Time and again JA depicts incidents which give me a jolt of recognition, and demonstrate that though Regency society and culture were very different from our own, people are very much the same as they always were. There's a nice example in ch.25:

, Henry Crawford had been obliged to give up, and make the best of his way back. “I told you I lost my way after passing that old farmhouse with the yew–trees, because I can never bear to ask; but I have not told you that, with my usual luck—for I never do wrong without gaining by it—I found myself in due time in the very place which I had a curiosity to see. ....... I found myself, in short, in Thornton Lacey.”
“It sounds like it,” said Edmund; “but which way did you turn after passing Sewell’s farm?”
“I answer no such irrelevant and insidious questions; though were I to answer all that you could put in the course of an hour, you would never be able to prove that it was not Thornton Lacey—for such it certainly was.”
“You inquired, then?”
“No, I never inquire. But I told a man mending a hedge that it was Thornton Lacey, and he agreed to it.”

Typical male! Snort!

I have met more than a few men over the years who seem to think that asking for directions is a mortal affront to their masculinity. Thankfully, not all men are afflicted by such stupidity.

Has anyone else come across incidents in the novel so far which give them a similar jolt of recognition?