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"I am thinking of what you have been telling me," said she. "Your

cousin's conduct does not suit my feelings. Why was he to be the

judge?"

"You are rather disposed to call his interference officious?"

"I do not see what right Mr. Darcy had to decide on the propriety

of his friend's inclination; or why, upon his own judgment alone,

he was to determine and direct in what manner that friend was to

be happy. But," she continued, recollecting herself, "as we know

none of the particulars, it is not fair to condemn him. It is not

to be supposed that there was much affection in the case."

"That is not an unnatural surmise," said Fitzwilliam; "but it is

lessening the honour of my cousin's triumph very sadly."