"How despicably have I acted!" she cried."I, who have prided myself on my discernment!" - Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance I have courted prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were concerned..."(ch. 36)So far I understand her emotions quite easily, but then in ch. 40, talking to Jane about Mr. Darcy: "Oh!no, my regret and compassion are all done away by seeing you so full of both. I know you will do him such ample justice that I am growing every moment more unconcerned and indifferent. Your profusion makes me saving; and if you lament over him much longer, my heart will be as light as a feather."