Jane Austen
Of neither Darcy nor Wickham could she think
without feeling she had been blind, partial, prejudiced, absurd.
"How despicably I have acted!" she cried; "I, who have prided myself on my
discernment! I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the
generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust!
How humiliating is this discovery! Yet, how just a humiliation! Had I been in love, I could
not have been more wretchedly blind! But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with
the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our
acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where
either were concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself."
From herself to Jane--from Jane to Bingley, her thoughts were in a line which soon
brought to her recollection that Mr. Darcy's explanation there had appeared very