And he had spoken in such terms of Elizabeth as to leave Georgiana without the power of finding her otherwise than lovely and amiable.

When Darcy returned to the saloon, Miss Bingley could not help repeating to him some part of what she had been saying to his sister.
"How very ill Miss Eliza Bennet looks this morning, Mr.Darcy," she cried; "I never in my life saw anyone so much altered as she is since the winter.

She is grown so brown and coarse! Louisa and I were agreeing that we should not have known her again." However little Mr.Darcy might have liked such an address, he contented himself with coolly replying that he perceived no other alteration than her being rather tanned, no miraculous consequence of travelling in the summer.
"For my own part," she rejoined, "I must confess that I never could see any beauty in her.

Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and her features are not at all handsome.

Her nose wants character--there is nothing marked in its lines.