Pride and Prejudice

Elizabeth Bennet was much too intelligent to be insensible to his situation; and though she well knew that no one could be answerable for the actions of the capricious Jane, or for the consequences of her own, yet she had the satisfaction of knowing that she had not been the means of their being brought together. She did not remember to have ever heard her father mention her father's name with any degree of affection. His countenance, however, was not the countenance of a man so much distressed. She was a woman of sense and feeling, and though not handsome, was very pleasing.

She was not yet acquainted with the particulars of his situation, nor had she any reason to believe that he had been in love with her, or that he had ever wished to marry her. She was mistaken. She had always known him to be a proud man, but she had not supposed him to be so proud as to be ashamed of his connection with her. She had never met with so decided a proof of his pride. His countenance, however, was not the countenance of a man so much distressed. She was a woman of sense and feeling, and though not handsome, was very pleasing.

Elizabeth Bennet was much too intelligent to be insensible to his situation; and though she well knew that no one could be answerable for the actions of the capricious Jane, or for the consequences of her own, yet she had the satisfaction of knowing that she had not been the means of their being brought together. She did not remember to have ever heard her father mention her father's name with any degree of affection. His countenance, however, was not the countenance of a man so much distressed. She was a woman of sense and feeling, and though not handsome, was very pleasing.

She was not yet acquainted with the particulars of his situation, nor had she any reason to believe that he had been in love with her, or that he had ever wished to marry her. She was mistaken. She had always known him to be a proud man, but she had not supposed him to be so proud as to be ashamed of his connection with her. She had never met with so decided a proof of his pride. His countenance, however, was not the countenance of a man so much distressed. She was a woman of sense and feeling, and though not handsome, was very pleasing.

He looked around the room with a critical eye, and then said, "It is a very pleasant situation. I should like to live here. But what is the use of it? It is nothing to me." Elizabeth was not so easily satisfied. She found him to be a man of sense and observation, and she was not surprised that he should have formed so favourable an opinion of her. She had not yet met with so decided a proof of his pride.