nce of goodness,some distinguished trait of integrity or benevolence,that might rescue him from the attacks of Mr.Darcy;or at least,by the predominance of virtue, atone for those casual errors under which she would endeavour to class what Mr.Darcy had described as the idleness and vice of many years' continuance.But no such recollection befriended her. She could see him instantly before her,in every charm of air and address;but she could remember no more substantial good than the general approbation of the neighbourhood, and the regard which his social powers had gained him in the mess.After pausing on this point a considerable while, she once more continued to read. But, alas! the story which followed, of his designs on Miss Darcy, received some confirmation from what had passed between Colonel Fitzwilliam and herself only the morning before;and at last she was referred for the truth of every particular to Colonel Fitzwilliam himself―from whom she had previously received the information of his near concern in all his cousin's affairs, and whose character she had no reason to question. At one time she had almost resolved on applying to him,but the idea was checked by the awkwardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the conviction that Mr.Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal,if he had not been well assured of his cousin's corroboration.