The Jewel Casket

The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
partiality for her might assist his endeavours in a cause where her peace of mind must be materially concerned. It was painful, exceedingly painful, to know that they were under obligations to a person who could never receive a return. They owed the restoration of Lydia, her character, every thing, to him. Oh! how heartily did she grieve over every ungracious sensation she had ever encouraged, every saucy speech she had ever directed towards him. For herself she was humbled; but she was proud of him. Proud that in a cause of compassion and honour, he had been able to get the better of himself. She read over her aunt's commendation of him again and again. It was hardly enough; but it pleased her. She was even sensible of some pleasure, though mixed with regret, on finding how steadfastly both she and her uncle had been persuaded that affection and confidence subsisted between Mr. Darcy and herself. ¡¡¡¡She was roused from her seat, and her reflections, by some one's approach; and before she could strike into another path, she was overtaken by Wickham. ¡¡¡¡"I am afraid I interrupt your solitary ramble, my dear sister?" said he, as he joined her. ¡¡¡¡"You certainly do," she replied with a smile; "but it does not follow that the interruption must be unwelcome." ¡¡¡¡"I should be sorry indeed, if it were. We were always good friends; and now we are better." ¡¡¡¡"True. Are the others coming out?" ¡¡¡¡"I do not know. Mrs. Bennet and Lydia are going in the carriage to Meryton. And so, my dear sister, I find, from our uncle and aunt, that you have actually seen Pemberley." ¡¡¡¡She replied in the affirmative.