As a daughter, she hoped she was not without a heart.
She hoped no one could have said to her, "How could you be so unfeeling to your father ?--I must, I will tell you truths while I can." Miss Bates should never again--no, never! If attention, in future, could do away the past, she might hope to be forgiven.

She had been often remiss, her conscience told her so; remiss, perhaps, more in thought than fact; scornful, ungracious.

But it should be so no more.

In the warmth of true contrition, she would call upon her the very next morning, and it should be the beginning, on her side, of a regular, equal, kindly intercourse.
She was just as determined when the morrow came, and went early, that nothing might prevent her.

It was not unlikely, she thought, that she might see Mr.Knightley in her way; or, perhaps, he might come in while she were paying her visit.