Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her mother attended her to the door with many cheerful prognostics of a bad day.
The sisters, on hearing this, repeated three or four times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was to have a bad cold, and how excessively they disliked being ill themselves; and then thought no more of the matter: and their indifference towards Jane when not immediately before them restored Elizabeth to the enjoyment of all her former dislike.
Her manners were pronounced to be very bad indeed, a mixture of pride and impertinence; she had no conversation, no style, no beauty.
“I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this—though I have never liked him.
That his two sisters and Mr. Darcy, however, should have such an opportunity of ridiculing her relations, was bad enough, and she could not determine whether the silent contempt of the gentleman, or the insolent smiles of the ladies, were more intolerable.
Thoughtless and indiscreet I can easily believe him, but this step (and let us rejoice over it) marks nothing bad at heart.
Dearest Lizzy, I hardly know what I would write, but I have bad news for you, and it cannot be delayed.
Through letters, whatever of good or bad was to be told would be communicated, and every succeeding day was expected to bring some news of importance.
Poor Lydia’s situation must, at best, be bad enough; but that it was no worse, she had need to be thankful.
“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one’s friends.