"He must wish her good night; he was going; he should get home as fast as he could." "Is not this song worth staying for ?" said Anne, suddenly struck by an idea which made her yet more anxious to be encouraging.
"No!" he replied impressively, "there is nothing worth my staying for;" and he was gone directly.
Jealousy of Mr Elliot! It was the only intelligible motive.

Captain Wentworth jealous of her affection! Could she have believed it a week ago; three hours ago! For a moment the gratification was exquisite.
But, alas! there were very different thoughts to succeed.

How was such jealousy to be quieted?
How was the truth to reach him?
How, in all the peculiar disadvantages of their respective situations, would he ever learn of her real sentiments?
It was misery to think of Mr Elliot's attentions.

Their evil was incalculable..