Her mother only scolded her for being nonsensical.
"What is Mr.Darcy to me, pray, that I should be afraid of him?
I am sure we owe him no such particular civility as to be obliged to say nothing _he_ may not like to hear." "For heaven's sake, madam, speak lower.

What advantage can it be for you to offend Mr.Darcy?
You will never recommend yourself to his friend by so doing!" Nothing that she could say, however, had any influence.

Her mother would talk of her views in the same intelligible tone.

Elizabeth blushed and blushed again with shame and vexation.

She could not help frequently glancing her eye at Mr.Darcy, though every glance convinced her of what she dreaded; for though he was not always looking at her mother, she was convinced that his attention was invariably fixed by her.