"I believe that nobody feels the loss of friends so much as I do. But I'm particularly attached to these young men, and know them to be so much attached to me! - They were excessively sorry to go! But so they always are. The dear colonel rallied his spirits tolerably till just at last; but Darcy seemed to feel it most acutely, more, I think, than last year. His attachments to Rosings certainly increases." -- Lady Catherine
How am I simultaneously amused by Lady Catherine's self importance and heart hurt for Darcy in the same paragraph? And when, exactly, did I start to feel tenderness for Mr. Darcy?
Ugh, that little line, so much ache! :*(