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is not quite consistent with his behaviour to our poor friend.”

“Perhaps we might be deceived.”

“That is not very likely; our authority was too good.”

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

“He is certainly a good brother,”

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

“And this is always the way with him,”

“Whatever can give his sister any pleasure is sure to be done in a moment. There is nothing he would not do for her.”

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,

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.

only of returning to the carriage as quickly as possible.

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 —

“for your housekeeper,”

“informed us that you would certainly not be here till to-morrow; and indeed, before we left Bakewell, we understood that you were not immediately expected in the country.”

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;

it was gratifying to know that his resentment had not made him think really ill of her.

His wish of introducing his sister to her was a compliment of the highest kind.

“There is something a little stately in him, to be sure,”

“but it is confined to his air, and is not unbecoming. I can now say with the housekeeper, that though some people may call him proud, I have seen nothing of it.”

“To be sure, Lizzy,”

“he is not so handsome as Wickham; or, rather, he has not Wickham's countenance, for his features are perfectly good. But how came you to tell me that he was so disagreeable?”

she had liked him better when they met in Kent than before,

she had never seen him so pleasant as this morning.

they had entirely misunderstood his character,