I was reading this and felt something was not right:

It was ages since she had had a moment's conversation with her dearest Catherine; and, though she had such thousands of things to say to her, it appeared as if they were never to be together again; so, with sniffles of most exquisite misery, and the laughing eye of utter despondency, she bade her friend adieu and went on. [Chapter 9, Collector's Library]

So I checked another edition, it was:

...with smiles of most exquisite misery,... [Chapter 9, Penguin Classics]

LOL!