Elizabeth.
This feeling does you honour. But what can have induced Mr. Darcy to behave so cruelly?
Wickham.
I must attribute it in some measure to his jealousy. His father's uncommon attachment to me irritated him, but the fact is, Miss Elizabeth, as you can see, we are very different men, and he hates me.
Elizabeth.
His disposition must be dreadful.
Wickham.
I will not trust myself on that subject.
Elizabeth.
To treat in such a manner the godson—the friend—the favourite of his father! How abominable!