Austen Said:

“This must be false! This cannot be! This must be the grossest falsehood!”

she would not regard it,

would never look in it again.

The account of his connection with the Pemberley family was exactly what he had related himself; and the kindness of the late Mr. Darcy,

agreed equally well with his own words. So far each recital confirmed the other;

there was gross duplicity on one side or the other;

her wishes did not err.

On both sides it was only assertion.

less than infamous,

The extravagance and general profligacy which he scrupled not to lay at Mr. Wickham's charge,

She had never heard of him before his entrance into the ——shire Militia, in which he had engaged at the persuasion of the young man who, on meeting him accidentally in town, had there renewed a slight acquaintance. Of his former way of life nothing had been known in Hertfordshire but what he told himself. As to his real character, had information been in her power, she had never felt a wish of inquiring.

His countenance, voice, and manner had established him at once in the possession of every virtue.

Mr. Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal, if he had not been well assured of his cousin's corroboration.

the impropriety of such communications to a stranger, and wondered it had escaped her before.

he had boasted of having no fear of seeing Mr. Darcy — that Mr. Darcy might leave the country, but that he should stand his ground; yet he had avoided the Netherfield ball the very next week.

till the Netherfield family had quitted the country, he had told his story to no one but herself; but that after their removal it had been everywhere discussed; that he had then no reserves, no scruples in sinking Mr. Darcy's character, though he had assured her that respect for the father would always prevent his exposing the son.

his eagerness to grasp at anything. His behaviour to herself could now have had no tolerable motive; he had either been deceived with regard to her fortune, or had been gratifying his vanity by encouraging the preference which

she had most incautiously shown.

Mr. Bingley, when questioned by Jane, had long ago asserted his blamelessness in the affair; that proud and repulsive as were his manners, she had never, in the whole course of their acquaintance — an acquaintance which had latterly brought them much together, and given her a sort of intimacy with his ways — seen any thing that betrayed him to be unprincipled or unjust — anything that spoke him of irreligious or immoral habits; that among his own connections he was esteemed and valued — that even Wickham had allowed him merit as a brother, and that she had often heard him speak so affectionately of his sister as to prove him capable of some amiable feeling; that had his actions been what Mr. Wickham represented them, so gross a violation of everything right could hardly have been concealed from the world; and that friendship between a person capable of it, and such an amiable man as Mr. Bingley, was incomprehensible.

“How despicably I have acted!”

“I, who have prided myself on my discernment! I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust! How humiliating is this discovery! Yet, how just a humiliation! Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind! But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself.”

Mr. Darcy's explanation there, had appeared very insufficient,

How could she deny that credit to his assertions in one instance, which she had been obliged to give in the other?

He declared himself to be totally unsuspicious of her sister's attachment;

Jane's feelings, though fervent, were little displayed, and

there was a constant complacency in her air and manner not often united with great sensibility.

Jane's disappointment had in fact been the work of her nearest relations,

how materially the credit of both must be hurt by such impropriety of conduct,

had she chosen it, she might by this time have been presented to her as her future niece;

of what her ladyship's indignation would have been.

“I am much obliged to your ladyship for your kind invitation,”

“but it is not in my power to accept it. I must be in town next Saturday.”

“But my father cannot. He wrote last week to hurry my return.”

“You are all kindness, madam; but I believe we must abide by our original plan.”

“My uncle is to send a servant for us.”

lucky for her; or, with a mind so occupied, she might have forgotten where she was. Reflection must be reserved for solitary hours;

the style of his address,

how unjustly she had condemned and upbraided him,

His attachment excited gratitude, his general character respect; but she could not approve him; nor could she for a moment repent her refusal, or feel the slightest inclination ever to see him again.

They were hopeless of remedy. Her father, contented with laughing at them, would never exert himself to restrain the wild giddiness of his youngest daughters; and her mother, with manners so far from right herself, was entirely insensible of the evil.

but while they were supported by their mother's indulgence, what chance could there be of improvement?

Catherine, weak-spirited, irritable, and completely under Lydia's guidance, had been always affronted by their advice; and Lydia, self-willed and careless, would scarcely give them a hearing. They were ignorant, idle, and vain. While there was an officer in Meryton, they would flirt with him; and while Meryton was within a walk of Longbourn, they would be going there forever.

His affection was proved to have been sincere, and his conduct cleared of all blame, unless any could attach to the implicitness of his confidence in his friend.

How grievous then was

a situation so desirable in every respect, so replete with advantage, so promising for happiness, Jane had been deprived, by the folly and indecorum of her own family!

She had spent six weeks with great enjoyment; and the pleasure of being with Charlotte, and the kind attentions she had received, must make her feel the obliged.

“You may, in fact, carry a very favourable report of us into Hertfordshire, my dear cousin. I flatter myself at least that you will be able to do so. Lady Catherine's great attentions to Mrs. Collins you have been a daily witness of; and altogether I trust it does not appear that your friend has drawn an unfortunate — but on this point it will be as well to be silent. Only let me assure you, my dear Miss Elizabeth, that I can from my heart most cordially wish you equal felicity in marriage. My dear Charlotte and I have but one mind and one way of thinking. There is in everything a most remarkable resemblance of character and ideas between us. We seem to have been designed for each other.”

it was a great happiness where that was the case,

she firmly believed and rejoiced in his domestic comforts.

Poor Charlotte! it was melancholy to leave her to such society!