But the fact is, that we are very different sort of men, and that he hates me." "This is quite shocking! He deserves to be publicly disgraced." "Some time or other he _will_ be--but it shall not be by _me_.

Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose _him_." Elizabeth honoured him for such feelings, and thought him handsomer than ever as he expressed them.
"But what," said she, after a pause, "can have been his motive?
What can have induced him to behave so cruelly ?" "A thorough, determined dislike of me--a dislike which I cannot but attribute in some measure to jealousy.

Had the late Mr.Darcy liked me less, his son might have borne with me better; but his father's uncommon attachment to me irritated him, I believe, very early in life.

He had not a temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood--the sort of preference which was often given me." "I had not thought Mr.Darcy so bad as this--though I have never liked him.

I had not thought so very ill of him.