It had been settled in the evening between the aunt and the niece, that such a striking civility as Miss Darcy's in coming to them on the very day of her arrival at Pemberley, for she had reached it only to a late breakfast,ought to be imitated,though it could not be equalled,by some exertion of politeness on their side;and,consequently,that it would be highly expedient to wait on her at Pemberley the following morning.They were,therefore, to go.Elizabeth was pleased;though when she asked herself the reason,she had very little to say in reply.

As for Elizabeth,her thoughts were at Pemberley this evening more than the last;and the evening,though as it passed it seemed long,was not long enough to determine her feelings towards one in that mansion;and she lay awake two whole hours endeavouring to make them out. She certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago,and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable