Tolerance.

How my sister manages to tolerate people in such a polite manner completely escapes me. Mr. Darcy becomes an even more disagreeable person every time I meet him, and tonight was no exception. We had all been dining yet again with Lady Catherine when I was asked by her to play the piano. Having no objections I sat down to play with these actions being met by a look of intense shame upon Mr. Darcy's face. The man barely knows me and has hardly heard me play enough to have formed any opinion on my musical talents, yet he feels as though he has the right to judge me so openly and so harshly. I truly wish that I had Jane with me at this time, her tolerance for others has a huge calming effect on me and never fails to cheer me up when I am in such a mood. I do miss her, and the rest of my family, quite terribly, and look forward to seeing them soon.

Elizabeth Bennet