The very nature of Elizabeth's situation, however, was altered by the events of the preceding day. She was at Pemberley, her father-in-law's stately home, a place which, in her ignorance, she had been taught to regard with so much apprehension. The recollection of all that she had heard, and all that she had learned, was now, in the presence of the actual scene, no longer a source of anxiety, but of the most lively gratification. She remembered her father's eagerness to see Mr. Bingley, her mother's anxiety for the sake of her younger daughters, and her father's particular solicitude for Miss Darcy, without being able to account for the latter. He might perhaps have felt it necessary to secure the good opinion of a man of so much consequence, in order to do justice to his own daughter. But Miss Darcy, what had she to do with it? Elizabeth remained with Jane during the whole morning, as well as a great part of the afternoon, and talked of nothing else, and thought of nothing else, but the contents of the letter. She told herself that she ought to be glad, and that she was glad. The engagement was made, and she felt a great deal of gratitude for the attention and kindness of Mr. Darcy, and for the willingness with which he had agreed to all the wishes of her family. It was not the husband whom she had intended to marry, and it was not the manner in which she had intended to be married, but she felt that she had no reason to complain. She was to be married to a man whom she had always esteemed, and to whom she was very much attached. She had been assured that she should have no occasion to complain of his temper, or his pride, or his arrogance. He was to be her husband, and she was to have no reason to wish him otherwise than he was. It was a fact which she had no reason to doubt, and she did not doubt it. The circumstances of the engagement were such as she had no reason to regret. It was not the husband whom she had intended to marry, and it was not the manner in which she had intended to be married, but she felt that she had no reason to complain. She was to be married to a man whom she had always esteemed, and to whom she was very much attached. She had been assured that she should have no occasion to complain of his temper, or his pride, or his arrogance. He was to be her husband, and she was to have no reason to wish him otherwise than he was. It was a fact which she had no reason to doubt, and she did not doubt it. The circumstances of the engagement were such as she had no reason to regret. Her thoughts, however, were soon diverted from the contemplation of her own situation by the arrival of Mr. Bingley, who, with a smiling countenance, and a heart full of joy, entered the room, and immediately inquired after the health of her sister. Elizabeth could not help smiling at the evident pleasure which he expressed, and was about to answer him, when Jane, who had been sitting by her, with her eyes cast down, and her cheeks flushed with the mingled emotions of happiness and embarrassment, raised her head, and, with a modest smile, replied to his inquiry. The conversation then turned on various subjects, and the subject of Mr. Darcy was introduced. Bingley spoke of him with the highest praise, and Elizabeth was much pleased to hear him so warmly advocate her brother-in-law. She felt at the same time a certain degree of uneasiness at the warmth of his language, and the earnestness with which he expressed his admiration.