Jane Austen
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The evening was spent chiefly in talking over Hertfordshire news, and telling again what
had already been written; and when it closed, Elizabeth, in the solitude of her chamber, had
to meditate upon Charlotte's degree of contentment, to understand her address in guiding,
and composure in bearing with, her husband, and to acknowledge that it was all done very
well. She had also to anticipate how her visit would pass, the quiet tenor of their usual
employments, the vexatious interruptions of Mr. Collins, and the gaieties of their
intercourse with Rosings. A lively imagination soon settled it all.
About the middle of the next day, as she was in her room getting ready for a walk, a
sudden noise below seemed to speak the whole house in confusion; and, after listening a
moment, she heard somebody running up stairs in a violent hurry, and calling loudly after
her. She opened the door and met Maria in the landing place, who, breathless with agitation,
cried out--