Her heart did whisper that he had done it for her. But it was a hope shortly checked by other considerations, and she soon felt that even her vanity was insufficient, when required to depend on his affection for her— for a woman who had already refused him— as able to overcome a sentiment so natural as abhorrence against relationship with Wickham. Brother-in-law of Wickham! Every kind of pride must revolt from the connection. He had, to be sure, done much. She was ashamed to think how much. But he had given a reason for his interference, which asked no extraordinary stretch of belief. It was reasonablethat he should feel he had been wrong; he had liberality, and he had the means of exercising it; and though she would not place herself as his principal inducement, she could, perhaps, believe that remaining partiality for her might assist his endeavours in a cause where her peace of mind must be materially concerned. It was painful, exceedingly painful, to know that they were under obligations to a person who could never receive a return.

This is to me something like the best part of the book. Lizzie, in love at least, is in despair. Well, this is no surprising at all, she's almost sure Darcy will never look at her anymore, since of what happened between her sister and The Bad Guy of the plot. However, all good things must come to and end, and they will have their happy ending and live happily ever after. Jane Austen was everything but a scary tragic spinster, don't you think ?