The occurrences of the day were too full of interest to leave Elizabeth much attention for any of these new friends； and she could do nothing but think， and think with wonder， of Mr. Darcy's civility，and，above all，of his wishing her to be acquainted with his sister.

Elizabeth answered only by a slight bow. Her thoughts were instantly driven back to the time when Mr. Bingley's name had been the last mentioned between them；and，if she might judge by his complexion，his mind was not very differently engaged.

“To be sure， Lizzy，”said her aunt，“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 us that he was so disagreeable？”

Elizabeth excused herself as well as she could；said that she had liked him better when they met in Kent than before，and that she had never seen him so pleasant as this morning.

“There is something a little stately in him，to be sure，”replied her aunt，“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.”

Mrs.Gardiner was surprised and concerned；but as they were now approaching the scene of her former pleasures， every idea gave way to the charm of recollection； and she was too much engaged in pointing out to her husband all the interesting spots in its environs to think of anything else.Fatigued as she had been by the morning's walk they had no sooner dined than she set off again in quest of her former acquaintance，and the evening was spent in the satisfactions of a intercourse renewed after many years' discontinuance.