ElizabethWhat sort of a girl is Miss Darcy?
He shook his head.
Mr. WickhamI wish I could call her amiable.
Mr. WickhamIt gives me pain to speak ill of a Darcy;
Mr. WickhamBut she is too much like her brother,—very, very proud.
Mr. WickhamAs a child, she was affectionate and pleasing, and extremely fond of me;
Mr. WickhamAnd I have devoted hours and hours to her amusement.
Mr. WickhamBut she is nothing to me now.