If Louisa recovered, it would all be well again. More than former happiness would be restored. There could not be a doubt, to her mind there was none, of what would follow her recovery. A few months hence and the room now so deserted, occupied but by her silent, pensive self, might be filled again with all that was happy and gay, all that was glowing and bright in prosperous love, all that was most unlike Anne Elliot!
This paragraph really struck me on this reading. To think that this is how Anne thinks of herself was heartbreaking. It's almost like she doesn't believe she has the right to be happy again. I don't think the others at Uppercross would describe her this way, so why does Anne?