 his lips.«
    »Are you quite sure, Ma'am? - is not there a little mistake?« said Jane. -
»I certainly saw Mr. Darcy speaking to her.«
    »Aye - because she asked him at last how he liked Netherfield, and he could
not help answering her; - but she said he seemed very angry at being spoke to.«
    »Miss Bingley told me,« said Jane, »that he never speaks much unless among
his intimate acquaintance. With them he is remarkably agreeable.«
    »I do not believe a word of it, my dear. If he had been so very agreeable he
would have talked to Mrs. Long. But I can guess how it was; every body says that
he is ate up with pride, and I dare say he had heard somehow that Mrs. Long does
not keep a carriage, and had come to the ball in a hack chaise.«
    »I do not mind his not talking to Mrs. Long,« said Miss Lucas, »but I wish
he had danced with Eliza.«
    »Another time, Lizzy,« said her mother, »I would not dance with him, if I
were you.«
    »I believe, Ma'am, I may safely promise you never to dance with him.«
    »His pride,« said Miss Lucas, »does not offend me so much as pride often
does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a
young man, with family, fortune, every thing in his favour, should think highly
of himself. If I may so express it, he has a right to be proud.«
    »That is very true,« replied Elizabeth, »and I could easily forgive his
pride, if he had not mortified mine.«
    »Pride,« observed Mary, who piqued herself upon the solidity of her
reflections, »is a very common failing I believe. By all that I have ever read,
I am convinced that it is very common indeed, that human nature is particularly
prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of
self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary.
Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used
synonimously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to
our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.«
    »If I were as rich as Mr. Darcy,« cried a
