Chapter 18

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌⁠Till Elizabeth entered the drawing-room at Netherfield, and looked in vain for Mr. Wickham among the cluster of red coats there assembled, a doubt of his being present had never occurred to her. The certainty of meeting him had not been checked by any of those recollections that might not unreasonably have alarmed her. She had dressed with more than usual care, and prepared in the highest spirits