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The next morning,as she was going downstairs,she was met by her father,who came out of his library with a letter in his hand.

The colour now rushed into Elizabeth's cheeks in the instantaneous conviction of its being a letter from the nephew,instead of the aunt;and she was undetermined whether most to be pleased that he explained himself at all, or offended that his letter was not rather addressed to herself;when her father continued:

“Lizzy,”said he,“I was going to look for you; come into my room.”

In revolving Lady Catherine's expressions,however,she could not help feeling some uneasiness as to the possible consequence of her persisting in this interference.From what she had said of her resolution to prevent their marriage,it occurred to Elizabeth that she must meditate an application to her nephew; and how he might take a similar representation of the evils attached to a connection with her, she dared not pronounce. She knew not the exact degree of his affection for his aunt,or his dependence on her judgment,but it was natural to suppose that he thought much higher of her ladyship than she could do;and it was certain that,in enumerating the miseries of a marriage with one,whose immediate connections were so unequal to his own, his aunt would address him on his weakest side. With his notions of dignity, he would probably feel that the arguments, which to Elizabeth had appeared weak and ridiculous, contained much good sense and solid reasoning.