, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was
herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be
pretty; he had looked at her without admiration at the
ball; and when they next met, he looked at her only to
criticise. But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and
his friends that she hardly had a good feature in her face,
than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly
intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To
this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying.
Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one
failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to
acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing; and in
spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of
the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy
playfulness.