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In the evening, soon after Mr. Bennet withdrew to the library,

she saw Mr. Darcy rise also and follow him, and her agitation on

seeing it was extreme. She did not fear her father's opposition,

but he was going to be made unhappy, and that it should be

through her means; that she, his favourite child, should be

distressing him by her choice, should be filling him with fears

and regrets in disposing of her, was a wretched reflection, and

she sat in misery till Mr. Darcy appeared again, when, looking at

him, she was a little relieved by his smile. In a few minutes he

approached the table where she was sitting with Kitty; and, while

pretending to admire her work, said in a whisper, "Go to your

father; he wants you in the library." She was gone directly.

Her father was walking about the room, looking grave and anxious.

"Lizzy," said he, "what are you doing? Are you out of your senses

to be accepting this man? Have not you always hated him?"