Jane Austen
Mrs. Gardiner went away in all the perplexity about Elizabeth and her Derbyshire friend
that had attended her from that part of the world. His name had never been voluntarily
mentioned before them by her niece; and the kind of half-expectation which Mrs. Gardiner
had formed, of their being followed by a letter from him, had ended in nothing. Elizabeth
had received none since her return that could come from Pemberley.
The present unhappy state of the family rendered any other excuse for the lowness of her
spirits unnecessary; nothing, therefore, could be fairly conjectured from that, though
Elizabeth, who was by this time tolerably well acquainted with her own feelings, was
perfectly aware that, had she known nothing of Darcy, she could have borne the dread of
Lydia's infamy somewhat better. It would have spared her, she thought, one sleepless night
out of two.
When Mr. Bennet arrived, he had all the appearance of his usual philosophic composure.