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'This young gentleman is blessed, in a peculiar way, with

everything the heart of mortal can most desire,--splendid

property, noble kindred, and extensive patronage. Yet, in spite

of all these temptations, let me warn my cousin Elizabeth, and

yourself, of what evils you may incur by a precipitate closure

with this gentleman's proposals, which, of course, you will be

inclined to take immediate advantage of.' Have you any idea,

Lizzy, who this gentleman is? But now it comes out. 'My motive

for cautioning you is as follows:--We have reason to imagine that

his aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, does not look on the match

with a friendly eye.' Mr. Darcy, you see, is the man! Now, Lizzy,

I think I have surprised you. Could he, or the Lucases, have

pitched on any man, within the circle of our acquaintance, whose

name would have given the lie more effectually to what they

related? Mr. Darcy, who never looks at any woman but to see a

blemish, and who probably never looked at you in his life!