“That is a failing indeed!” cried Elizabeth.
“Implacable resentment is a shade in a character.
But you have chosen your fault well.
— I really cannot laugh at it.
You are safe from me.”
“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil,
a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”
“And your defect is a propensity to hate every body.”
“And yours,” he replied, with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”
“Do let us have a little music,”
— cried Miss Bingley, tired of a conversation in which she had no share.
— “Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst.”
Her sister had not the smallest objection, and the piano-forte was opened;
and Darcy, after a few moments' recollection, was not sorry for it. He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.