Chapter 60.
Elizabeth's spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr.
Darcy to account for his having ever fallen in love with her.

"How could you begin ?" said she.

"I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place ?" "I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation.

It is too long ago.

I was in the middle before I knew that I _had_ begun." "My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners--my behaviour to _you_ was at least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never spoke to you without rather wishing to give you pain than not.