Jane met her with a smile of such sweet complacency, a glow of such happy expression, as sufficiently marked how well she was satisfied with the occurrences of the evening.
Elizabeth instantly read her feelings;
And, at that moment, solicitude for Wickham, resentment against his enemies, and everything else, gave way before the hope of Jane’s being in the fairest way for happiness.
ElizabethI want to know what you have learnt about Mr. Wickham.
Said she, with a countenance no less smiling than her sister’s.
ElizabethBut perhaps you have been too pleasantly engaged to think of any third person, in which case you may be sure of my pardon.
JaneNo.
JaneI have not forgotten him;