“No indeed;I felt nothing but surprise.”

“I am almost afraid of asking what you thought of me,when we met at Pemberley.You blamed me for coming?”

“On the evening before my going to London,”said he,“I made a confession to him,which I believe I ought to have made long ago. I told him of all that had occurred to make my former interference in his affairs absurd and impertinent. His surprise was great.He had never had the slightest suspicion.I told him, moreover,that I believed myself mistaken in supposing,as I had done,that your sister was indifferent to him;and as I could easily perceive that his attachment to her was unabated,I felt no doubt of their happiness together.”

“I must ask whether you were surprised?”said Elizabeth.

“Did you speak from your own observation,”said she,“when you told him that my sister loved him, or merely from my information last spring?”