From what it could arise, and where it would end, were considerations of equal perplexity and alarm.

The manner in which it was done so grossly uncivil, hurrying her away without any reference to her own convenience, or allowing her even the appearance of choice as to the time or mode of her travelling; of two days, the earliest fixed on, and of that almost the earliest hour, as if resolved to have her gone before he was stirring in the morning, that he might not be obliged even to see her.

What could all this mean but an intentional affront?
By some means or other she must have had the misfortune to offend him.

Eleanor had wished to spare her from so painful a notion, but Catherine could not believe it possible that any injury or any misfortune could provoke such ill will against a person not connected, or, at least, not supposed to be connected with it.
Heavily passed the night.

Sleep, or repose that deserved the name of sleep, was out of the question.