Sublime

I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

elder brother of Isabella’s husband.

huswifes

Behind her mild, compliant demeanour, she was entirely self-contained. Nothing Mr. Collins said or did touched her; her feelings were locked up and battened down, in every way inaccessible to her husband. As Mary stole a glance at Mr. Collins’s bleak, resigned expression, she realised that he knew this; and that the unhappiness she sensed in him

rebarbative

He had a son and a nominal daughter, it

No one ever gave her flowers, she realized. At least