"Lady Russell had only to listen composedly, and wish them happy, but internally her heart revelled in angry pleasure, in pleased contempt, that the man who at twenty-three had seemed to understand somewhat of the value of an Anne Elliot, should, eight years afterwards, be charmed by a Louisa Musgrove." (ch. 13)

I love these phrases - "pleased contempt" and "angry pleasure." They're so evocative, aren't they? They sounds like opposites, almost oxymorons, but don’t you know exactly how she feels? That "I told you so" feeling of self-righteousness and self-congratulations. It's such a treat reading how Austen uses the language. ;-)