Jane Austen
displaying the good proportion of the room, its aspect and its furniture, he addressed
himself particularly to her, as if wishing to make her feel what she had lost in refusing him.
But though everything seemed neat and comfortable, she was not able to gratify him by any
sigh of repentance, and rather looked with wonder at her friend that she could have so
cheerful an air with such a companion. When Mr. Collins said anything of which his wife
might reasonably be ashamed, which certainly was not unseldom, she involuntarily turned
her eye on Charlotte. Once or twice she could discern a faint blush; but in general Charlotte
wisely did not hear. After sitting long enough to admire every article of furniture in the
room, from the sideboard to the fender, to give an account of their journey, and of all that
had happened in London, Mr. Collins invited them to take a stroll in the garden, which was
large and well laid out, and to the cultivation of which he attended himself. To work in this