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“From Mr.Collins!and what can he have to say?”

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:

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 discomposure of spirits which this extraordinary visit threw Elizabeth into, could not be easily overcome; nor could she,for many hours,learn to think of it less than incessantly.Lady Catherine, it appeared, had actually taken the trouble of this journey from Rosings, for the sole purpose of breaking off her supposed engagement with Mr.Darcy.It was a rational scheme, to be sure!but from what the report of their engagement could originate,Elizabeth was at a loss to imagine;till she recollected that his being the intimate friend of Bingley, and her being the sister of Jane,was enough,at a time when the expectation of one wedding made everybody eager for another, to supply the idea. She had not herself forgotten to feel that the marriage of her sister must bring them more frequently together.And her neighbours at Lucas Lodge,therefore(for through their communication with the Collinses,the report,she concluded,had reached Lady Catherine), had only set that down as almost certain and immediate,which she had looked forward to as possible at some future time.