“Upon my word I say no more here than I might say in any house in the neighbourhood, except Netherfield.
He is not at all liked in Hertfordshire.
Every body is disgusted with his pride. You will not find him more favourably spoken of by any one.”
“I cannot pretend to be sorry,” said Wickham, after a short interruption, “that he or that any man should not be estimated beyond their deserts;
but with him I believe it does not often happen.
The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chuses to be seen.”
“I should take him, even on my slight acquaintance, to be an ill-tempered man.”
— Wickham only shook his head.
“I wonder,” said he, at the next opportunity of speaking, “whether he is likely to be in this country much longer.”
“I do not at all know; but I heard nothing of his going away when I was at Netherfield.
I hope your plans in favour of the ————————shire will not be affected by his being in the neighbourhood.”