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As for Elizabeth, her thoughts were at Pemberley this evening

more than the last; and the evening, though as it passed it

seemed long, was not long enough to determine her feelings

towards one in that mansion; and she lay awake two whole hours,

endeavouring to make them out. She certainly did not hate him.

No; hatred had vanished long ago, and she had almost as long been

ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so

called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable

qualities, though at first unwillingly admitted, had for some

time ceased to be repugnant to her feelings; and it was now

heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature by the testimony

so highly in his favour, and bringing forward his disposition in

so amiable a light, which yesterday had produced. But above all,

above respect and esteem, there was a motive within her of

good-will which could not be overlooked.