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Wickham was not at all more distressed than herself; but his

manners were always so pleasing, that, had his character and his

marriage been exactly what they ought, his smiles and his easy

address, while he claimed their relationship, would have

delighted them all. Elizabeth had not before believed him quite

equal to such assurance; but she sat down, resolving within

herself to draw no limits in future to the impudence of an

impudent man. She blushed, and Jane blushed; but the cheeks of

the two who caused their confusion suffered no variation of

colour.