Austen Said:

says

he is the most agreeable man she ever was in company with."

"She is pretty, I think; Anne Elliot; very pretty, when one comes to look at her. It is not the fashion to say so, but I confess I admire her more than her sister."

"Oh! so do I."

"And so do I. No comparison. But the men are all wild after Miss Elliot. Anne is too delicate for them."

whether he were really suffering much from disappointment or not;

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time;

she was not wise yet.

how long he meant to be in Bath;

He might be only passing through. But it was more probable that he should be come to stay. In that case, so liable as every body was to meet every body in Bath, Lady Russell would in all likelihood see him somewhere. Would she recollect him? How would it all be?

Louisa Musgrove was to marry Captain Benwick.

now, if she were by any chance to be thrown into company with Captain Wentworth, her imperfect knowledge of the matter might add another shade of prejudice against him.

No, it was not to be supposed that Lady Russell would perceive him till they were nearly opposite.

She could thoroughly comprehend the sort of fascination he must possess over Lady Russell's mind, the difficulty it must be for her to withdraw her eyes, the astonishment she must be feeling that eight or nine years should have passed over him, and in foreign climes and in active service too, without robbing him of one personal grace!

"Now, how would she speak of him?"

"You will wonder,"

"what has been fixing my eye so long; but I was looking after some window-curtains, which Lady Alicia and Mrs Frankland were telling me of last night. They described the drawing-room window-curtains of one of the houses on this side of the way, and this part of the street, as being the handsomest and best hung of any in Bath, but could not recollect the exact number, and I have been trying to find out which it could be; but I confess I can see no curtains hereabouts that answer their description."

in all this waste of foresight and caution, she should have lost the right moment for seeing whether he saw them.

Of course they must attend. It was really expected to be a good one, and Captain Wentworth was very fond of music. If she could only have a few minutes conversation with him again,

she should be satisfied;

Elizabeth had turned from him, Lady Russell overlooked him;

she owed him attention.

"By all means,"

"only tell me all about it, when you do come. Who is your party?"

"Well, I heartily wish your concert may answer; and do not fail me to-morrow if you can come; for I begin to have a foreboding that I may not have many more visits from you."

She assured him that she had not.

"Certainly I could have none. But it appears -- I should hope it would be a very happy match. There are on both sides good principles and good temper."

"You were a good while at Lyme, I think?"

"I should very much like to see Lyme again,"

"The last hours were certainly very painful,"

"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,

"A very fine young man indeed!"

"More air than one often sees in Bath. Irish, I dare say."

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?