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"When you have killed all your own birds, Mr. Bingley," said her

mother, "I beg you will come here and shoot as many as you please

on Mr. Bennet's manor. I am sure he will be vastly happy to

oblige you, and will save all the best of the coveys for you."

Elizabeth's misery increased at such unnecessary, such officious

attention! Were the same fair prospect to arise at present, as

had flattered them a year ago, everything, she was persuaded,

would be hastening to the same vexatious conclusion. At that

instant she felt, that years of happiness could not make Jane or

herself amends for moments of such painful confusion.

"The first wish of my heart," said she to herself, "is never more

to be in company with either of them. Their society can afford no

pleasure that will atone for such wretchedness as this! Let me

never see either one or the other again!"