e time dreaded to be just, from the pain of obligation, were proved beyond their greatest extent to be true!He had followed them purposely to town,he had taken on himself all the trouble and mortification attendant on such a research;in which supplication had been necessary to a woman whom he must abominate and despise,and where he was reduced to meet,frequently meet,reason with,persuade,and finally bribe, the man whom he always most wished to avoid,and whose very name it was punishment to him to pronounce.He had done all this for a girl whom he could neither regard nor esteem. Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her.But it was a hope shortly checked by other considerations, and she soon felt that even her vanity was insufficient,when required to depend on his affection for her―for a woman who had already refused him―as able to overcome a sentiment so natural as abhorrence against relationship with Wickham. Brother-in-law of Wickham! Every kind of pride must revolt from the connection.He had,to be sure, done much. She was ashamed to think how much. But he had given a reason for his interference,which asked no extraordinary stretch of belief. It was reasonable that he should feel he had been wrong;he had liberality,and he had the means of exercising it; and though she would not place herself as his principal inducement,she could,perhaps,believe that remaining partiality for her might assist his endeavours in a cause where her peace of mind must be materially concerned. It was painful, exceedingly painful,to know that they were under obligations to a person who could never receive a return.They owed the restoration of Lydia, her character,every thing,to him.Oh!how heartily did she grieve over every ungracious sensation she had ever encouraged,every saucy speech she had ever directed towards him.For herself she was humbled; but she was proud of him. Proud that in a cause of compassion and honour, he had been able to get the better of himself.She read over her aunt's commendation of him again and again.It was hardly enough;but it pleased her.She was even sensible of some pleasure,though mixed with regret,on finding how steadfastly both she and her uncle had been persuaded that affection and confidence subsisted between Mr.Darcy and herself. She was roused from her seat,and her reflections,by some one's approach;and before she could strike into another path,she was overtaken by Wickham.