Elizabeth blushed and blushed again with shame and vexation. She could not help frequently glancing her eye at Mr. Darcy, though every glance convinced her of what she dreaded; for though he was not always looking at her mother, she was convinced that his attention was invariably fixed by her.
Rouge de honte et de contrariété, Elizabeth ne pouvait s’empecher de regarder constamment dans la direction de Mr. Darcy et chaque coup d’oil la confirmait dans ses craintes.