I pity, though I cannot help blaming her.

She was very wrong in singling me out as she did; I can safely say that every advance to intimacy began on her side.

But I pity her, because she must feel that she has been acting wrong, and because I am very sure that anxiety for her brother is the cause of it.

I need not explain myself farther; and though _we_ know this anxiety to be quite needless, yet if she feels it, it will easily account for her behaviour to me; and so deservedly dear as he is to his sister, whatever anxiety she must feel on his behalf is natural and amiable.

I cannot but wonder, however, at her having any such fears now, because, if he had at all cared about me, we must have met, long ago.
He knows of my being in town, I am certain, from something she said herself; and yet it would seem, by her manner of talking, as if she wanted to persuade herself that he is really partial to Miss Darcy.