"This is quite shocking! He deserves to be publicly disgraced."

     "Some time or other he will be--but it shall not be by me. Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose him."

     Elizabeth honoured him for such feelings, and thought him handsomer than ever as he expressed them.

     "But what," said she, after a pause, "can have been his motive? What can have induced him to behave so cruelly?"

     "A thorough, determined dislike of me--a dislike which I cannot but attribute in some measure to jealousy. Had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less, his son might have borne with me better; but his father's uncommon attachment to me irritated him, I believe, very early in life. He had not a temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood--the sort of preference which was often given me."

     "I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this--though I have never liked him. I had not thought so very ill of him. I had supposed him to be despising his fellow-creatures in general, but did not suspect him of descending to such malicious revenge, such injustice, such inhumanity as this."