It was painful, exceedingly painful, to know that they were under obligations to a person who could never receive a return. They owed the restoration of Lydia, her character, every thing, to him. Oh! how heartily did she grieve over every ungracious sensation she had ever encouraged, every saucy speech she had ever directed towards him. For herself she was humbled; but she was proud of him. Proud that in a cause of compassion and honour, he had been able to get the better of himself. She read over her aunt's commendation of him again and again. It was hardly enough; but it pleased her. She was even sensible of some pleasure, though mixed with regret, on finding how steadfastly both she and her uncle had been persuaded that affection and confidence subsisted between Mr. Darcy and herself.
一想起这样一个人对她们情意隆重,而她们却无法报答他,这真是痛苦,说不尽的痛苦。丽迪雅能够回来,能够保全了人格,这一切都得归功于他。她一想起自己以前竟会那样厌恶他,竟会对他那样出言唐突,真是万分伤心!她不胜自愧,同时又为他感到骄傲。骄傲的是,他竟会一本同情之心,崇尚义气,委曲求全。于是她把舅母信上恭维他的那段话读了又读,只觉还嫌说得不够,可是也足以叫她十分高兴。她发觉舅父母都断定她跟达西先生感情深切,推心置腹。她虽然不免因此而感到几分懊恼,却也颇为得意。