Elizabeth, relieved by Georgiana’s expressions of her own good sense and unwavering belief in the kindness of others, considered that her sister was probably correct in all but her conviction that the Comte would no longer be in love. She not dare voice her secret half-hope that Miss Darcy might, upon meeting again with the gallant and amiable Comte, re-examine her heart and find a place in it for that gentleman. Elizabeth reflected that her own esteem and love for the man who was become her husband had been the product of a twelve-month’s revelation of Mr. Darcy’s character and history. However, in the present case, there was no misconstruction of character or prejudice to require such an interval necessary for the rectification of an hasty and erroneous judgement. There was no indication that the Comte’s honour, family, or disposition had any blemish to impede happiness in marriage. On the other hand, mused Elizabeth, if they had all misunderstood the Comte’s character, and consequently found themselves similarly deceived, then the effect of their error would be a most happy one indeed, preserving a most beloved sister from certain misery and the pain of separation from all her friends and family. On balance, however, Elizabeth was content to rely on her husband’s excellent judgement and the hope that Georgiana might, in time, alter her opinion; in this case—as it very nearly always did—his impeccable understanding exactly coincided with her own.