.

“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. My reproofs at Hunsford could not work such a change as this. It is impossible that he should still love me.”

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;