Austen Said:

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.

Mr. Gardiner would be prevented by business from setting out till a fortnight later in July, and must be in London again within a month, and as that left too short a period for them to go so far, and see so much as they had proposed, or at least to see it with the leisure and comfort they had built on, they were obliged to give up the Lakes, and substitute a more contracted tour, and, according to the present plan, were to go no farther northwards than Derbyshire. In that county there was enough to be seen to occupy the chief of their three weeks;

there might have been time enough.

Pemberley was situated. It was not in their direct road, nor more than a mile or two out of it.

to see the place again.

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,

he was,

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

how she liked it.

it was a picture of a young gentleman, the son of her late master's steward, who had been brought up by him at his own expense.

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

it was but just done to give pleasure to Miss Darcy, who had taken a liking to the room when last at Pemberley.

Miss Darcy's delight, when she should enter the room.

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

it had been taken in his father's lifetime.

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,

as to the date of the building,

they now saw Mr. Darcy,

every idea of the impropriety of her being found there

as to the time of her having left Longbourn, and of her having stayed in Derbyshire,

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.

of going round the whole park,

it might be beyond a walk.

it was ten miles round.