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I
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a
good fortune, must be in want of a wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his
first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the
surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some
one or other of their daughters.
“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that
Netherfield Park is let at last?”
Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.
“But it is,” returned she; “for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told
me all about it.”
Mr. Bennet made no answer.
“Do not you want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife impatiently.
“You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”
This was invitation enough.
“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken
by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came
down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much
delighted with it that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to
take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the
house by the end of next week.”
“What is his name?”
“Bingley.”
“Is he married or single?”
“Oh! single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five
thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”
“How so? how can it affect them?”
“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “how can you be so tiresome! You
must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”
“Is that his design in settling here?”
“Design! nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that he may
fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as
he comes.”
“I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send
them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as
handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley might like you the best of the party.”
“My dear, you flatter me. I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do
not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five
grown up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”
“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”
“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes
into the neighbourhood.”
“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”
“But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would
be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely
on that account, for in general you know they visit no newcomers. Indeed
you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him, if you do not.”
“You are over scrupulous surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to
see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty
consent to his marrying which ever he chooses of the girls; though I must
throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”
“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the
others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good
humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving her the preference.”
“They have none of them much to recommend them,” replied he; “they are
all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of
quickness than her sisters.”
“Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You
take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves.”
“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are
my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these
twenty years at least.”
“Ah! you do not know what I suffer.”
“But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four
thousand a year come into the neighbourhood.”
“It will be no use to us, if twenty such should come since you will not
visit them.”
“Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit
them all.”
Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour,
reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three and twenty years had been
insufficient to make his wife understand his character. Her mind was less
difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little
information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented she fancied
herself nervous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married;
its solace was visiting and news.
II
Mr. Bennet was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bingley. He
had always intended to visit him, though to the last always assuring his wife
that he should not go; and till the evening after the visit was paid, she had
no knowledge of it. It was then disclosed in the following manner. Observing
his second daughter employed in trimming a hat, he suddenly addressed
her with:
“I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzy.”
“We are not in a way to know what Mr. Bingley likes,” said her mother
resentfully, “since we are not to visit.”
“But you forget, mama,” said Elizabeth, “that we shall meet him at the
assemblies, and that Mrs. Long has promised to introduce him.”
“I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. She has two nieces of
her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her.”
“No more have I,” said Mr. Bennet; “and I am glad to find that you do not
depend on her serving you.”
Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply; but unable to contain herself,
began scolding one of her daughters.
“Don’t keep coughing so, Kitty, for heaven’s sake! Have a little compassion
on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”
“Kitty has no discretion in her coughs,” said her father; “she times
them ill.”
“I do not cough for my own amusement,” replied Kitty fretfully.
“When is your next ball to be, Lizzy?”
“Tomorrow fortnight.”
“Aye, so it is,” cried her mother, “and Mrs. Long does not come back till
the day before; so, it will be impossible for her to introduce him, for she will
not know him herself.”
“Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce
Mr. Bingley to her.”
“Impossible, Mr. Bennet, impossible, when I am not acquainted with him
myself; how can you be so teasing?”
“I honour your circumspection. A fortnight’s acquaintance is certainly
very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.
But if we do not venture, somebody else will; and after all, Mrs. Long and
her nieces must stand their chance; and therefore, as she will think it an act
of kindness, if you decline the office, I will take it on myself.”
The girls stared at their father. Mrs. Bennet said only,
“Nonsense, nonsense!”
“What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?” cried he. “Do
you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them,
as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you there. What say you, Mary? for
you are a young lady of deep reflection I know, and read great books, and
make extracts.”
Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.
“While Mary is adjusting her ideas,” he continued, “let us return
to Mr. Bingley.”
“I am sick of Mr. Bingley,” cried his wife.
“I am sorry to hear that; but why did not you tell me so before? If I had
known as much this morning, I certainly would not have called on him. It is
very unlucky; but as I have actually paid the visit, we cannot escape the
acquaintance now.”
The astonishment of the ladies was just what he wished; that of
Mrs. Bennet perhaps surpassing the rest; though when the first tumult of
joy was over, she began to declare that it was what she had expected all
the while.
“How good it was in you, my dear Mr. Bennet! But I knew I should
persuade you at last. I was sure you loved your girls too well to neglect such
an acquaintance. Well, how pleased I am! and it is such a good joke, too,
that you should have gone this morning, and never said a word about it
till now.”
“Now, Kitty, you may cough as much as you choose,” said Mr. Bennet;
and, as he spoke, he left the room, fatigued with the raptures of his wife.
“What an excellent father you have, girls,” said she, when the door was
shut. “I do not know how you will ever make him amends for his kindness;
or me either, for that matter. At our time of life, it is not so pleasant, I can
tell you, to be making new acquaintance every day; but for your sakes, we
would do anything. Lydia, my love, though you are the youngest, I dare say
Mr. Bingley will dance with you at the next ball.”
“Oh!” said Lydia stoutly, “I am not afraid; for though I am the youngest,
I’m the tallest.”
The rest of the evening was spent in conjecturing how soon he would
return Mr. Bennet’s visit, and determining when they should ask him
to dinner.
III
Not all that Mrs. Bennet, however, with the assistance of her five daughters,
could ask on the subject was sufficient to draw from her husband any
satisfactory description of Mr. Bingley. They attacked him in various ways;
with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises; but
he eluded the skill of them all; and they were at last obliged to accept the
secondhand intelligence of their neighbour Lady Lucas. Her report was
highly favourable. Sir William had been delighted with him. He was quite
young, wonderfully handsome, extremely agreeable, and to crown the whole,
he meant to be at the next assembly with a large party. Nothing could be
more delightful! To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in
love; and very lively hopes of Mr. Bingley’s heart were entertained.
“If I can but see one of my daughters happily settled at Netherfield,” said
Mrs. Bennet to her husband, “and all the others equally well married, I shall
have nothing to wish for.”
In a few days Mr. Bingley returned Mr. Bennet’s visit, and sat about ten
minutes with him in his library. He had entertained hopes of being admitted
to a sight of the young ladies, of whose beauty he had heard much; but he
saw only the father. The ladies were somewhat more fortunate, for they had
the advantage of ascertaining from an upper window, that he wore a blue
coat and rode a black horse.
An invitation to dinner was soon afterwards dispatched; and already had
Mrs. Bennet planned the courses that were to do credit to her housekeeping,
when an answer arrived which deferred it all. Mr. Bingley was obliged to be
in town the following day, and consequently unable to accept the honour of
their invitation, etc. Mrs. Bennet was quite disconcerted. She could not
imagine what business he could have in town so soon after his arrival in
Hertfordshire; and she began to fear that he might be always flying about
from one place to another, and never settled at Netherfield as he ought to
be. Lady Lucas quieted her fears a little by starting the idea of his being gone
to London only to get a large party for the ball; and a report soon followed
that Mr. Bingley was to bring twelve ladies and seven gentlemen with him to
the assembly. The girls grieved over such a number of ladies; but were
comforted the day before the ball by hearing, that instead of twelve, he had
brought only six with him from London, his five sisters and a cousin. And
when the party entered the assembly room, it consisted of only five
altogether; Mr. Bingley, his two sisters, the husband of the eldest, and
another young man.
Mr. Bingley was good looking and gentleman-like; he had a pleasant
countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women,
with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst, merely looked
the gentleman; but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room
by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien; and the report
which was in general circulation within five minutes after his entrance, of
his having ten thousand a year. The gentlemen pronounced him to be a fine
figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than
Mr. Bingley, and he was looked at with great admiration for about half the
evening, till his manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of his
popularity; for he was discovered to be proud, to be above his company, and
above being pleased; and not all his large estate in Derbyshire could then
save him from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and
being unworthy to be compared with his friend.
Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal
people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was
angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at
Netherfield. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. What a
contrast between him and his friend! Mr. Darcy danced only once with
Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any
other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room,
speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His character was decided. He
was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and everybody hoped
that he would never come there again. Amongst the most violent against
him was Mrs. Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour, was sharpened
into particular resentment, by his having slighted one of her daughters.
Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged, by the scarcity of gentlemen, to sit
down for two dances; and during part of that time, Mr. Darcy had been
standing near enough for her to overhear a conversation between him and
Mr. Bingley, who came from the dance for a few minutes, to press his friend
to join it.
“Come, Darcy,” said he, “I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing
about by yourself in this stupid manner. You had much better dance.”
“I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly
acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this, it would be
insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in
the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with.”
“I would not be so fastidious as you are,” cried Bingley, “for a
kingdom! Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls
in my life, as I have this evening; and there are several of them you see
uncommonly pretty.”
“You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room,” said
Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet.
“Oh! she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is one of
her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say,
very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.”
“Which do you mean?” and turning round, he looked for a moment at
Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said, “She is
tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at
present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.
You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are
wasting your time with me.”
Mr. Bingley followed his advice. Mr. Darcy walked off; and Elizabeth
remained with no very cordial feelings towards him. She told the story
however with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful
disposition, which delighted in anything ridiculous.
The evening altogether passed off pleasantly to the whole family.
Mrs. Bennet had seen her eldest daughter much admired by the Netherfield
party. Mr. Bingley had danced with her twice, and she had been
distinguished by his sisters. Jane was as much gratified by this, as her
mother could be, though in a quieter way. Elizabeth felt Jane’s pleasure.
Mary had heard herself mentioned to Miss Bingley as the most
accomplished girl in the neighbourhood; and Catherine and Lydia had been
fortunate enough to be never without partners, which was all that they had
yet learnt to care for at a ball. They returned therefore in good spirits to
Longbourn, the village where they lived, and of which they were the
principal inhabitants. They found Mr. Bennet still up. With a book he was
regardless of time; and on the present occasion he had a good deal of
curiosity as to the event of an evening which had raised such splendid
expectations. He had rather hoped that all his wife’s views on the stranger
would be disappointed; but he soon found that he had a very different story
to hear.
“Oh! my dear Mr. Bennet,” as she entered the room, “we have had a most
delightful evening, a most excellent ball. I wish you had been there. Jane
was so admired, nothing could be like it. Everybody said how well she
looked; and Mr. Bingley thought her quite beautiful, and danced with her
twice. Only think of that my dear; he actually danced with her twice; and she
was the only creature in the room that he asked a second time. First of all, he
asked Miss Lucas. I was so vexed to see him stand up with her; but,
however, he did not admire her at all: indeed, nobody can, you know; and he
seemed quite struck with Jane as she was going down the dance. So, he
enquired who she was, and got introduced, and asked her for the two next.
Then, the two third he danced with Miss King, and the two fourth with
Maria Lucas, and the two fifth with Jane again, and the two sixth with Lizzy,
and the Boulanger —”
“If he had had any compassion for me,” cried her husband impatiently,
“he would not have danced half so much! For God’s sake, say no more of his
partners. Oh! that he had sprained his ankle in the first dance!”
“Oh! my dear,” continued Mrs. Bennet, “I am quite delighted with him. He
is so excessively handsome! and his sisters are charming women. I never in
my life saw anything more elegant than their dresses. I dare say the lace
upon Mrs. Hurst’s gown —”
Here she was interrupted again. Mr. Bennet protested against any
description of finery. She was therefore obliged to seek another branch of
the subject, and related, with much bitterness of spirit and some
exaggeration, the shocking rudeness of Mr. Darcy.
“But I can assure you,” she added, “that Lizzy does not lose much by not
suiting his fancy; for he is a most disagreeable, horrid man, not at all worth
pleasing. So high and so conceited that there was no enduring him! He
walked here, and he walked there, fancying himself so very great! Not
handsome enough to dance with! I wish you had been there, my dear, to
have given him one of your set downs. I quite detest the man.”
IV
When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in
her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister how very much she
admired him.
“He is just what a young man ought to be,” said she, “sensible, good
humoured, lively; and I never saw such happy manners! —so much ease,
with such perfect good breeding!”
“He is also handsome,” replied Elizabeth, “which a young man ought
likewise to be, if he possibly can. His character is thereby complete.”
“I was very much flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did
not expect such a compliment.”
“Did not you? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us.
Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never. What could be
more natural than his asking you again? He could not help seeing that you
were about five times as pretty as every other woman in the room. No
thanks to his gallantry for that. Well, he certainly is very agreeable, and I
give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.”
“Dear Lizzy!”
“Oh! you are a great deal too apt you know, to like people in general. You
never see a fault in anybody. All the world are good and agreeable in your
eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in my life.”
“I would wish not to be hasty in censuring anyone; but I always speak
what I think.”
“I know you do; and it is that which makes the wonder. With your good
sense, to be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others!
Affectation of candour is common enough; —one meets it everywhere. But to
be candid without ostentation or design —to take the good of everybody’s
character and make it still better, and say nothing of the bad —belongs to you
alone. And so, you like this man’s sisters too, do you? Their manners are not
equal to his.”
“Certainly not; at first. But they are very pleasing women when you
converse with them. Miss Bingley is to live with her brother and keep his
house; and I am much mistaken if we shall not find a very charming
neighbour in her.”
Elizabeth listened in silence, but was not convinced; their behaviour at the
assembly had not been calculated to please in general; and with more
quickness of observation and less pliancy of temper than her sister, and with
a judgment too unassailed by any attention to herself, she was very little
disposed to approve them. They were in fact very fine ladies; not deficient in
good humour when they were pleased, nor in the power of being agreeable
where they chose it; but proud and conceited. They were rather handsome,
had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town, had a
fortune of twenty thousand pounds, were in the habit of spending more than
they ought, and of associating with people of rank; and were therefore in
every respect entitled to think well of themselves, and meanly of others.
They were of a respectable family in the north of England; a circumstance
more deeply impressed on their memories than that their brother’s fortune
and their own had been acquired by trade.
Mr. Bingley inherited property to the amount of nearly a hundred
thousand pounds from his father, who had intended to purchase an estate,
but did not live to do it. Mr. Bingley intended it likewise, and sometimes
made choice of his county; but as he was now provided with a good house
and the liberty of a manor, it was doubtful to many of those who best knew
the easiness of his temper, whether he might not spend the remainder of his
days at Netherfield, and leave the next generation to purchase.
His sisters were very anxious for his having an estate of his own; but
though he was now established only as a tenant, Miss Bingley was by no
means unwilling to preside at his table, nor was Mrs. Hurst, who had
married a man of more fashion than fortune, less disposed to consider his
house as her home when it suited her. Mr. Bingley had not been of age two
years, when he was tempted by an accidental recommendation to look at
Netherfield House. He did look at it and into it for half an hour, was pleased
with the situation and the principal rooms, satisfied with what the owner
said in its praise, and took it immediately.
Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite of a
great opposition of character. Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the
easiness, openness, ductility of his temper, though no disposition could offer
a greater contrast to his own, and though with his own he never appeared
dissatisfied. On the strength of Darcy’s regard Bingley had the firmest
reliance, and of his judgment the highest opinion. In understanding Darcy
was the superior. Bingley was by no means deficient, but Darcy was clever.
He was at the same time haughty, reserved, and fastidious, and his manners,
though well bred, were not inviting. In that respect his friend had greatly the
advantage. Bingley was sure of being liked wherever he appeared, Darcy was
continually giving offence.
The manner in which they spoke of the Meryton assembly was sufficiently
characteristic. Bingley had never met with pleasanter people or prettier girls
in his life; everybody had been most kind and attentive to him, there had
been no formality, no stiffness, he had soon felt acquainted with all the
room; and as to Miss Bennet, he could not conceive an angel more beautiful.
Darcy, on the contrary, had seen a collection of people in whom there was
little beauty and no fashion, for none of whom he had felt the smallest
interest, and from none received either attention or pleasure. Miss Bennet
he acknowledged to be pretty, but she smiled too much.
Mrs. Hurst and her sister allowed it to be so —but still they admired her
and liked her, and pronounced her to be a sweet girl, and one whom they
should not object to know more of. Miss Bennet was therefore established as
a sweet girl, and their brother felt authorised by such commendation to
think of her as he chose.
V
Within a short walk of Longbourn lived a family with whom the Bennets
were particularly intimate. Sir William Lucas had been formerly in trade in
Meryton, where he had made a tolerable fortune and risen to the honour of
knighthood by an address to the King, during his mayoralty. The distinction
had perhaps been felt too strongly. It had given him a disgust to his business
and to his residence in a small market town; and quitting them both, he had
removed with his family to a house about a mile from Meryton,
denominated from that period Lucas Lodge, where he could think with
pleasure of his own importance, and unshackled by business, occupy himself
solely in being civil to all the world. For though elated by his rank, it did not
render him supercilious; on the contrary, he was all attention to everybody.
By nature inoffensive, friendly and obliging, his presentation at St. James’s
had made him courteous.
Lady Lucas was a very good kind of woman, not too clever to be a valuable
neighbour to Mrs. Bennet. They had several children. The eldest of them, a
sensible, intelligent young woman, about twenty-seven, was Elizabeth’s
intimate friend.
That the Miss Lucases and the Miss Bennets should meet to talk over a
ball was absolutely necessary; and the morning after the assembly brought
the former to Longbourn to hear and to communicate.
“You began the evening well, Charlotte,” said Mrs. Bennet with civil self-
command to Miss Lucas. “You were Mr. Bingley’s first choice.”
“Yes; —but he seemed to like his second better.”
“Oh! —you mean Jane, I suppose —because he danced with her twice.
To be sure that did seem as if he admired her —indeed I rather believe he
did —I heard something about it —but I hardly know what —something
about Mr. Robinson.”
“Perhaps you mean what I overheard between him and Mr. Robinson; did
not I mention it to you? Mr. Robinson’s asking him how he liked our
Meryton assemblies, and whether he did not think there were a great many
pretty women in the room, and which he thought the prettiest? and his
answering immediately to the last question —Oh! the eldest Miss Bennet
beyond a doubt, there cannot be two opinions on that point.”
“Upon my word! —Well, that was very decided indeed —that does seem as
if —but however, it may all come to nothing you know.”
“My overhearings were more to the purpose than yours, Eliza,” said
Charlotte. “Mr. Darcy is not so well worth listening to as his friend, is he? —
Poor Eliza! —to be only just tolerable.”
“I beg you would not put it into Lizzy’s head to be vexed by his ill-
treatment; for he is such a disagreeable man that it would be quite a
misfortune to be liked by him. Mrs. Long told me last night that he sat close
to her for half an hour without once opening his lips.”
“Are you quite sure, Ma’am? —is not there a little mistake?” said Jane. “I
certainly saw Mr. Darcy speaking to her.”
“Aye —because she asked him at last how he liked Netherfield, and he
could not help answering her; —but she said he seemed very angry at being
spoke to.”
“Miss Bingley told me,” said Jane, “that he never speaks much unless
among his intimate acquaintance. With them he is remarkably agreeable.”
“I do not believe a word of it, my dear. If he had been so very agreeable he
would have talked to Mrs. Long. But I can guess how it was; everybody
says that he is ate up with pride, and I dare say he had heard somehow
that Mrs. Long does not keep a carriage, and had come to the ball in a
hack chaise.”
“I do not mind his not talking to Mrs. Long,” said Miss Lucas, “but I wish
he had danced with Eliza.”
“Another time, Lizzy,” said her mother, “I would not dance with him, if I
were you.”
“I believe, Ma’am, I may safely promise you never to dance with him.”
“His pride,” said Miss Lucas, “does not offend me so much as pride often
does, because there is an excuse for it. One cannot wonder that so very fine a
young man, with family, fortune, everything in his favour, should think
highly of himself. If I may so express it, he has a right to be proud.”
“That is very true,” replied Elizabeth, “and I could easily forgive his pride,
if he had not mortified mine.”
“Pride,” observed Mary, who piqued herself upon the solidity of her
reflections, “is a very common failing I believe. By all that I have ever read, I
am convinced that it is very common indeed, that human nature is
particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish
a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or
imaginary. Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often
used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride
relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have
others think of us.”
“If I were as rich as Mr. Darcy,” cried a young Lucas who came with his
sisters, “I should not care how proud I was. I would keep a pack of
foxhounds, and drink a bottle of wine every day.”
“Then you would drink a great deal more than you ought,” said
Mrs. Bennet; “and if I were to see you at it I should take away your
bottle directly.”
The boy protested that she should not; she continued to declare that she
would, and the argument ended only with the visit.
VI
The ladies of Longbourn soon waited on those of Netherfield. The visit was
returned in due form. Miss Bennet’s pleasing manners grew on the good will
of Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley; and though the mother was found to be
intolerable and the younger sisters not worth speaking to, a wish of being
better acquainted with them, was expressed towards the two eldest. By Jane
this attention was received with the greatest pleasure; but Elizabeth still saw
superciliousness in their treatment of everybody, hardly excepting even her
sister, and could not like them; though their kindness to Jane, such as it
was, had a value as arising in all probability from the influence of their
brother’s admiration. It was generally evident whenever they met, that he
did admire her; and to her it was equally evident that Jane was yielding to
the preference which she had begun to entertain for him from the first, and
was in a way to be very much in love; but she considered with pleasure that
it was not likely to be discovered by the world in general, since Jane united
with great strength of feeling, a composure of temper and a uniform
cheerfulness of manner, which would guard her from the suspicions of the
impertinent. She mentioned this to her friend Miss Lucas.
“It may perhaps be pleasant,” replied Charlotte, “to be able to impose on
the public in such a case; but it is sometimes a disadvantage to be so very
guarded. If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the
object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; and it will then be
but poor consolation to believe the world equally in the dark. There is so
much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to
leave any to itself. We can all begin freely —a slight preference is natural
enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in
love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better
show more affection than she feels. Bingley likes your sister undoubtedly;
but he may never do more than like her, if she does not help him on.”
“But she does help him on, as much as her nature will allow. If I can
perceive her regard for him, he must be a simpleton indeed not to discover
it too.”
“Remember, Eliza, that he does not know Jane’s disposition as you do.”
“But if a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it,
he must find it out.”
“Perhaps he must, if he sees enough of her. But though Bingley and Jane
meet tolerably often, it is never for many hours together; and as they always
see each other in large mixed parties, it is impossible that every moment
should be employed in conversing together. Jane should therefore make
the most of every half hour in which she can command his attention. When
she is secure of him, there will be leisure for falling in love as much as
she chooses.”
“Your plan is a good one,” replied Elizabeth, “where nothing is in question
but the desire of being well married; and if I were determined to get a rich
husband, or any husband, I dare say I should adopt it. But these are not
Jane’s feelings; she is not acting by design. As yet, she cannot even be
certain of the degree of her own regard, nor of its reasonableness. She has
known him only a fortnight. She danced four dances with him at Meryton;
she saw him one morning at his own house, and has since dined in company
with him four times. This is not quite enough to make her understand
his character.”
“Not as you represent it. Had she merely dined with him, she might only
have discovered whether he had a good appetite; but you must remember
that four evenings have been also spent together —and four evenings may do
a great deal.”
“Yes; these four evenings have enabled them to ascertain that they both
like Vingt-un better than Commerce; but with respect to any other leading
characteristic, I do not imagine that much has been unfolded.”
“Well,” said Charlotte, “I wish Jane success with all my heart; and if she
were married to him tomorrow, I should think she had as good a chance of
happiness, as if she were to be studying his character for a twelvemonth.
Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of
the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar
beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always
continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of
vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the
person with whom you are to pass your life.”
“You make me laugh, Charlotte; but it is not sound. You know it is not
sound, and that you would never act in this way yourself.”
Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley’s attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was
far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest
in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be
pretty; he had looked at her without admiration at the ball; and when they
next met, he looked at her only to criticise. But no sooner had he made it
clear to himself and his friends that she had hardly a good feature in her
face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the
beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To this discovery succeeded some
others equally mortifying. Though he had detected with a critical eye more
than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to
acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing; and in spite of his asserting
that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by
their easy playfulness. Of this she was perfectly unaware; —to her he was
only the man who made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not
thought her handsome enough to dance with.
He began to wish to know more of her, and as a step towards conversing
with her himself, attended to her conversation with others. His doing
so drew her notice. It was at Sir William Lucas’s, where a large party
were assembled.
“What does Mr. Darcy mean,” said she to Charlotte, “by listening to my
conversation with Colonel Forster?”
“That is a question which Mr. Darcy only can answer.”
“But if he does it any more I shall certainly let him know that I see what he
is about. He has a very satirical eye, and if I do not begin by being
impertinent myself, I shall soon grow afraid of him.”
On his approaching them soon afterwards, though without seeming to
have any intention of speaking, Miss Lucas defied her friend to mention
such a subject to him, which immediately provoking Elizabeth to do it, she
turned to him and said —
“Did not you think, Mr. Darcy, that I expressed myself uncommonly well
just now, when I was teasing Colonel Forster to give us a ball at Meryton?”
“With great energy; —but it is a subject which always makes a
lady energetic.”
“You are severe on us.”
“It will be her turn soon to be teased,” said Miss Lucas. “I am going to
open the instrument, Eliza, and you know what follows.”
“You are a very strange creature by way of a friend! —always wanting me
to play and sing before anybody and everybody! —If my vanity had taken a
musical turn, you would have been invaluable, but as it is, I would really
rather not sit down before those who must be in the habit of hearing the
very best performers.” On Miss Lucas’s persevering, however, she added,
“Very well; if it must be so, it must.” And gravely glancing at Mr. Darcy,
“There is a fine old saying, which everybody here is of course familiar
with —‘Keep your breath to cool your porridge,’ —and I shall keep mine to
swell my song.”
Her performance was pleasing, though by no means capital. After a song
or two, and before she could reply to the entreaties of several that she would
sing again, she was eagerly succeeded at the instrument by her sister Mary,
who having, in consequence of being the only plain one in the family,
worked hard for knowledge and accomplishments, was always impatient
for display.
Mary had neither genius nor taste; and though vanity had given her
application, it had given her likewise a pedantic air and conceited manner,
which would have injured a higher degree of excellence than she had
reached. Elizabeth, easy and unaffected, had been listened to with much
more pleasure, though not playing half so well; and Mary, at the end of a
long concerto, was glad to purchase praise and gratitude by Scotch and Irish
airs, at the request of her younger sisters, who with some of the Lucases and
two or three officers joined eagerly in dancing at one end of the room.
Mr. Darcy stood near them in silent indignation at such a mode of passing
the evening, to the exclusion of all conversation, and was too much
engrossed by his own thoughts to perceive that Sir William Lucas was his
neighbour, till Sir William thus began.
“What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! —There
is nothing like dancing after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements
of polished societies.”
“Certainly, Sir; —and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst
the less polished societies of the world. Every savage can dance.”
Sir William only smiled. “Your friend performs delightfully;” he continued
after a pause, on seeing Bingley join the group; —“and I doubt not that you
are an adept in the science yourself, Mr. Darcy.”
“You saw me dance at Meryton, I believe, Sir.”
“Yes, indeed, and received no inconsiderable pleasure from the sight. Do
you often dance at St. James’s?”
“Never, sir.”
“Do you not think it would be a proper compliment to the place?”
“It is a compliment which I never pay to any place if I can avoid it.”
“You have a house in town, I conclude?”
Mr. Darcy bowed.
“I had once some thoughts of fixing in town myself —for I am fond of
superior society; but I did not feel quite certain that the air of London would
agree with Lady Lucas.”
He paused in hopes of an answer; but his companion was not disposed to
make any; and Elizabeth at that instant moving towards them, he was struck
with the notion of doing a very gallant thing, and called out to her —
“My dear Miss Eliza, why are not you dancing? —Mr. Darcy, you must
allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner. You
cannot refuse to dance, I am sure, when so much beauty is before you.” And
taking her hand, he would have given it to Mr. Darcy, who, though
extremely surprised, was not unwilling to receive it, when she instantly drew
back, and said with some discomposure to Sir William —
“Indeed, Sir, I have not the least intention of dancing. I entreat you not to
suppose that I moved this way in order to beg for a partner.”
Mr. Darcy with grave propriety requested to be allowed the honour of her
hand; but in vain. Elizabeth was determined; nor did Sir William at all shake
her purpose by his attempt at persuasion.
“You excel so much in the dance, Miss Eliza, that it is cruel to deny
me the happiness of seeing you; and though this gentleman dislikes the
amusement in general, he can have no objection, I am sure, to oblige us for
one half hour.”
“Mr. Darcy is all politeness,” said Elizabeth, smiling.
“He is indeed —but considering the inducement, my dear Miss Eliza,
we cannot wonder at his complaisance; for who would object to such
a partner?”
Elizabeth looked archly, and turned away. Her resistance had not injured
her with the gentleman, and he was thinking of her with some complacency,
when thus accosted by Miss Bingley —
“I can guess the subject of your reverie.”
“I should imagine not.”
“You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many
evenings in this manner —in such society; and indeed I am quite of your
opinion. I was never more annoyed! The insipidity and yet the noise; the
nothingness and yet the self-importance of all these people! —What would I
give to hear your strictures on them!”
“Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more
agreeably engaged. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which
a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.”
Miss Bingley immediately fixed her eyes on his face, and desired he would
tell her what lady had the credit of inspiring such reflections. Mr. Darcy
replied with great intrepidity —
“Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”
“Miss Elizabeth Bennet!” repeated Miss Bingley. “I am all astonishment.
How long has she been such a favourite? —and pray when am I to wish
you joy?”
“That is exactly the question which I expected you to ask. A lady’s
imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to
matrimony in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy.”
“Nay, if you are so serious about it, I shall consider the matter as
absolutely settled. You will have a charming mother-in-law, indeed, and of
course she will be always at Pemberley with you.”
He listened to her with perfect indifference, while she chose to entertain
herself in this manner, and as his composure convinced her that all was safe,
her wit flowed long.
VII
Mr. Bennet’s property consisted almost entirely in an estate of two thousand
a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was entailed in default of
heirs male, on a distant relation; and their mother’s fortune, though ample
for her situation in life, could but ill supply the deficiency of his. Her father
had been an attorney in Meryton, and had left her four thousand pounds.
She had a sister married to a Mr. Philips, who had been a clerk to their
father, and succeeded him in the business, and a brother settled in London
in a respectable line of trade.
The village of Longbourn was only one mile from Meryton; a most
convenient distance for the young ladies, who were usually tempted thither
three or four times a week, to pay their duty to their aunt and to a milliner’s
shop just over the way. The two youngest of the family, Catherine and Lydia,
were particularly frequent in these attentions; their minds were more vacant
than their sisters’, and when nothing better offered, a walk to Meryton was
necessary to amuse their morning hours and furnish conversation for the
evening; and however bare of news the country in general might be, they
always contrived to learn some from their aunt. At present, indeed, they
were well supplied both with news and happiness by the recent arrival of a
militia regiment in the neighbourhood; it was to remain the whole winter,
and Meryton was the head quarters.
Their visits to Mrs. Philips were now productive of the most interesting
intelligence. Every day added something to their knowledge of the officers’
names and connections. Their lodgings were not long a secret, and at length
they began to know the officers themselves. Mr. Philips visited them all, and
this opened to his nieces a source of felicity unknown before. They could talk
of nothing but officers; and Mr. Bingley’s large fortune, the mention of
which gave animation to their mother, was worthless in their eyes when
opposed to the regimentals of an ensign.
After listening one morning to their effusions on this subject, Mr. Bennet
coolly observed —
“From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two
of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am
now convinced.”
Catherine was disconcerted, and made no answer; but Lydia, with perfect
indifference, continued to express her admiration of Captain Carter, and her
hope of seeing him in the course of the day, as he was going the next
morning to London.
“I am astonished, my dear,” said Mrs. Bennet, “that you should be so
ready to think your own children silly. If I wished to think slightingly of
anybody’s children, it should not be of my own however.”
“If my children are silly I must hope to be always sensible of it.”
“Yes —but as it happens, they are all of them very clever.”
“This is the only point, I flatter myself, on which we do not agree.
I had hoped that our sentiments coincided in every particular, but I
must so far differ from you as to think our two youngest daughters
uncommonly foolish.”
“My dear Mr. Bennet, you must not expect such girls to have the sense of
their father and mother. When they get to our age I dare say they will not
think about officers any more than we do. I remember the time when I liked
a red coat myself very well —and indeed so I do still at my heart; and if a
smart young colonel, with five or six thousand a year, should want one of my
girls, I shall not say nay to him; and I thought Colonel Forster looked very
becoming the other night at Sir William’s in his regimentals.”
“Mama,” cried Lydia, “my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain
Carter do not go so often to Miss Watson’s as they did when they first came;
she sees them now very often standing in Clarke’s library.”
Mrs. Bennet was prevented replying by the entrance of the footman with a
note for Miss Bennet; it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for
an answer. Mrs. Bennet’s eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly
calling out, while her daughter read —
“Well, Jane, who is it from? what is it about? what does he say? Well,
Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love.”
“It is from Miss Bingley,” said Jane, and then read it aloud.
“M F,
“If you are not so compassionate as to dine today with Louisa and me,
we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a
whole day’s tête-à-tête between two women can never end without a
quarrel. Come as soon as you can on the receipt of this. My brother and
the gentlemen are to dine with the officers. Yours ever,
“C B.”
“With the officers!” cried Lydia. “I wonder my aunt did not tell us of that.”
“Dining out,” said Mrs. Bennet, “that is very unlucky.”
“Can I have the carriage?” said Jane.
“No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely to
rain; and then you must stay all night.”
“That would be a good scheme,” said Elizabeth, “if you were sure that they
would not offer to send her home.”
“Oh! but the gentlemen will have Mr. Bingley’s chaise to go to Meryton;
and the Hursts have no horses to theirs.”
“I had much rather go in the coach.”
“But, my dear, your father cannot spare the horses, I am sure. They are
wanted in the farm, Mr. Bennet, are not they?”
“They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them.”
“But if you have got them today,” said Elizabeth, “my mother’s purpose
will be answered.”
She did at last extort from her father an acknowledgment that the horses
were engaged. Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her
mother attended her to the door with many cheerful prognostics of a bad
day. Her hopes were answered; Jane had not been gone long before it rained
hard. Her sisters were uneasy for her, but her mother was delighted. The
rain continued the whole evening without intermission; Jane certainly could
not come back.
“This was a lucky idea of mine, indeed!” said Mrs. Bennet, more than
once, as if the credit of making it rain were all her own. Till the next
morning, however, she was not aware of all the felicity of her contrivance.
Breakfast was scarcely over when a servant from Netherfield brought the
following note for Elizabeth:
“M L,
“I find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be
imputed to my getting wet through yesterday. My kind friends will not
hear of my returning home till I am better. They insist also on my
seeing Mr. Jones —therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his
having been to me —and excepting a sore-throat and headache there is
not much the matter with me.
“Y, .”
“Well, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud,
“if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness, if she should die, it
would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and
under your orders.”
“Oh! I am not at all afraid of her dying. People do not die of little trifling
colds. She will be taken good care of. As long as she stays there, it is all very
well. I would go and see her, if I could have the carriage.”
Elizabeth, feeling really anxious, was determined to go to her, though the
carriage was not to be had; and as she was no horsewoman, walking was her
only alternative. She declared her resolution.
“How can you be so silly,” cried her mother, “as to think of such a thing, in
all this dirt! You will not be fit to be seen when you get there.”
“I shall be very fit to see Jane —which is all I want.”
“Is this a hint to me, Lizzy,” said her father, “to send for the horses?”
“No, indeed. I do not wish to avoid the walk. The distance is nothing,
when one has a motive; only three miles. I shall be back by dinner.”
“I admire the activity of your benevolence,” observed Mary, “but every
impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion
should always be in proportion to what is required.”
“We will go as far as Meryton with you,” said Catherine and Lydia.
Elizabeth accepted their company, and the three young ladies set
off together.
“If we make haste,” said Lydia, as they walked along, “perhaps we may see
something of Captain Carter before he goes.”
In Meryton they parted; the two youngest repaired to the lodgings of one
of the officers’ wives, and Elizabeth continued her walk alone, crossing field
after field at a quick pace, jumping over stiles and springing over puddles
with impatient activity, and finding herself at last within view of the house,
with weary ankles, dirty stockings, and a face glowing with the warmth
of exercise.
She was shown into the breakfast-parlour, where all but Jane were
assembled, and where her appearance created a great deal of surprise. That
she should have walked three miles so early in the day, in such dirty
weather, and by herself, was almost incredible to Mrs. Hurst and Miss
Bingley; and Elizabeth was convinced that they held her in contempt for it.
She was received, however, very politely by them; and in their brother’s
manners there was something better than politeness; there was good
humour and kindness. Mr. Darcy said very little, and Mr. Hurst nothing at
all. The former was divided between admiration of the brilliancy which
exercise had given to her complexion, and doubt as to the occasion’s
justifying her coming so far alone. The latter was thinking only of
his breakfast.
Her enquiries after her sister were not very favourably answered. Miss
Bennet had slept ill, and though up, was very feverish and not well enough
to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her immediately; and
Jane, who had only been withheld by the fear of giving alarm or
inconvenience, from expressing in her note how much she longed for such a
visit, was delighted at her entrance. She was not equal, however, to much
conversation, and when Miss Bingley left them together, could attempt little
beside expressions of gratitude for the extraordinary kindness she was
treated with. Elizabeth silently attended her.
When breakfast was over, they were joined by the sisters; and Elizabeth
began to like them herself, when she saw how much affection and solicitude
they showed for Jane. The apothecary came, and having examined his
patient, said, as might be supposed, that she had caught a violent cold, and
that they must endeavour to get the better of it; advised her to return to bed,
and promised her some draughts. The advice was followed readily, for the
feverish symptoms increased, and her head ached acutely. Elizabeth did not
quit her room for a moment, nor were the other ladies often absent; the
gentlemen being out, they had in fact nothing to do elsewhere.
When the clock struck three, Elizabeth felt that she must go; and very
unwillingly said so. Miss Bingley offered her the carriage, and she only
wanted a little pressing to accept it, when Jane testified such concern in
parting with her, that Miss Bingley was obliged to convert the offer of the
chaise into an invitation to remain at Netherfield for the present. Elizabeth
most thankfully consented, and a servant was dispatched to Longbourn to
acquaint the family with her stay, and bring back a supply of clothes.
VIII
At five o’clock the two ladies retired to dress, and at half past six Elizabeth
was summoned to dinner. To the civil enquiries which then poured in, and
amongst which she had the pleasure of distinguishing the much superior
solicitude of Mr. Bingley’s, she could not make a very favourable answer.
Jane was by no means better. The sisters, on hearing this, repeated three or
four times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was to have a bad
cold, and how excessively they disliked being ill themselves; and then
thought no more of the matter: and their indifference towards Jane when
not immediately before them, restored Elizabeth to the enjoyment of all her
original dislike.
Their brother, indeed, was the only one of the party whom she could
regard with any complacency. His anxiety for Jane was evident, and his
attentions to herself most pleasing, and they prevented her feeling herself so
much an intruder as she believed she was considered by the others. She had
very little notice from any but him. Miss Bingley was engrossed by
Mr. Darcy, her sister scarcely less so; and as for Mr. Hurst, by whom
Elizabeth sat, he was an indolent man, who lived only to eat, drink, and play
at cards, who when he found her prefer a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing
to say to her.
When dinner was over, she returned directly to Jane, and Miss Bingley
began abusing her as soon as she was out of the room. Her manners were
pronounced to be very bad indeed, a mixture of pride and impertinence; she
had no conversation, no style, no taste, no beauty. Mrs. Hurst thought the
same, and added —
“She has nothing, in short, to recommend her, but being an excellent
walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning. She really looked
almost wild.”
“She did indeed, Louisa. I could hardly keep my countenance. Very
nonsensical to come at all! Why must she be scampering about the country,
because her sister had a cold? Her hair so untidy, so blowsy!”
“Yes, and her petticoat; I hope you saw her petticoat, six inches deep in
mud, I am absolutely certain; and the gown which had been let down to hide
it, not doing its office.”
“Your picture may be very exact, Louisa,” said Bingley; “but this was all
lost upon me. I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennet looked remarkably well,
when she came into the room this morning. Her dirty petticoat quite
escaped my notice.”
“You observed it, Mr. Darcy, I am sure,” said Miss Bingley; “and I am
inclined to think that you would not wish to see your sister make such
an exhibition.”
“Certainly not.”
“To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above
her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! what could she mean by it? It
seems to me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most
country town indifference to decorum.”
“It shows an affection for her sister that is very pleasing,” said Bingley.
“I am afraid, Mr. Darcy,” observed Miss Bingley, in a half whisper, “that
this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine eyes.”
“Not at all,” he replied; “they were brightened by the exercise.” —A short
pause followed this speech, and Mrs. Hurst began again.
“I have an excessive regard for Jane Bennet, she is really a very sweet girl,
and I wish with all my heart she were well settled. But with such a father and
mother, and such low connections, I am afraid there is no chance of it.”
“I think I have heard you say, that their uncle is an attorney in Meryton.”
“Yes; and they have another, who lives somewhere near Cheapside.”
“That is capital,” added her sister, and they both laughed heartily.
“If they had uncles enough to fill all Cheapside,” cried Bingley, “it would
not make them one jot less agreeable.”
“But it must very materially lessen their chance of marrying men of any
consideration in the world,” replied Darcy.
To this speech Bingley made no answer; but his sisters gave it their hearty
assent, and indulged their mirth for some time at the expense of their dear
friend’s vulgar relations.
With a renewal of tenderness, however, they repaired to her room on
leaving the dining-parlour, and sat with her till summoned to coffee. She
was still very poorly, and Elizabeth would not quit her at all, till late in the
evening, when she had the comfort of seeing her asleep, and when it
appeared to her rather right than pleasant that she should go downstairs
herself. On entering the drawing-room she found the whole party at loo, and
was immediately invited to join them; but suspecting them to be playing
high she declined it, and making her sister the excuse, said she would amuse
herself for the short time she could stay below with a book. Mr. Hurst looked
at her with astonishment.
“Do you prefer reading to cards?” said he; “that is rather singular.”
“Miss Eliza Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, “despises cards. She is a great
reader and has no pleasure in anything else.”
“I deserve neither such praise nor such censure,” cried Elizabeth; “I am
not a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things.”
“In nursing your sister I am sure you have pleasure,” said Bingley; “and I
hope it will soon be increased by seeing her quite well.”
Elizabeth thanked him from her heart, and then walked towards a table
where a few books were lying. He immediately offered to fetch her others; all
that his library afforded.
“And I wish my collection were larger for your benefit and my own credit;
but I am an idle fellow, and though I have not many, I have more than I ever
look into.”
Elizabeth assured him that she could suit herself perfectly with those in
the room.
“I am astonished,” said Miss Bingley, “that my father should have
left so small a collection of books. What a delightful library you have at
Pemberley, Mr. Darcy!”
“It ought to be good,” he replied, “it has been the work of
many generations.”
“And then you have added so much to it yourself, you are always
buying books.”
“I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days
as these.”
“Neglect! I am sure you neglect nothing that can add to the beauties of
that noble place. Charles, when you build your house, I wish it may be half
as delightful as Pemberley.”
“I wish it may.”
“But I would really advise you to make your purchase in that
neighbourhood, and take Pemberley for a kind of model. There is not a finer
county in England than Derbyshire.”
“With all my heart; I will buy Pemberley itself if Darcy will sell it.”
“I am talking of possibilities, Charles.”
“Upon my word, Caroline, I should think it more possible to get
Pemberley by purchase than by imitation.”
Elizabeth was so much caught by what passed, as to leave her very little
attention for her book; and soon laying it wholly aside, she drew near the
card-table, and stationed herself between Mr. Bingley and his eldest sister,
to observe the game.
“Is Miss Darcy much grown since the spring?” said Miss Bingley; “will she
be as tall as I am?”
“I think she will. She is now about Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s height, or
rather taller.”
“How I long to see her again! I never met with anybody who delighted me
so much. Such a countenance, such manners! and so extremely
accomplished for her age! Her performance on the pianoforte is exquisite.”
“It is amazing to me,” said Bingley, “how young ladies can have patience
to be so very accomplished, as they all are.”
“All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you mean?”
“Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint tables, cover screens and net
purses. I scarcely know anyone who cannot do all this, and I am sure I never
heard a young lady spoken of for the first time, without being informed that
she was very accomplished.”
“Your list of the common extent of accomplishments,” said Darcy, “has
too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who deserves it no
otherwise than by netting a purse, or covering a screen. But I am very far
from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general. I cannot
boast of knowing more than half a dozen, in the whole range of my
acquaintance, that are really accomplished.”
“Nor I, I am sure,” said Miss Bingley.
“Then,” observed Elizabeth, “you must comprehend a great deal in your
idea of an accomplished woman.”
“Yes; I do comprehend a great deal in it.”
“Oh! certainly,” cried his faithful assistant, “no one can be really esteemed
accomplished, who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A
woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing,
dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all
this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking,
the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but
half deserved.”
“All this she must possess,” added Darcy, “and to all this she must yet
add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by
extensive reading.”
“I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women.
I rather wonder now at your knowing any.”
“Are you so severe upon your own sex, as to doubt the possibility of
all this?”
“I never saw such a woman. I never saw such capacity, and taste, and
application, and elegance, as you describe, united.”
Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley both cried out against the injustice of her
implied doubt, and were both protesting that they knew many women who
answered this description, when Mr. Hurst called them to order, with bitter
complaints of their inattention to what was going forward. As all
conversation was thereby at an end, Elizabeth soon afterwards left the room.
“Eliza Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, when the door was closed on her, “is
one of those young ladies who seek to recommend themselves to the other
sex, by undervaluing their own; and with many men, I dare say, it succeeds.
But, in my opinion, it is a paltry device, a very mean art.”
“Undoubtedly,” replied Darcy, to whom this remark was chiefly
addressed, “there is meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes
condescend to employ for captivation. Whatever bears affinity to cunning
is despicable.”
Miss Bingley was not so entirely satisfied with this reply as to continue
the subject.
Elizabeth joined them again only to say that her sister was worse, and that
she could not leave her. Bingley urged Mr. Jones’s being sent for
immediately; while his sisters, convinced that no country advice could be of
any service, recommended an express to town for one of the most eminent
physicians. This, she would not hear of; but she was not so unwilling to
comply with their brother’s proposal; and it was settled that Mr. Jones
should be sent for early in the morning, if Miss Bennet were not decidedly
better. Bingley was quite uncomfortable; his sisters declared that they were
miserable. They solaced their wretchedness, however, by duets after supper,
while he could find no better relief to his feelings than by giving his
housekeeper directions that every possible attention might be paid to the
sick lady and her sister.
IX
Elizabeth passed the chief of the night in her sister’s room, and in the
morning had the pleasure of being able to send a tolerable answer to the
enquiries which she very early received from Mr. Bingley by a housemaid,
and some time afterwards from the two elegant ladies who waited on his
sisters. In spite of this amendment, however, she requested to have a note
sent to Longbourn, desiring her mother to visit Jane, and form her own
judgment of her situation. The note was immediately dispatched, and its
contents as quickly complied with. Mrs. Bennet, accompanied by her two
youngest girls, reached Netherfield soon after the family breakfast.
Had she found Jane in any apparent danger, Mrs. Bennet would have
been very miserable; but being satisfied on seeing her that her illness was
not alarming, she had no wish of her recovering immediately, as her
restoration to health would probably remove her from Netherfield. She
would not listen therefore to her daughter’s proposal of being carried home;
neither did the apothecary, who arrived about the same time, think it at all
advisable. After sitting a little while with Jane, on Miss Bingley’s appearance
and invitation, the mother and three daughters all attended her into the
breakfast parlour. Bingley met them with hopes that Mrs. Bennet had not
found Miss Bennet worse than she expected.
“Indeed I have, Sir,” was her answer. “She is a great deal too ill to be
moved. Mr. Jones says we must not think of moving her. We must trespass a
little longer on your kindness.”
“Removed!” cried Bingley. “It must not be thought of. My sister, I am
sure, will not hear of her removal.”
“You may depend upon it, Madam,” said Miss Bingley, with cold civility,
“that Miss Bennet shall receive every possible attention while she remains
with us.”
Mrs. Bennet was profuse in her acknowledgments.
“I am sure,” she added, “if it was not for such good friends I do not know
what would become of her, for she is very ill indeed, and suffers a vast deal,
though with the greatest patience in the world, which is always the way with
her, for she has, without exception, the sweetest temper I ever met with. I
often tell my other girls they are nothing to her. You have a sweet room here,
Mr. Bingley, and a charming prospect over that gravel walk. I do not know a
place in the country that is equal to Netherfield. You will not think of
quitting it in a hurry I hope, though you have but a short lease.”
“Whatever I do is done in a hurry,” replied he; “and therefore if I should
resolve to quit Netherfield, I should probably be off in five minutes. At
present, however, I consider myself as quite fixed here.”
“That is exactly what I should have supposed of you,” said Elizabeth.
“You begin to comprehend me, do you?” cried he, turning towards her.
“Oh! yes —I understand you perfectly.”
“I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen
through I am afraid is pitiful.”
“That is as it happens. It does not necessarily follow that a deep, intricate
character is more or less estimable than such a one as yours.”
“Lizzy,” cried her mother, “remember where you are, and do not run on in
the wild manner that you are suffered to do at home.”
“I did not know before,” continued Bingley immediately, “that you were a
studier of character. It must be an amusing study.”
“Yes; but intricate characters are the most amusing. They have at least
that advantage.”
“The country,” said Darcy, “can in general supply but few subjects for such
a study. In a country neighbourhood you move in a very confined and
unvarying society.”
“But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be
observed in them forever.”
“Yes, indeed,” cried Mrs. Bennet, offended by his manner of mentioning a
country neighbourhood. “I assure you there is quite as much of that going
on in the country as in town.”
Everybody was surprised; and Darcy, after looking at her for a moment,
turned silently away. Mrs. Bennet, who fancied she had gained a complete
victory over him, continued her triumph.
“I cannot see that London has any great advantage over the country for
my part, except the shops and public places. The country is a vast deal
pleasanter, is not it, Mr. Bingley?”
“When I am in the country,” he replied, “I never wish to leave it; and when
I am in town it is pretty much the same. They have each their advantages,
and I can be equally happy in either.”
“Aye —that is because you have the right disposition. But that gentleman,”
looking at Darcy, “seemed to think the country was nothing at all.”
“Indeed, Mama, you are mistaken,” said Elizabeth, blushing for her
mother. “You quite mistook Mr. Darcy. He only meant that there were not
such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in town, which you
must acknowledge to be true.”
“Certainly, my dear, nobody said there were; but as to not meeting with
many people in this neighbourhood, I believe there are few neighbourhoods
larger. I know we dine with four and twenty families.”
Nothing but concern for Elizabeth could enable Bingley to keep his
countenance. His sister was less delicate, and directed her eye towards
Mr. Darcy with a very expressive smile. Elizabeth, for the sake of saying
something that might turn her mother’s thoughts, now asked her if
Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn since her coming away.
“Yes, she called yesterday with her father. What an agreeable man Sir
William is, Mr. Bingley —is not he? so much the man of fashion! so genteel
and so easy! —He has always something to say to everybody. That is my idea
of good breeding; and those persons who fancy themselves very important
and never open their mouths, quite mistake the matter.”
“Did Charlotte dine with you?”
“No, she would go home. I fancy she was wanted about the mince pies.
For my part, Mr. Bingley, I always keep servants that can do their own work;
my daughters are brought up differently. But everybody is to judge for
themselves, and the Lucases are very good sort of girls, I assure you. It is a
pity they are not handsome! Not that I think Charlotte so very plain —but
then she is our particular friend.”
“She seems a very pleasant young woman,” said Bingley.
“Oh! dear, yes; —but you must own she is very plain. Lady Lucas herself
has often said so, and envied me Jane’s beauty. I do not like to boast of my
own child, but to be sure, Jane —one does not often see anybody better
looking. It is what everybody says. I do not trust my own partiality. When
she was only fifteen, there was a gentleman at my brother Gardiner’s in
town, so much in love with her, that my sister-in-law was sure he would
make her an offer before we came away. But however he did not. Perhaps he
thought her too young. However, he wrote some verses on her, and very
pretty they were.”
“And so ended his affection,” said Elizabeth impatiently. “There has been
many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first
discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!”
“I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love,” said Darcy.
“Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong
already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that
one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.”
Darcy only smiled; and the general pause which ensued made Elizabeth
tremble lest her mother should be exposing herself again. She longed to
speak, but could think of nothing to say; and after a short silence
Mrs. Bennet began repeating her thanks to Mr. Bingley for his kindness to
Jane, with an apology for troubling him also with Lizzy. Mr. Bingley was
unaffectedly civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be civil also,
and say what the occasion required. She performed her part indeed without
much graciousness, but Mrs. Bennet was satisfied, and soon afterwards
ordered her carriage. Upon this signal, the youngest of her daughters put
herself forward. The two girls had been whispering to each other during the
whole visit, and the result of it was, that the youngest should tax Mr. Bingley
with having promised on his first coming into the country to give a ball
at Netherfield.
Lydia was a stout, well-grown girl of fifteen, with a fine complexion and
good-humoured countenance; a favourite with her mother, whose affection
had brought her into public at an early age. She had high animal spirits, and
a sort of natural self-consequence, which the attentions of the officers, to
whom her uncle’s good dinners and her own easy manners recommended
her, had increased into assurance. She was very equal therefore to address
Mr. Bingley on the subject of the ball, and abruptly reminded him of his
promise; adding, that it would be the most shameful thing in the world if he
did not keep it. His answer to this sudden attack was delightful to their
mother’s ear.
“I am perfectly ready, I assure you, to keep my engagement; and when
your sister is recovered, you shall if you please name the very day of the ball.
But you would not wish to be dancing while she is ill.”
Lydia declared herself satisfied. “Oh! yes —it would be much better to wait
till Jane was well, and by that time most likely Captain Carter would be at
Meryton again. And when you have given your ball,” she added, “I shall
insist on their giving one also. I shall tell Colonel Forster it will be quite a
shame if he does not.”
Mrs. Bennet and her daughters then departed, and Elizabeth returned
instantly to Jane, leaving her own and her relations’ behaviour to the
remarks of the two ladies and Mr. Darcy; the latter of whom, however, could
not be prevailed on to join in their censure of her, in spite of all Miss
Bingley’s witticisms on fine eyes.
X
The day passed much as the day before had done. Mrs. Hurst and Miss
Bingley had spent some hours of the morning with the invalid, who
continued, though slowly, to mend; and in the evening Elizabeth joined their
party in the drawing-room. The loo table, however, did not appear.
Mr. Darcy was writing, and Miss Bingley, seated near him, was watching the
progress of his letter, and repeatedly calling off his attention by messages to
his sister. Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were at piquet, and Mrs. Hurst was
observing their game.
Elizabeth took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused in
attending to what passed between Darcy and his companion. The perpetual
commendations of the lady either on his handwriting, or on the evenness of
his lines, or on the length of his letter, with the perfect unconcern with
which her praises were received, formed a curious dialogue, and was exactly
in unison with her opinion of each.
“How delighted Miss Darcy will be to receive such a letter!”
He made no answer.
“You write uncommonly fast.”
“You are mistaken. I write rather slowly.”
“How many letters you must have occasion to write in the course of the
year! Letters of business too! How odious I should think them!”
“It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of to yours.”
“Pray tell your sister that I long to see her.”
“I have already told her so once, by your desire.”
“I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens
remarkably well.”
“Thank you —but I always mend my own.”
“How can you contrive to write so even?”
He was silent.
“Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp,
and pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little
design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Grantley’s.”
“Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? —At
present I have not room to do them justice.”
“Oh! it is of no consequence. I shall see her in January. But do you always
write such charming long letters to her, Mr. Darcy?”
“They are generally long; but whether always charming, it is not for me
to determine.”
“It is a rule with me, that a person who can write a long letter, with ease,
cannot write ill.”
“That will not do for a compliment to Darcy, Caroline,” cried her
brother —“because he does not write with ease. He studies too much for
words of four syllables. Do not you, Darcy?”
“My style of writing is very different from yours.”
“Oh!” cried Miss Bingley, “Charles writes in the most careless way
imaginable. He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest.”
“My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them —by which
means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.”
“Your humility, Mr. Bingley,” said Elizabeth, “must disarm reproof.”
“Nothing is more deceitful,” said Darcy, “than the appearance of humility.
It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.”
“And which of the two do you call my little recent piece of modesty?”
“The indirect boast; —for you are really proud of your defects in writing,
because you consider them as proceeding from a rapidity of thought and
carelessness of execution, which if not estimable, you think at least highly
interesting. The power of doing anything with quickness is always much
prized by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection
of the performance. When you told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you
ever resolved on quitting Netherfield you should be gone in five minutes,
you meant it to be a sort of panegyric, of compliment to yourself —and yet
what is there so very laudable in a precipitance which must leave very
necessary business undone, and can be of no real advantage to yourself or
anyone else?”
“Nay,” cried Bingley, “this is too much, to remember at night all the
foolish things that were said in the morning. And yet, upon my honour, I
believed what I said of myself to be true, and I believe it at this moment. At
least, therefore, I did not assume the character of needless precipitance
merely to show off before the ladies.”
“I dare say you believed it; but I am by no means convinced that you
would be gone with such celerity. Your conduct would be quite as dependant
on chance as that of any man I know; and if, as you were mounting your
horse, a friend were to say, ‘Bingley, you had better stay till next week,’ you
would probably do it, you would probably not go —and, at another word,
might stay a month.”
“You have only proved by this,” cried Elizabeth, “that Mr. Bingley did not
do justice to his own disposition. You have shown him off now much more
than he did himself.”
“I am exceedingly gratified,” said Bingley, “by your converting what my
friend says into a compliment on the sweetness of my temper. But I am
afraid you are giving it a turn which that gentleman did by no means intend;
for he would certainly think the better of me, if under such a circumstance I
were to give a flat denial, and ride off as fast as I could.”
“Would Mr. Darcy then consider the rashness of your original intention as
atoned for by your obstinacy in adhering to it?”
“Upon my word I cannot exactly explain the matter, Darcy must speak
for himself.”
“You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but
which I have never acknowledged. Allowing the case, however, to stand
according to your representation, you must remember, Miss Bennet, that
the friend who is supposed to desire his return to the house, and the delay of
his plan, has merely desired it, asked it without offering one argument in
favour of its propriety.”
“To yield readily —easily —to the persuasion of a friend is no merit
with you.”
“To yield without conviction is no compliment to the understanding
of either.”
“You appear to me, Mr. Darcy, to allow nothing for the influence of
friendship and affection. A regard for the requester would often make one
readily yield to a request, without waiting for arguments to reason one into
it. I am not particularly speaking of such a case as you have supposed about
Mr. Bingley. We may as well wait, perhaps, till the circumstance occurs,
before we discuss the discretion of his behaviour thereupon. But in general
and ordinary cases between friend and friend, where one of them is desired
by the other to change a resolution of no very great moment, should you
think ill of that person for complying with the desire, without waiting to be
argued into it?”
“Will it not be advisable, before we proceed on this subject, to arrange
with rather more precision the degree of importance which is to appertain
to this request, as well as the degree of intimacy subsisting between
the parties?”
“By all means,” cried Bingley; “let us hear all the particulars, not
forgetting their comparative height and size; for that will have more weight
in the argument, Miss Bennet, than you may be aware of. I assure you that if
Darcy were not such a great tall fellow, in comparison with myself, I should
not pay him half so much deference. I declare I do not know a more awful
object than Darcy, on particular occasions, and in particular places; at his
own house especially, and of a Sunday evening when he has nothing to do.”
Mr. Darcy smiled; but Elizabeth thought she could perceive that he was
rather offended; and therefore checked her laugh. Miss Bingley warmly
resented the indignity he had received, in an expostulation with her brother
for talking such nonsense.
“I see your design, Bingley,” said his friend. “You dislike an argument, and
want to silence this.”
“Perhaps I do. Arguments are too much like disputes. If you and Miss
Bennet will defer yours till I am out of the room, I shall be very thankful;
and then you may say whatever you like of me.”
“What you ask,” said Elizabeth, “is no sacrifice on my side; and Mr. Darcy
had much better finish his letter.”
Mr. Darcy took her advice, and did finish his letter.
When that business was over, he applied to Miss Bingley and Elizabeth for
the indulgence of some music. Miss Bingley moved with alacrity to the
pianoforte, and after a polite request that Elizabeth would lead the way,
which the other as politely and more earnestly negatived, she seated herself.
Mrs. Hurst sang with her sister, and while they were thus employed
Elizabeth could not help observing as she turned over some music books
that lay on the instrument, how frequently Mr. Darcy’s eyes were fixed on
her. She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of
admiration to so great a man; and yet that he should look at her because he
disliked her, was still more strange. She could only imagine however at last,
that she drew his notice because there was a something about her more
wrong and reprehensible, according to his ideas of right, than in any other
person present. The supposition did not pain her. She liked him too little to
care for his approbation.
After playing some Italian songs, Miss Bingley varied the charm by a lively
Scotch air; and soon afterwards Mr. Darcy, drawing near Elizabeth, said
to her —
“Do not you feel a great inclination, Miss Bennet, to seize such an
opportunity of dancing a reel?”
She smiled, but made no answer. He repeated the question, with some
surprise at her silence.
“Oh!” said she, “I heard you before; but I could not immediately
determine what to say in reply. You wanted me, I know, to say ‘Yes,’ that you
might have the pleasure of despising my taste; but I always delight in
overthrowing those kind of schemes, and cheating a person of their
premeditated contempt. I have therefore made up my mind to tell you, that I
do not want to dance a reel at all —and now despise me if you dare.”
“Indeed I do not dare.”
Elizabeth, having rather expected to affront him, was amazed at his
gallantry; but there was a mixture of sweetness and archness in her manner
which made it difficult for her to affront anybody; and Darcy had never been
so bewitched by any woman as he was by her. He really believed, that were it
not for the inferiority of her connections, he should be in some danger.
Miss Bingley saw, or suspected enough to be jealous; and her great
anxiety for the recovery of her dear friend Jane, received some assistance
from her desire of getting rid of Elizabeth.
She often tried to provoke Darcy into disliking her guest, by talking of
their supposed marriage, and planning his happiness in such an alliance.
“I hope,” said she, as they were walking together in the shrubbery the next
day, “you will give your mother-in-law a few hints, when this desirable event
takes place, as to the advantage of holding her tongue; and if you can
compass it, do cure the younger girls of running after the officers. And, if I
may mention so delicate a subject, endeavour to check that little something,
bordering on conceit and impertinence, which your lady possesses.”
“Have you anything else to propose for my domestic felicity?”
“Oh! yes. Do let the portraits of your uncle and aunt Philips be placed in
the gallery at Pemberley. Put them next to your great uncle the judge. They
are in the same profession, you know; only in different lines. As for your
Elizabeth’s picture, you must not attempt to have it taken, for what painter
could do justice to those beautiful eyes?”
“It would not be easy, indeed, to catch their expression, but their colour
and shape, and the eyelashes, so remarkably fine, might be copied.”
At that moment they were met from another walk, by Mrs. Hurst and
Elizabeth herself.
“I did not know that you intended to walk,” said Miss Bingley, in some
confusion, lest they had been overheard.
“You used us abominably ill,” answered Mrs. Hurst, “in running away
without telling us that you were coming out.”
Then taking the disengaged arm of Mr. Darcy, she left Elizabeth to walk
by herself. The path just admitted three. Mr. Darcy felt their rudeness and
immediately said —
“This walk is not wide enough for our party. We had better go into
the avenue.”
But Elizabeth, who had not the least inclination to remain with them,
laughingly answered —
“No, no; stay where you are. You are charmingly group’d, and appear to
uncommon advantage. The picturesque would be spoilt by admitting a
fourth. Goodbye.”
She then ran gaily off, rejoicing as she rambled about, in the hope of being
at home again in a day or two. Jane was already so much recovered as to
intend leaving her room for a couple of hours that evening.
XI
When the ladies removed after dinner, Elizabeth ran up to her sister, and
seeing her well guarded from cold, attended her into the drawing-room;
where she was welcomed by her two friends with many professions of
pleasure; and Elizabeth had never seen them so agreeable as they were
during the hour which passed before the gentlemen appeared. Their powers
of conversation were considerable. They could describe an entertainment
with accuracy, relate an anecdote with humour, and laugh at their
acquaintance with spirit.
But when the gentlemen entered, Jane was no longer the first object. Miss
Bingley’s eyes were instantly turned towards Darcy, and she had something
to say to him before he had advanced many steps. He addressed himself
directly to Miss Bennet, with a polite congratulation; Mr. Hurst also made
her a slight bow, and said he was “very glad;” but diffuseness and warmth
remained for Bingley’s salutation. He was full of joy and attention. The first
half hour was spent in piling up the fire, lest she should suffer from the
change of room; and she removed at his desire to the other side of the
fireplace, that she might be farther from the door. He then sat down by her,
and talked scarcely to anyone else. Elizabeth, at work in the opposite corner,
saw it all with great delight.
When tea was over, Mr. Hurst reminded his sister-in-law of the card-
table —but in vain. She had obtained private intelligence that Mr. Darcy did
not wish for cards; and Mr. Hurst soon found even his open petition
rejected. She assured him that no one intended to play, and the silence of
the whole party on the subject seemed to justify her. Mr. Hurst had
therefore nothing to do, but to stretch himself on one of the sofas and go to
sleep. Darcy took up a book; Miss Bingley did the same; and Mrs. Hurst,
principally occupied in playing with her bracelets and rings, joined now and
then in her brother’s conversation with Miss Bennet.
Miss Bingley’s attention was quite as much engaged in watching
Mr. Darcy’s progress through his book, as in reading her own; and she was
perpetually either making some inquiry, or looking at his page. She could
not win him, however, to any conversation; he merely answered her
question, and read on. At length, quite exhausted by the attempt to be
amused with her own book, which she had only chosen because it was the
second volume of his, she gave a great yawn and said, “How pleasant it is to
spend an evening in this way! I declare after all there is no enjoyment
like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! —
When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an
excellent library.”
No one made any reply. She then yawned again, threw aside her book, and
cast her eyes round the room in quest of some amusement; when hearing
her brother mentioning a ball to Miss Bennet, she turned suddenly towards
him and said —
“By the by, Charles, are you really serious in meditating a dance at
Netherfield? —I would advise you, before you determine on it, to consult the
wishes of the present party; I am much mistaken if there are not some
among us to whom a ball would be rather a punishment than a pleasure.”
“If you mean Darcy,” cried her brother, “he may go to bed, if he chooses,
before it begins —but as for the ball, it is quite a settled thing; and as soon as
Nicholls has made white soup enough I shall send round my cards.”
“I should like balls infinitely better,” she replied, “if they were carried on
in a different manner; but there is something insufferably tedious in the
usual process of such a meeting. It would surely be much more rational if
conversation instead of dancing made the order of the day.”
“Much more rational, my dear Caroline, I dare say, but it would not be
near so much like a ball.”
Miss Bingley made no answer; and soon afterwards got up and walked
about the room. Her figure was elegant, and she walked well; —but Darcy, at
whom it was all aimed, was still inflexibly studious. In the desperation of her
feelings she resolved on one effort more; and, turning to Elizabeth, said —
“Miss Eliza Bennet, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a
turn about the room. I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in
one attitude.”
Elizabeth was surprised, but agreed to it immediately. Miss Bingley
succeeded no less in the real object of her civility; Mr. Darcy looked up. He
was as much awake to the novelty of attention in that quarter as Elizabeth
herself could be, and unconsciously closed his book. He was directly invited
to join their party, but he declined it, observing that he could imagine but
two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together, with
either of which motives his joining them would interfere. “What could he
mean? she was dying to know what could be his meaning” —and asked
Elizabeth whether she could at all understand him?
“Not at all,” was her answer; “but depend upon it, he means to be severe
on us, and our surest way of disappointing him, will be to ask nothing
about it.”
Miss Bingley, however, was incapable of disappointing Mr. Darcy in
anything, and persevered therefore in requiring an explanation of his
two motives.
“I have not the smallest objection to explaining them,” said he, as soon as
she allowed him to speak. “You either choose this method of passing the
evening because you are in each other’s confidence and have secret affairs to
discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the
greatest advantage in walking; —if the first, I should be completely in your
way; —and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire.”
“Oh! shocking!” cried Miss Bingley. “I never heard anything so
abominable. How shall we punish him for such a speech?”
“Nothing so easy, if you have but the inclination,” said Elizabeth. “We can
all plague and punish one another. Tease him —laugh at him. Intimate as
you are, you must know how it is to be done.”
“But upon my honour I do not. I do assure you that my intimacy has not
yet taught me that. Tease calmness of temper and presence of mind! No,
no —I feel he may defy us there. And as to laughter, we will not expose
ourselves, if you please, by attempting to laugh without a subject. Mr. Darcy
may hug himself.”
“Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!” cried Elizabeth. “That is an
uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would
be a great loss to me to have many such acquaintance. I dearly love a laugh.”
“Miss Bingley,” said he, “has given me credit for more than can be. The
wisest and the best of men, nay, the wisest and best of their actions, may be
rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.”
“Certainly,” replied Elizabeth —“there are such people, but I hope I am not
one of them. I hope I never ridicule what is wise or good. Follies and
nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh
at them whenever I can. But these, I suppose, are precisely what you
are without.”
“Perhaps that is not possible for anyone. But it has been the study of my
life to avoid those weaknesses which often expose a strong understanding
to ridicule.”
“Such as vanity and pride.”
“Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride —where there is a real
superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation.”
Elizabeth turned away to hide a smile.
“Your examination of Mr. Darcy is over, I presume,” said Miss
Bingley; —“and pray what is the result?”
“I am perfectly convinced by it that Mr. Darcy has no defect. He owns it
himself without disguise.”
“No” —said Darcy, “I have made no such pretension. I have faults enough,
but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for.
It is I believe too little yielding —certainly too little for the convenience of the
world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor
their offences against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every
attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My
good opinion once lost is lost forever.”
“That is a failing indeed!” —cried Elizabeth. “Implacable resentment is a
shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. I really cannot
laugh at it. You are safe from me.”
“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil,
a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”
“And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.”
“And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.”
“Do let us have a little music,” —cried Miss Bingley, tired of a
conversation in which she had no share. “Louisa, you will not mind my
waking Mr. Hurst.”
Her sister made not the smallest objection, and the pianoforte was
opened, and Darcy, after a few moments recollection, was not sorry for it.
He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.
XII
In consequence of an agreement between the sisters, Elizabeth wrote the
next morning to her mother, to beg that the carriage might be sent for them
in the course of the day. But Mrs. Bennet, who had calculated on her
daughters remaining at Netherfield till the following Tuesday, which would
exactly finish Jane’s week, could not bring herself to receive them with
pleasure before. Her answer, therefore, was not propitious, at least not to
Elizabeth’s wishes, for she was impatient to get home. Mrs. Bennet sent
them word that they could not possibly have the carriage before Tuesday;
and in her postscript it was added, that if Mr. Bingley and his sister pressed
them to stay longer, she could spare them very well. Against staying longer,
however, Elizabeth was positively resolved —nor did she much expect it
would be asked; and fearful, on the contrary, as being considered as
intruding themselves needlessly long, she urged Jane to borrow
Mr. Bingley’s carriage immediately, and at length it was settled that their
original design of leaving Netherfield that morning should be mentioned,
and the request made.
The communication excited many professions of concern; and enough
was said of wishing them to stay at least till the following day to work on
Jane; and till the morrow, their going was deferred. Miss Bingley was then
sorry that she had proposed the delay, for her jealousy and dislike of one
sister much exceeded her affection for the other.
The master of the house heard with real sorrow that they were to go so
soon, and repeatedly tried to persuade Miss Bennet that it would not be safe
for her —that she was not enough recovered; but Jane was firm where she
felt herself to be right.
To Mr. Darcy it was welcome intelligence —Elizabeth had been at
Netherfield long enough. She attracted him more than he liked —and Miss
Bingley was uncivil to her, and more teasing than usual to himself. He wisely
resolved to be particularly careful that no sign of admiration should now
escape him, nothing that could elevate her with the hope of influencing his
felicity; sensible that if such an idea had been suggested, his behaviour
during the last day must have material weight in confirming or crushing it.
Steady to his purpose, he scarcely spoke ten words to her through the whole
of Saturday, and though they were at one time left by themselves for half an
hour, he adhered most conscientiously to his book, and would not even look
at her.
On Sunday, after morning service, the separation, so agreeable to almost
all, took place. Miss Bingley’s civility to Elizabeth increased at last very
rapidly, as well as her affection for Jane; and when they parted, after
assuring the latter of the pleasure it would always give her to see her either
at Longbourn or Netherfield, and embracing her most tenderly, she even
shook hands with the former. Elizabeth took leave of the whole party in the
liveliest spirits.
They were not welcomed home very cordially by their mother.
Mrs. Bennet wondered at their coming, and thought them very wrong to give
so much trouble, and was sure Jane would have caught cold again. But their
father, though very laconic in his expressions of pleasure, was really glad to
see them; he had felt their importance in the family circle. The evening
conversation, when they were all assembled, had lost much of its animation,
and almost all its sense, by the absence of Jane and Elizabeth.
They found Mary, as usual, deep in the study of thorough bass and human
nature; and had some new extracts to admire, and some new observations of
threadbare morality to listen to. Catherine and Lydia had information for
them of a different sort. Much had been done, and much had been said in
the regiment since the preceding Wednesday; several of the officers had
dined lately with their uncle, a private had been flogged, and it had actually
been hinted that Colonel Forster was going to be married.
XIII
“I hope, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were at breakfast the
next morning, “that you have ordered a good dinner today, because I have
reason to expect an addition to our family party.”
“Who do you mean, my dear? I know of nobody that is coming I am sure,
unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in, and I hope my dinners are
good enough for her. I do not believe she often sees such at home.”
“The person of whom I speak, is a gentleman and a stranger.”
Mrs. Bennet’s eyes sparkled. “A gentleman and a stranger! It is Mr. Bingley I
am sure. Why Jane —you never dropped a word of this; you sly thing! Well, I
am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr. Bingley. But —good lord! how
unlucky! there is not a bit of fish to be got today. Lydia, my love, ring the
bell. I must speak to Hill, this moment.”
“It is not Mr. Bingley,” said her husband; “it is a person whom I never saw
in the whole course of my life.”
This roused a general astonishment; and he had the pleasure of being
eagerly questioned by his wife and five daughters at once.
After amusing himself some time with their curiosity, he thus explained.
“About a month ago I received this letter, and about a fortnight ago I
answered it, for I thought it a case of some delicacy, and requiring early
attention. It is from my cousin, Mr. Collins, who, when I am dead, may turn
you all out of this house as soon as he pleases.”
“Oh! my dear,” cried his wife, “I cannot bear to hear that mentioned. Pray
do not talk of that odious man. I do think it is the hardest thing in the world,
that your estate should be entailed away from your own children; and I am
sure if I had been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or other
about it.”
Jane and Elizabeth attempted to explain to her the nature of an entail.
They had often attempted it before, but it was a subject on which
Mrs. Bennet was beyond the reach of reason; and she continued to rail
bitterly against the cruelty of settling an estate away from a family of five
daughters, in favour of a man whom nobody cared anything about.
“It certainly is a most iniquitous affair,” said Mr. Bennet, “and nothing
can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn. But if you will
listen to his letter, you may perhaps be a little softened by his manner of
expressing himself.”
“No, that I am sure I shall not; and I think it was very impertinent of him
to write to you at all, and very hypocritical. I hate such false friends. Why
could not he keep on quarrelling with you, as his father did before him?”
“Why, indeed, he does seem to have had some filial scruples on that head,
as you will hear.”
Hunsford, near Westerham, Kent,
15th October
D S,
The disagreement subsisting between yourself and my late honoured
father always gave me much uneasiness, and since I have had the
misfortune to lose him, I have frequently wished to heal the breach; but
for some time I was kept back by my own doubts, fearing lest it might
seem disrespectful to his memory for me to be on good terms with
anyone, with whom it had always pleased him to be at
variance. —“There, Mrs. Bennet.” —My mind however is now made up
on the subject, for having received ordination at Easter, I have been so
fortunate as to be distinguished by the patronage of the Right
Honourable Lady Catherine de Bourgh, widow of Sir Lewis de Bourgh,
whose bounty and beneficence has preferred me to the valuable rectory
of this parish, where it shall be my earnest endeavour to demean myself
with grateful respect towards her Ladyship, and be ever ready to
perform those rites and ceremonies which are instituted by the Church
of England. As a clergyman, moreover, I feel it my duty to promote and
establish the blessing of peace in all families within the reach of my
influence; and on these grounds I flatter myself that my present
overtures of goodwill are highly commendable, and that the
circumstance of my being next in the entail of Longbourn estate, will be
kindly overlooked on your side, and not lead you to reject the offered
olive branch. I cannot be otherwise than concerned at being the means
of injuring your amiable daughters, and beg leave to apologise for it, as
well as to assure you of my readiness to make them every possible
amends —but of this hereafter. If you should have no objection to
receive me into your house, I propose myself the satisfaction of waiting
on you and your family, Monday, November 18th, by four o’clock, and
shall probably trespass on your hospitality till the Saturday se’night
following, which I can do without any inconvenience, as Lady Catherine
is far from objecting to my occasional absence on a Sunday, provided
that some other clergyman is engaged to do the duty of the day. I
remain, dear sir, with respectful compliments to your lady and
daughters, your well-wisher and friend,
W C.
“At four o’clock, therefore, we may expect this peacemaking gentleman,”
said Mr. Bennet, as he folded up the letter. “He seems to be a most
conscientious and polite young man, upon my word; and I doubt not will
prove a valuable acquaintance, especially if Lady Catherine should be so
indulgent as to let him come to us again.”
“There is some sense in what he says about the girls however; and if
he is disposed to make them any amends, I shall not be the person to
discourage him.”
“Though it is difficult,” said Jane, “to guess in what way he can mean to
make us the atonement he thinks our due, the wish is certainly to his credit.”
Elizabeth was chiefly struck with his extraordinary deference for Lady
Catherine, and his kind intention of christening, marrying, and burying his
parishioners whenever it were required.
“He must be an oddity, I think,” said she. “I cannot make him out. There
is something very pompous in his style. And what can he mean by
apologizing for being next in the entail? —We cannot suppose he would help
it, if he could. Can he be a sensible man, sir?”
“No, my dear; I think not. I have great hopes of finding him quite the
reverse. There is a mixture of servility and self-importance in his letter,
which promises well. I am impatient to see him.”
“In point of composition,” said Mary, “his letter does not seem defective.
The idea of the olive branch perhaps is not wholly new, yet I think it is
well expressed.”
To Catherine and Lydia, neither the letter nor its writer were in any
degree interesting. It was next to impossible that their cousin should come
in a scarlet coat, and it was now some weeks since they had received
pleasure from the society of a man in any other colour. As for their mother,
Mr. Collins’s letter had done away much of her ill-will, and she was
preparing to see him with a degree of composure, which astonished her
husband and daughters.
Mr. Collins was punctual to his time, and was received with great
politeness by the whole family. Mr. Bennet indeed said little; but the ladies
were ready enough to talk, and Mr. Collins seemed neither in need of
encouragement, nor inclined to be silent himself. He was a tall, heavy
looking young man of five and twenty. His air was grave and stately, and his
manners were very formal. He had not been long seated before he
complimented Mrs. Bennet on having so fine a family of daughters, said he
had heard much of their beauty, but that, in this instance, fame had fallen
short of the truth; and added, that he did not doubt her seeing them all in
due time well disposed of in marriage. This gallantry was not much to the
taste of some of his hearers, but Mrs. Bennet, who quarrelled with no
compliments, answered most readily —
“You are very kind, sir, I am sure; and I wish with all my heart it may
prove so; for else they will be destitute enough. Things are settled so oddly.”
“You allude perhaps to the entail of this estate.”
“Ah! sir, I do indeed. It is a grievous affair to my poor girls, you must
confess. Not that I mean to find fault with you, for such things I know are all
chance in this world. There is no knowing how estates will go when once
they come to be entailed.”
“I am very sensible, madam, of the hardship to my fair cousins —and could
say much on the subject, but that I am cautious of appearing forward
and precipitate. But I can assure the young ladies that I come prepared
to admire them. At present I will not say more, but perhaps when we are
better acquainted —”
He was interrupted by a summons to dinner; and the girls smiled on each
other. They were not the only objects of Mr. Collins’s admiration. The hall,
the dining-room, and all its furniture were examined and praised; and his
commendation of everything would have touched Mrs. Bennet’s heart, but
for the mortifying supposition of his viewing it all as his own future
property. The dinner too in its turn was highly admired; and he begged to
know to which of his fair cousins, the excellence of its cookery was owing.
But here he was set right by Mrs. Bennet, who assured him with some
asperity that they were very well able to keep a good cook, and that her
daughters had nothing to do in the kitchen. He begged pardon for having
displeased her. In a softened tone she declared herself not at all offended;
but he continued to apologise for about a quarter of an hour.
XIV
During dinner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all; but when the servants were
withdrawn, he thought it time to have some conversation with his guest, and
therefore started a subject in which he expected him to shine, by observing
that he seemed very fortunate in his patroness. Lady Catherine de Bourgh’s
attention to his wishes, and consideration for his comfort, appeared very
remarkable. Mr. Bennet could not have chosen better. Mr. Collins was
eloquent in her praise. The subject elevated him to more than usual
solemnity of manner, and with a most important aspect he protested that he
had never in his life witnessed such behaviour in a person of rank —such
affability and condescension, as he had himself experienced from Lady
Catherine. She had been graciously pleased to approve of both the
discourses, which he had already had the honour of preaching before her.
She had also asked him twice to dine at Rosings, and had sent for him only
the Saturday before, to make up her pool of quadrille in the evening. Lady
Catherine was reckoned proud by many people he knew, but he had never
seen anything but affability in her. She had always spoken to him as she
would to any other gentleman; she made not the smallest objection to his
joining in the society of the neighbourhood, nor to his leaving his parish
occasionally for a week or two, to visit his relations. She had even
condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose
with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage;
where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making,
and had even vouchsafed to suggest some herself —some shelves in the
closets upstairs.
“That is all very proper and civil, I am sure,” said Mrs. Bennet, “and I dare
say she is a very agreeable woman. It is a pity that great ladies in general are
not more like her. Does she live near you, sir?”
“The garden in which stands my humble abode, is separated only by a lane
from Rosings Park, her ladyship’s residence.”
“I think you said she was a widow, sir? has she any family?”
“She has one only daughter, the heiress of Rosings, and of very
extensive property.”
“Ah!” cried Mrs. Bennet, shaking her head, “then she is better off than
many girls. And what sort of young lady is she? is she handsome?”
“She is a most charming young lady indeed. Lady Catherine herself says
that in point of true beauty, Miss de Bourgh is far superior to the
handsomest of her sex; because there is that in her features which marks the
young woman of distinguished birth. She is unfortunately of a sickly
constitution, which has prevented her making that progress in many
accomplishments, which she could not otherwise have failed of; as I am
informed by the lady who superintended her education, and who still resides
with them. But she is perfectly amiable, and often condescends to drive by
my humble abode in her little phaeton and ponies.”
“Has she been presented? I do not remember her name among the ladies
at court.”
“Her indifferent state of health unhappily prevents her being in town; and
by that means, as I told Lady Catherine myself one day, has deprived the
British court of its brightest ornament. Her ladyship seemed pleased with
the idea, and you may imagine that I am happy on every occasion to offer
those little delicate compliments which are always acceptable to ladies. I
have more than once observed to Lady Catherine, that her charming
daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank,
instead of giving her consequence, would be adorned by her. These are the
kind of little things which please her ladyship, and it is a sort of attention
which I conceive myself peculiarly bound to pay.”
“You judge very properly,” said Mr. Bennet, “and it is happy for you that
you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these
pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the
result of previous study?”
“They arise chiefly from what is passing at the time, and though I
sometimes amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant
compliments as may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give
them as unstudied an air as possible.”
Mr. Bennet’s expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd
as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment,
maintaining at the same time the most resolute composure of countenance,
and except in an occasional glance at Elizabeth, requiring no partner in
his pleasure.
By teatime, however, the dose had been enough, and Mr. Bennet was glad
to take his guest into the drawing-room again, and when tea was over, glad
to invite him to read aloud to the ladies. Mr. Collins readily assented, and a
book was produced; but on beholding it, (for everything announced it to be
from a circulating library), he started back, and begging pardon, protested
that he never read novels. Kitty stared at him, and Lydia exclaimed. Other
books were produced, and after some deliberation he chose Fordyce’s
Sermons. Lydia gaped as he opened the volume, and before he had, with
very monotonous solemnity, read three pages, she interrupted him with —
“Do you know, mama, that my uncle Philips talks of turning away
Richard, and if he does, Colonel Forster will hire him. My aunt told me so
herself on Saturday. I shall walk to Meryton tomorrow to hear more about it,
and to ask when Mr. Denny comes back from town.”
Lydia was bid by her two eldest sisters to hold her tongue; but Mr. Collins,
much offended, laid aside his book, and said —
“I have often observed how little young ladies are interested by books of a
serious stamp, though written solely for their benefit. It amazes me, I
confess; —for certainly, there can be nothing so advantageous to them as
instruction. But I will no longer importune my young cousin.”
Then turning to Mr. Bennet, he offered himself as his antagonist at
backgammon. Mr. Bennet accepted the challenge, observing that he acted
very wisely in leaving the girls to their own trifling amusements.
Mrs. Bennet and her daughters apologised most civilly for Lydia’s
interruption, and promised that it should not occur again, if he would
resume his book; but Mr. Collins, after assuring them that he bore his
young cousin no ill will, and should never resent her behaviour as any
affront, seated himself at another table with Mr. Bennet, and prepared
for backgammon.
XV
Mr. Collins was not a sensible man, and the deficiency of nature had been
but little assisted by education or society; the greatest part of his life having
been spent under the guidance of an illiterate and miserly father; and
though he belonged to one of the universities, he had merely kept the
necessary terms, without forming at it any useful acquaintance. The
subjection in which his father had brought him up, had given him originally
great humility of manner, but it was now a good deal counteracted by the
self-conceit of a weak head, living in retirement, and the consequential
feelings of early and unexpected prosperity. A fortunate chance had
recommended him to Lady Catherine de Bourgh when the living of
Hunsford was vacant; and the respect which he felt for her high rank, and
his veneration for her as his patroness, mingling with a very good opinion
of himself, of his authority as a clergyman, and his rights as a rector, made
him altogether a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance
and humility.
Having now a good house and very sufficient income, he intended to
marry; and in seeking a reconciliation with the Longbourn family he had a
wife in view, as he meant to choose one of the daughters, if he found them as
handsome and amiable as they were represented by common report. This
was his plan of amends —of atonement —for inheriting their father’s estate;
and he thought it an excellent one, full of eligibility and suitableness, and
excessively generous and disinterested on his own part.
His plan did not vary on seeing them. Miss Bennet’s lovely face confirmed
his views, and established all his strictest notions of what was due to
seniority; and for the first evening she was his settled choice. The next
morning, however, made an alteration; for in a quarter of an hour’s tête-à-
tête with Mrs. Bennet before breakfast, a conversation beginning with his
parsonage-house, and leading naturally to the avowal of his hopes, that a
mistress for it might be found at Longbourn, produced from her, amid very
complaisant smiles and general encouragement, a caution against the very
Jane he had fixed on. “As to her younger daughters she could not take upon
her to say —she could not positively answer —but she did not know of any
prepossession; —her eldest daughter, she must just mention —she felt it
incumbent on her to hint, was likely to be very soon engaged.”
Mr. Collins had only to change from Jane to Elizabeth —and it was soon
done —done while Mrs. Bennet was stirring the fire. Elizabeth, equally next
to Jane in birth and beauty, succeeded her of course.
Mrs. Bennet treasured up the hint, and trusted that she might soon have
two daughters married; and the man whom she could not bear to speak of
the day before, was now high in her good graces.
Lydia’s intention of walking to Meryton was not forgotten; every sister
except Mary agreed to go with her; and Mr. Collins was to attend them, at
the request of Mr. Bennet, who was most anxious to get rid of him, and have
his library to himself; for thither Mr. Collins had followed him after
breakfast, and there he would continue, nominally engaged with one of the
largest folios in the collection, but really talking to Mr. Bennet, with little
cessation, of his house and garden at Hunsford. Such doings discomposed
Mr. Bennet exceedingly. In his library he had been always sure of leisure and
tranquillity; and though prepared, as he told Elizabeth, to meet with folly
and conceit in every other room in the house, he was used to be free from
them there; his civility, therefore, was most prompt in inviting Mr. Collins to
join his daughters in their walk; and Mr. Collins, being in fact much better
fitted for a walker than a reader, was extremely well pleased to close his
large book, and go.
In pompous nothings on his side, and civil assents on that of his cousins,
their time passed till they entered Meryton. The attention of the younger
ones was then no longer to be gained by him. Their eyes were immediately
wandering up in the street in quest of the officers, and nothing less than a
very smart bonnet indeed, or a really new muslin in a shop window, could
recall them.
But the attention of every lady was soon caught by a young man, whom
they had never seen before, of most gentleman-like appearance, walking
with an officer on the other side of the way. The officer was the very
Mr. Denny, concerning whose return from London Lydia came to inquire,
and he bowed as they passed. All were struck with the stranger’s air, all
wondered who he could be, and Kitty and Lydia, determined if possible to
find out, led the way across the street, under pretence of wanting something
in an opposite shop, and fortunately had just gained the pavement when the
two gentlemen turning back had reached the same spot. Mr. Denny
addressed them directly, and entreated permission to introduce his friend,
Mr. Wickham, who had returned with him the day before from town, and he
was happy to say had accepted a commission in their corps. This was exactly
as it should be; for the young man wanted only regimentals to make him
completely charming. His appearance was greatly in his favour; he had all
the best part of beauty, a fine countenance, a good figure, and very pleasing
address. The introduction was followed up on his side by a happy readiness
of conversation —a readiness at the same time perfectly correct and
unassuming; and the whole party were still standing and talking together
very agreeably, when the sound of horses drew their notice, and Darcy and
Bingley were seen riding down the street. On distinguishing the ladies of the
group, the two gentlemen came directly towards them, and began the usual
civilities. Bingley was the principal spokesman, and Miss Bennet the
principal object. He was then, he said, on his way to Longbourn on purpose
to inquire after her. Mr. Darcy corroborated it with a bow, and was
beginning to determine not to fix his eyes on Elizabeth, when they were
suddenly arrested by the sight of the stranger, and Elizabeth happening to
see the countenance of both as they looked at each other, was all
astonishment at the effect of the meeting. Both changed colour, one looked
white, the other red. Mr. Wickham, after a few moments, touched his hat —a
salutation which Mr. Darcy just deigned to return. What could be the
meaning of it? —It was impossible to imagine; it was impossible not to long
to know.
In another minute Mr. Bingley, but without seeming to have noticed what
passed, took leave and rode on with his friend.
Mr. Denny and Mr. Wickham walked with the young ladies to the door of
Mr. Philips’s house, and then made their bows, in spite of Miss Lydia’s
pressing entreaties that they would come in, and even in spite of
Mrs. Philips’ throwing up the parlour window, and loudly seconding
the invitation.
Mrs. Philips was always glad to see her nieces, and the two eldest, from
their recent absence, were particularly welcome, and she was eagerly
expressing her surprise at their sudden return home, which, as their own
carriage had not fetched them, she should have known nothing about, if she
had not happened to see Mr. Jones’s shop boy in the street, who had told her
that they were not to send any more draughts to Netherfield because the
Miss Bennets were come away, when her civility was claimed towards
Mr. Collins by Jane’s introduction of him. She received him with her very
best politeness, which he returned with as much more, apologising for his
intrusion, without any previous acquaintance with her, which he could not
help flattering himself however might be justified by his relationship to the
young ladies who introduced him to her notice. Mrs. Philips was quite awed
by such an excess of good breeding; but her contemplation of one stranger
was soon put an end to by exclamations and inquiries about the other, of
whom, however, she could only tell her nieces what they already knew, that
Mr. Denny had brought him from London, and that he was to have a
lieutenant’s commission in the ⸺⸺ shire. She had been watching him the
last hour, she said, as he walked up and down the street, and had
Mr. Wickham appeared Kitty and Lydia would certainly have continued the
occupation, but unluckily no one passed the windows now except a few of
the officers, who in comparison with the stranger, were become “stupid,
disagreeable fellows.” Some of them were to dine with the Philipses the next
day, and their aunt promised to make her husband call on Mr. Wickham,
and give him an invitation also, if the family from Longbourn would come in
the evening. This was agreed to, and Mrs. Philips protested that they would
have a nice comfortable noisy game of lottery tickets, and a little bit of hot
supper afterwards. The prospect of such delights was very cheering, and
they parted in mutual good spirits. Mr. Collins repeated his apologies in
quitting the room, and was assured with unwearying civility that they were
perfectly needless.
As they walked home, Elizabeth related to Jane what she had seen pass
between the two gentlemen; but though Jane would have defended either or
both, had they appeared to be wrong, she could no more explain such
behaviour than her sister.
Mr. Collins on his return highly gratified Mrs. Bennet by admiring
Mrs. Philips’s manners and politeness. He protested that except Lady
Catherine and her daughter, he had never seen a more elegant woman; for
she had not only received him with the utmost civility, but had even
pointedly included him in her invitation for the next evening, although
utterly unknown to her before. Something he supposed might be attributed
to his connection with them, but yet he had never met with so much
attention in the whole course of his life.
XVI
As no objection was made to the young people’s engagement with their aunt,
and all Mr. Collins’s scruples of leaving Mr. and Mrs. Bennet for a single
evening during his visit were most steadily resisted, the coach conveyed him
and his five cousins at a suitable hour to Meryton; and the girls had the
pleasure of hearing, as they entered the drawing-room, that Mr. Wickham
had accepted their uncle’s invitation, and was then in the house.
When this information was given, and they had all taken their seats,
Mr. Collins was at leisure to look around him and admire, and he was so
much struck with the size and furniture of the apartment, that he declared
he might almost have supposed himself in the small summer breakfast
parlour at Rosings; a comparison that did not at first convey much
gratification; but when Mrs. Philips understood from him what Rosings was,
and who was its proprietor, when she had listened to the description of only
one of Lady Catherine’s drawing-rooms, and found that the chimneypiece
alone had cost eight hundred pounds, she felt all the force of the
compliment, and would hardly have resented a comparison with the
housekeeper’s room.
In describing to her all the grandeur of Lady Catherine and her mansion,
with occasional digressions in praise of his own humble abode, and the
improvements it was receiving, he was happily employed until the
gentlemen joined them; and he found in Mrs. Philips a very attentive
listener, whose opinion of his consequence increased with what she heard,
and who was resolving to retail it all among her neighbours as soon as she
could. To the girls, who could not listen to their cousin, and who had
nothing to do but to wish for an instrument, and examine their own
indifferent imitations of china on the mantlepiece, the interval of waiting
appeared very long. It was over at last however. The gentlemen did
approach; and when Mr. Wickham walked into the room, Elizabeth felt that
she had neither been seeing him before, nor thinking of him since, with the
smallest degree of unreasonable admiration. The officers of the ⸺⸺ shire
were in general a very creditable, gentleman-like set, and the best of them
were of the present party; but Mr. Wickham was as far beyond them all in
person, countenance, air, and walk, as they were superior to the broad-faced
stuffy uncle Philips, breathing port wine, who followed them into the room.
Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye
was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seated
himself; and the agreeable manner in which he immediately fell into
conversation, though it was only on its being a wet night, and on the
probability of a rainy season, made her feel that the commonest, dullest,
most threadbare topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of
the speaker.
With such rivals for the notice of the fair, as Mr. Wickham and the
officers, Mr. Collins seemed likely to sink into insignificance; to the young
ladies he certainly was nothing; but he had still at intervals a kind listener in
Mrs. Philips, and was, by her watchfulness, most abundantly supplied with
coffee and muffin.
When the card tables were placed, he had an opportunity of obliging her
in return, by sitting down to whist.
“I know little of the game, at present,” said he, “but I shall be glad to
improve myself, for in my situation of life —” Mrs. Philips was very thankful
for his compliance, but could not wait for his reason.
Mr. Wickham did not play at whist, and with ready delight was he
received at the other table between Elizabeth and Lydia. At first there
seemed danger of Lydia’s engrossing him entirely, for she was a most
determined talker; but being likewise extremely fond of lottery tickets, she
soon grew too much interested in the game, too eager in making bets and
exclaiming after prizes, to have attention for anyone in particular. Allowing
for the common demands of the game, Mr. Wickham was therefore at
leisure to talk to Elizabeth, and she was very willing to hear him, though
what she chiefly wished to hear she could not hope to be told, the history of
his acquaintance with Mr. Darcy. She dared not even mention that
gentleman. Her curiosity however was unexpectedly relieved. Mr. Wickham
began the subject himself. He inquired how far Netherfield was from
Meryton; and, after receiving her answer, asked in a hesitating manner how
long Mr. Darcy had been staying there.
“About a month,” said Elizabeth; and then, unwilling to let the
subject drop, added, “He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire,
I understand.”
“Yes,” replied Wickham; —“his estate there is a noble one. A clear ten
thousand per annum. You could not have met with a person more capable of
giving you certain information on that head than myself —for I have been
connected with his family in a particular manner from my infancy.”
Elizabeth could not but look surprised.
“You may well be surprised, Miss Bennet, at such an assertion, after
seeing, as you probably might, the very cold manner of our meeting
yesterday. Are you much acquainted with Mr. Darcy?”
“As much as I ever wish to be,” cried Elizabeth warmly —“I have spent four
days in the same house with him, and I think him very disagreeable.”
“I have no right to give my opinion,” said Wickham, “as to his being
agreeable or otherwise. I am not qualified to form one. I have known him
too long and too well to be a fair judge. It is impossible for me to be
impartial. But I believe your opinion of him would in general astonish —and
perhaps you would not express it quite so strongly anywhere else. Here you
are in your own family.”
“Upon my word I say no more here than I might say in any house in the
neighbourhood, except Netherfield. He is not at all liked in Hertfordshire.
Everybody is disgusted with his pride. You will not find him more favourably
spoken of by anyone.”
“I cannot pretend to be sorry,” said Wickham, after a short interruption,
“that he or that any man should not be estimated beyond their deserts; but
with him I believe it does not often happen. The world is blinded by his
fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners,
and sees him only as he chooses to be seen.”
“I should take him, even on my slight acquaintance, to be an ill-tempered
man.” Wickham only shook his head.
“I wonder,” said he, at the next opportunity of speaking, “whether he is
likely to be in this country much longer.”
“I do not at all know; but I heard nothing of his going away when I was at
Netherfield. I hope your plans in favour of the ⸺⸺ shire will not be affected
by his being in the neighbourhood.”
“Oh! no —it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to
avoid seeing me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms, and it always
gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason for avoiding him but what I
might proclaim to all the world; a sense of very great ill usage, and most
painful regrets at his being what he is. His father, Miss Bennet, the late
Mr. Darcy, was one of the best men that ever breathed, and the truest friend
I ever had; and I can never be in company with this Mr. Darcy without being
grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections. His behaviour to
myself has been scandalous; but I verily believe I could forgive him anything
and everything, rather than his disappointing the hopes and disgracing the
memory of his father.”
Elizabeth found the interest of the subject increase, and listened with all
her heart; but the delicacy of it prevented farther inquiry.
Mr. Wickham began to speak on more general topics, Meryton, the
neighbourhood, the society, appearing highly pleased with all that he had
yet seen, and speaking of the latter especially, with gentle but very
intelligible gallantry.
“It was the prospect of constant society, and good society,” he added,
“which was my chief inducement to enter the ⸺⸺ shire. I knew it to be a
most respectable, agreeable corps, and my friend Denny tempted me farther
by his account of their present quarters, and the very great attentions and
excellent acquaintance Meryton had procured them. Society, I own, is
necessary to me. I have been a disappointed man, and my spirits will not
bear solitude. I must have employment and society. A military life is not
what I was intended for, but circumstances have now made it eligible. The
church ought to have been my profession —I was brought up for the church,
and I should at this time have been in possession of a most valuable living,
had it pleased the gentleman we were speaking of just now.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes —the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of the best
living in his gift. He was my godfather, and excessively attached to me. I
cannot do justice to his kindness. He meant to provide for me amply, and
thought he had done it; but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere.”
“Good heavens!” cried Elizabeth; “but how could that be? —How could his
will be disregarded? —Why did not you seek legal redress?”
“There was just such an informality in the terms of the bequest as to give
me no hope from law. A man of honour could not have doubted the
intention, but Mr. Darcy chose to doubt it —or to treat it as a merely
conditional recommendation, and to assert that I had forfeited all claim to it
by extravagance, imprudence, in short anything or nothing. Certain it is,
that the living became vacant two years ago, exactly as I was of an age to
hold it, and that it was given to another man; and no less certain is it, that I
cannot accuse myself of having really done anything to deserve to lose it. I
have a warm, unguarded temper, and I may perhaps have sometimes spoken
my opinion of him, and to him, too freely. I can recall nothing worse. But the
fact is, that we are very different sort of men, and that he hates me.”
“This is quite shocking! —He deserves to be publicly disgraced.”
“Some time or other he will be —but it shall not be by me. Till I can forget
his father, I can never defy or expose him.”
Elizabeth honoured him for such feelings, and thought him handsomer
than ever as he expressed them.
“But what,” said she, after a pause, “can have been his motive? —what can
have induced him to behave so cruelly?”
“A thorough, determined dislike of me —a dislike which I cannot but
attribute in some measure to jealousy. Had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less,
his son might have borne with me better; but his father’s uncommon
attachment to me, irritated him I believe very early in life. He had not a
temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood —the sort of
preference which was often given me.”
“I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this —though I have never liked
him, I had not thought so very ill of him —I had supposed him to be
despising his fellow-creatures in general, but did not suspect him of
descending to such malicious revenge, such injustice, such inhumanity
as this!”
After a few minutes reflection, however, she continued, “I do remember
his boasting one day, at Netherfield, of the implacability of his resentments,
of his having an unforgiving temper. His disposition must be dreadful.”
“I will not trust myself on the subject,” replied Wickham, “I can hardly be
just to him.”
Elizabeth was again deep in thought, and after a time exclaimed, “To treat
in such a manner, the godson, the friend, the favourite of his father!” —She
could have added, “A young man too, like you, whose very countenance may
vouch for your being amiable” —but she contented herself with “And one,
too, who had probably been his own companion from childhood, connected
together, as I think you said, in the closest manner!”
“We were born in the same parish, within the same park, the greatest part
of our youth was passed together; inmates of the same house, sharing the
same amusements, objects of the same parental care. My father began life in
the profession which your uncle, Mr. Philips, appears to do so much credit
to —but he gave up everything to be of use to the late Mr. Darcy, and devoted
all his time to the care of the Pemberley property. He was most highly
esteemed by Mr. Darcy, a most intimate, confidential friend. Mr. Darcy
often acknowledged himself to be under the greatest obligations to my
father’s active superintendance, and when immediately before my father’s
death, Mr. Darcy gave him a voluntary promise of providing for me, I am
convinced that he felt it to be as much a debt of gratitude to him, as of
affection to myself.”
“How strange!” cried Elizabeth. “How abominable! —I wonder that the
very pride of this Mr. Darcy has not made him just to you! —If from no better
motive, that he should not have been too proud to be dishonest —for
dishonesty I must call it.”
“It is wonderful,” —replied Wickham —“for almost all his actions may be
traced to pride; —and pride has often been his best friend. It has connected
him nearer with virtue than any other feeling. But we are none of us
consistent; and in his behaviour to me, there were stronger impulses even
than pride.”
“Can such abominable pride as his, have ever done him good?”
“Yes. It has often led him to be liberal and generous —to give his money
freely, to display hospitality, to assist his tenants, and relieve the poor.
Family pride, and filial pride, for he is very proud of what his father was,
have done this. Not to appear to disgrace his family, to degenerate from the
popular qualities, or lose the influence of the Pemberley House, is a
powerful motive. He has also brotherly pride, which with some brotherly
affection, makes him a very kind and careful guardian of his sister; and you
will hear him generally cried up as the most attentive and best of brothers.”
“What sort of a girl is Miss Darcy?”
He shook his head. “I wish I could call her amiable. It gives me pain to
speak ill of a Darcy. But she is too much like her brother —very, very proud.
As a child, she was affectionate and pleasing, and extremely fond of me; and
I have devoted hours and hours to her amusement. But she is nothing to me
now. She is a handsome girl, about fifteen or sixteen, and I understand
highly accomplished. Since her father’s death, her home has been London,
where a lady lives with her, and superintends her education.”
After many pauses and many trials of other subjects, Elizabeth could not
help reverting once more to the first, and saying —
“I am astonished at his intimacy with Mr. Bingley! How can Mr. Bingley,
who seems good humour itself, and is, I really believe, truly amiable, be
in friendship with such a man? How can they suit each other? —Do you
know Mr. Bingley?”
“Not at all.”
“He is a sweet tempered, amiable, charming man. He cannot know what
Mr. Darcy is.”
“Probably not; —but Mr. Darcy can please where he chooses. He does not
want abilities. He can be a conversible companion if he thinks it worth his
while. Among those who are at all his equals in consequence, he is a very
different man from what he is to the less prosperous. His pride never
deserts him; but with the rich, he is liberal-minded, just, sincere, rational,
honourable, and perhaps agreeable —allowing something for fortune
and figure.”
The whist party soon afterwards breaking up, the players gathered round
the other table, and Mr. Collins took his station between his cousin
Elizabeth and Mrs. Philips. The usual inquiries as to his success were made
by the latter. It had not been very great; he had lost every point; but when
Mrs. Philips began to express her concern thereupon, he assured her with
much earnest gravity that it was not of the least importance, that he
considered the money as a mere trifle, and begged she would not make
herself uneasy.
“I know very well, madam,” said he, “that when persons sit down to a card
table, they must take their chance of these things —and happily I am not in
such circumstances as to make five shillings any object. There are
undoubtedly many who could not say the same, but thanks to Lady
Catherine de Bourgh, I am removed far beyond the necessity of regarding
little matters.”
Mr. Wickham’s attention was caught; and after observing Mr. Collins for a
few moments, he asked Elizabeth in a low voice whether her relation were
very intimately acquainted with the family of de Bourgh.
“Lady Catherine de Bourgh,” she replied, “has very lately given him a
living. I hardly know how Mr. Collins was first introduced to her notice, but
he certainly has not known her long.”
“You know of course that Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Lady Anne Darcy
were sisters; consequently that she is aunt to the present Mr. Darcy.”
“No, indeed, I did not. I knew nothing at all of Lady Catherine’s
connections. I never heard of her existence till the day before yesterday.”
“Her daughter, Miss de Bourgh, will have a very large fortune, and it is
believed that she and her cousin will unite the two estates.”
This information made Elizabeth smile, as she thought of poor Miss
Bingley. Vain indeed must be all her attentions, vain and useless her
affection for his sister and her praise of himself, if he were already self-
destined to another.
“Mr. Collins,” said she, “speaks highly both of Lady Catherine and her
daughter; but from some particulars that he has related of her ladyship, I
suspect his gratitude misleads him, and that in spite of her being his
patroness, she is an arrogant, conceited woman.”
“I believe her to be both in a great degree,” replied Wickham; “I have not
seen her for many years, but I very well remember that I never liked her,
and that her manners were dictatorial and insolent. She has the reputation
of being remarkably sensible and clever; but I rather believe she derives part
of her abilities from her rank and fortune, part from her authoritative
manner, and the rest from the pride of her nephew, who chooses that
everyone connected with him should have an understanding of the
first class.”
Elizabeth allowed that he had given a very rational account of it, and they
continued talking together with mutual satisfaction till supper put an end to
cards; and gave the rest of the ladies their share of Mr. Wickham’s
attentions. There could be no conversation in the noise of Mrs. Philips’s
supper party, but his manners recommended him to everybody. Whatever
he said, was said well; and whatever he did, done gracefully. Elizabeth went
away with her head full of him. She could think of nothing but of
Mr. Wickham, and of what he had told her, all the way home; but there was
not time for her even to mention his name as they went, for neither Lydia
nor Mr. Collins were once silent. Lydia talked incessantly of lottery tickets,
of the fish she had lost and the fish she had won, and Mr. Collins, in
describing the civility of Mr. and Mrs. Philips, protesting that he did not in
the least regard his losses at whist, enumerating all the dishes at supper, and
repeatedly fearing that he crowded his cousins, had more to say than he
could well manage before the carriage stopped at Longbourn House.
XVII
Elizabeth related to Jane the next day, what had passed between
Mr. Wickham and herself. Jane listened with astonishment and concern; —
she knew not how to believe that Mr. Darcy could be so unworthy of
Mr. Bingley’s regard; and yet, it was not in her nature to question the
veracity of a young man of such amiable appearance as Wickham. The
possibility of his having really endured such unkindness, was enough to
interest all her tender feelings; and nothing therefore remained to be
done, but to think well of them both, to defend the conduct of each, and
throw into the account of accident or mistake, whatever could not be
otherwise explained.
“They have both,” said she, “been deceived, I dare say, in some way or
other, of which we can form no idea. Interested people have perhaps
misrepresented each to the other. It is, in short, impossible for us to
conjecture the causes or circumstances which may have alienated them,
without actual blame on either side.”
“Very true, indeed; —and now, my dear Jane, what have you got to say
in behalf of the interested people who have probably been concerned
in the business? —Do clear them too, or we shall be obliged to think ill
of somebody.”
“Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my
opinion. My dearest Lizzy, do but consider in what a disgraceful light it
places Mr. Darcy, to be treating his father’s favourite in such a manner —one,
whom his father had promised to provide for. It is impossible. No man of
common humanity, no man who had any value for his character, could be
capable of it. Can his most intimate friends be so excessively deceived in
him? oh! no.”
“I can much more easily believe Mr. Bingley’s being imposed on, than that
Mr. Wickham should invent such a history of himself as he gave me last
night; names, facts, everything mentioned without ceremony. If it be not so,
let Mr. Darcy contradict it. Besides, there was truth in his looks.”
“It is difficult indeed —it is distressing. One does not know what to think.”
“I beg your pardon; —one knows exactly what to think.”
But Jane could think with certainty on only one point —that Mr. Bingley,
if he had been imposed on, would have much to suffer when the affair
became public.
The two young ladies were summoned from the shrubbery where this
conversation passed, by the arrival of some of the very persons of whom
they had been speaking; Mr. Bingley and his sisters came to give their
personal invitation for the long expected ball at Netherfield, which was fixed
for the following Tuesday. The two ladies were delighted to see their dear
friend again, called it an age since they had met, and repeatedly asked what
she had been doing with herself since their separation. To the rest of the
family they paid little attention; avoiding Mrs. Bennet as much as possible,
saying not much to Elizabeth, and nothing at all to the others. They were
soon gone again, rising from their seats with an activity which took their
brother by surprise, and hurrying off as if eager to escape from
Mrs. Bennet’s civilities.
The prospect of the Netherfield ball was extremely agreeable to every
female of the family. Mrs. Bennet chose to consider it as given in
compliment to her eldest daughter, and was particularly flattered by
receiving the invitation from Mr. Bingley himself, instead of a ceremonious
card. Jane pictured to herself a happy evening in the society of her two
friends, and the attentions of their brother; and Elizabeth thought with
pleasure of dancing a great deal with Mr. Wickham, and of seeing a
confirmation of everything in Mr. Darcy’s looks and behaviour. The
happiness anticipated by Catherine and Lydia, depended less on any single
event, or any particular person, for though they each, like Elizabeth, meant
to dance half the evening with Mr. Wickham, he was by no means the only
partner who could satisfy them, and a ball was at any rate, a ball. And even
Mary could assure her family that she had no disinclination for it.
“While I can have my mornings to myself,” said she, “it is enough. I think
it no sacrifice to join occasionally in evening engagements. Society has
claims on us all; and I profess myself one of those who consider intervals of
recreation and amusement as desirable for everybody.”
Elizabeth’s spirits were so high on the occasion, that though she did not
often speak unnecessarily to Mr. Collins, she could not help asking him
whether he intended to accept Mr. Bingley’s invitation, and if he did,
whether he would think it proper to join in the evening’s amusement; and
she was rather surprised to find that he entertained no scruple whatever on
that head, and was very far from dreading a rebuke either from the
Archbishop, or Lady Catherine de Bourgh, by venturing to dance.
“I am by no means of opinion, I assure you,” said he, “that a ball of this
kind, given by a young man of character, to respectable people, can have any
evil tendency; and I am so far from objecting to dancing myself that I shall
hope to be honoured with the hands of all my fair cousins in the course of
the evening, and I take this opportunity of soliciting yours, Miss Elizabeth,
for the two first dances especially —a preference which I trust my cousin
Jane will attribute to the right cause, and not to any disrespect for her.”
Elizabeth felt herself completely taken in. She had fully proposed being
engaged by Wickham for those very dances: —and to have Mr. Collins
instead! her liveliness had been never worse timed. There was no help for it
however. Mr. Wickham’s happiness and her own was per force delayed a
little longer, and Mr. Collins’s proposal accepted with as good a grace as she
could. She was not the better pleased with his gallantry, from the idea it
suggested of something more. It now first struck her, that she was selected
from among her sisters as worthy of being the mistress of Hunsford
Parsonage, and of assisting to form a quadrille table at Rosings, in the
absence of more eligible visitors. The idea soon reached to conviction, as she
observed his increasing civilities toward herself, and heard his frequent
attempt at a compliment on her wit and vivacity; and though more
astonished than gratified herself, by this effect of her charms, it was not long
before her mother gave her to understand that the probability of their
marriage was exceedingly agreeable to her. Elizabeth however did not
choose to take the hint, being well aware that a serious dispute must be the
consequence of any reply. Mr. Collins might never make the offer, and till he
did, it was useless to quarrel about him.
If there had not been a Netherfield ball to prepare for and talk of, the
younger Miss Bennets would have been in a pitiable state at this time, for
from the day of the invitation, to the day of the ball, there was such a
succession of rain as prevented their walking to Meryton once. No aunt, no
officers, no news could be sought after; —the very shoe-roses for Netherfield
were got by proxy. Even Elizabeth might have found some trial of her
patience in weather, which totally suspended the improvement of her
acquaintance with Mr. Wickham; and nothing less than a dance on Tuesday,
could have made such a Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday, endurable to
Kitty and Lydia.
XVIII
Till Elizabeth entered the drawing-room at Netherfield and looked in vain
for Mr. Wickham among the cluster of red coats there assembled, a doubt of
his being present had never occurred to her. The certainty of meeting him
had not been checked by any of those recollections that might not
unreasonably have alarmed her. She had dressed with more than usual care,
and prepared in the highest spirits for the conquest of all that remained
unsubdued of his heart, trusting that it was not more than might be won in
the course of the evening. But in an instant arose the dreadful suspicion of
his being purposely omitted for Mr. Darcy’s pleasure in the Bingleys’
invitation to the officers; and though this was not exactly the case, the
absolute fact of his absence was pronounced by his friend Mr. Denny, to
whom Lydia eagerly applied, and who told them that Wickham had been
obliged to go to town on business the day before, and was not yet returned;
adding, with a significant smile —
“I do not imagine his business would have called him away just now, if he
had not wished to avoid a certain gentleman here.”
This part of his intelligence, though unheard by Lydia, was caught by
Elizabeth, and as it assured her that Darcy was not less answerable for
Wickham’s absence than if her first surmise had been just, every feeling of
displeasure against the former was so sharpened by immediate
disappointment, that she could hardly reply with tolerable civility to the
polite inquiries which he directly afterwards approached to make. Attention,
forbearance, patience with Darcy, was injury to Wickham. She was resolved
against any sort of conversation with him, and turned away with a degree of
ill humour, which she could not wholly surmount even in speaking to
Mr. Bingley, whose blind partiality provoked her.
But Elizabeth was not formed for ill-humour; and though every prospect
of her own was destroyed for the evening, it could not dwell long on her
spirits; and having told all her griefs to Charlotte Lucas, whom she had not
seen for a week, she was soon able to make a voluntary transition to the
oddities of her cousin, and to point him out to her particular notice. The two
first dances, however, brought a return of distress; they were dances of
mortification. Mr. Collins, awkward and solemn, apologising instead of
attending, and often moving wrong without being aware of it, gave her all
the shame and misery which a disagreeable partner for a couple of dances
can give. The moment of her release from him was ecstacy.
She danced next with an officer, and had the refreshment of talking of
Wickham, and of hearing that he was universally liked. When those dances
were over she returned to Charlotte Lucas, and was in conversation with
her, when she found herself suddenly addressed by Mr. Darcy, who took her
so much by surprise in his application for her hand, that, without knowing
what she did, she accepted him. He walked away again immediately, and she
was left to fret over her own want of presence of mind; Charlotte tried to
console her.
“I dare say you will find him very agreeable.”
“Heaven forbid! —That would be the greatest misfortune of all! —To find
a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate! —Do not wish me such
an evil.”
When the dancing recommenced, however, and Darcy approached to
claim her hand, Charlotte could not help cautioning her in a whisper not to
be a simpleton and allow her fancy for Wickham to make her appear
unpleasant in the eyes of a man of ten times his consequence. Elizabeth
made no answer, and took her place in the set, amazed at the dignity to
which she was arrived in being allowed to stand opposite to Mr. Darcy, and
reading in her neighbours’ looks their equal amazement in beholding it.
They stood for some time without speaking a word; and she began to
imagine that their silence was to last through the two dances, and at first
was resolved not to break it; till suddenly fancying that it would be the
greater punishment to her partner to oblige him to talk, she made some
slight observation on the dance. He replied, and was again silent. After a
pause of some minutes she addressed him a second time with —“It is your
turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you
ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number
of couples.”
He smiled, and assured her that whatever she wished him to say should
be said.
“Very well. That reply will do for the present. Perhaps by and bye I may
observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones. But now we
may be silent.”
“Do you talk by rule then, while you are dancing?”
“Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be
entirely silent for half an hour together, and yet for the advantage of some,
conversation ought to be so arranged as that they may have the trouble of
saying as little as possible.”
“Are you consulting your own feelings in the present case, or do you
imagine that you are gratifying mine?”
“Both,” replied Elizabeth archly; “for I have always seen a great similarity
in the turn of our minds. We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition,
unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze
the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the éclat of
a proverb.”
“This is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure,”
said he. “How near it may be to mine, I cannot pretend to say. You think it a
faithful portrait undoubtedly.”
“I must not decide on my own performance.”
He made no answer, and they were again silent till they had gone down
the dance, when he asked her if she and her sisters did not very often walk to
Meryton. She answered in the affirmative, and, unable to resist the
temptation, added, “When you met us there the other day, we had just been
forming a new acquaintance.”
The effect was immediate. A deeper shade of hauteur overspread his
features, but he said not a word, and Elizabeth, though blaming herself for
her own weakness, could not go on. At length Darcy spoke, and in a
constrained manner said —
“Mr. Wickham is blessed with such happy manners as may ensure his
making friends —whether he may be equally capable of retaining them, is
less certain.”
“He has been so unlucky as to lose your friendship,” replied Elizabeth
with emphasis, “and in a manner which he is likely to suffer from all
his life.”
Darcy made no answer, and seemed desirous of changing the subject. At
that moment Sir William Lucas appeared close to them, meaning to pass
through the set to the other side of the room; but on perceiving Mr. Darcy he
stopped with a bow of superior courtesy to compliment him on his dancing
and his partner.
“I have been most highly gratified indeed, my dear Sir. Such very superior
dancing is not often seen. It is evident that you belong to the first circles.
Allow me to say, however, that your fair partner does not disgrace you, and
that I must hope to have this pleasure often repeated, especially when a
certain desirable event, my dear Miss Eliza, (glancing at her sister and
Bingley), shall take place. What congratulations will then flow in! I appeal to
Mr. Darcy: —but let me not interrupt you, Sir. You will not thank me for
detaining you from the bewitching converse of that young lady, whose bright
eyes are also upbraiding me.”
The latter part of this address was scarcely heard by Darcy; but Sir
William’s allusion to his friend seemed to strike him forcibly, and his eyes
were directed with a very serious expression towards Bingley and Jane, who
were dancing together. Recovering himself, however, shortly, he turned to
his partner, and said —
“Sir William’s interruption has made me forget what we were talking of.”
“I do not think we were speaking at all. Sir William could not have
interrupted any two people in the room who had less to say for themselves.
We have tried two or three subjects already without success, and what we
are to talk of next I cannot imagine.”
“What think you of books?” said he, smiling.
“Books —Oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the
same feelings.”
“I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least be no
want of subject. We may compare our different opinions.”
“No —I cannot talk of books in a ballroom; my head is always full of
something else.”
“The present always occupies you in such scenes —does it?” said he, with a
look of doubt.
“Yes, always,” she replied, without knowing what she said, for her
thoughts had wandered far from the subject, as soon afterwards appeared by
her suddenly exclaiming, “I remember hearing you once say, Mr. Darcy, that
you hardly ever forgave, that your resentment once created was
unappeasable. You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its being created.”
“I am,” said he, with a firm voice.
“And never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice?”
“I hope not.”
“It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to
be secure of judging properly at first.”
“May I ask to what these questions tend?”
“Merely to the illustration of your character,” said she, endeavouring to
shake off her gravity. “I am trying to make it out.”
“And what is your success?”
She shook her head. “I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts
of you as puzzle me exceedingly.”
“I can readily believe,” answered he gravely, “that report may vary greatly
with respect to me; and I could wish, Miss Bennet, that you were not to
sketch my character at the present moment, as there is reason to fear that
the performance would reflect no credit on either.”
“But if I do not take your likeness now, I may never have
another opportunity.”
“I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours,” he coldly replied.
She said no more, and they went down the other dance and parted in
silence; on each side dissatisfied, though not to an equal degree, for in
Darcy’s breast there was a tolerable powerful feeling towards her, which
soon procured her pardon, and directed all his anger against another.
They had not long separated when Miss Bingley came towards her, and
with an expression of civil disdain thus accosted her —
“So, Miss Eliza, I hear you are quite delighted with George Wickham! —
Your sister has been talking to me about him, and asking me a thousand
questions; and I find that the young man forgot to tell you, among his other
communications, that he was the son of old Wickham, the late Mr. Darcy’s
steward. Let me recommend you, however, as a friend, not to give implicit
confidence to all his assertions; for as to Mr. Darcy’s using him ill, it is
perfectly false; for, on the contrary, he has been always remarkably kind to
him, though George Wickham has treated Mr. Darcy in a most infamous
manner. I do not know the particulars, but I know very well that Mr. Darcy
is not in the least to blame, that he cannot bear to hear George Wickham
mentioned, and that though my brother thought he could not well avoid
including him in his invitation to the officers, he was excessively glad to find
that he had taken himself out of the way. His coming into the country at all,
is a most insolent thing indeed, and I wonder how he could presume to do it.
I pity you, Miss Eliza, for this discovery of your favourite’s guilt; but really
considering his descent, one could not expect much better.”
“His guilt and his descent appear by your account to be the same,” said
Elizabeth angrily; “for I have heard you accuse him of nothing worse than of
being the son of Mr. Darcy’s steward, and of that, I can assure you, he
informed me himself.”
“I beg your pardon,” replied Miss Bingley, turning away with a sneer.
“Excuse my interference. It was kindly meant.”
“Insolent girl!” said Elizabeth to herself. “You are much mistaken if you
expect to influence me by such a paltry attack as this. I see nothing in it but
your own wilful ignorance and the malice of Mr. Darcy.” She then sought her
eldest sister, who had undertaken to make inquiries on the same subject of
Bingley. Jane met her with a smile of such sweet complacency, a glow of
such happy expression, as sufficiently marked how well she was satisfied
with the occurrences of the evening. Elizabeth instantly read her feelings,
and at that moment solicitude for Wickham, resentment against his
enemies, and everything else gave way before the hope of Jane’s being in the
fairest way for happiness.
“I want to know,” said she, with a countenance no less smiling than her
sister’s, “what you have learnt about Mr. Wickham. But perhaps you have
been too pleasantly engaged to think of any third person; in which case you
may be sure of my pardon.”
“No,” replied Jane, “I have not forgotten him; but I have nothing
satisfactory to tell you. Mr. Bingley does not know the whole of his history,
and is quite ignorant of the circumstances which have principally offended
Mr. Darcy; but he will vouch for the good conduct, the probity and honour of
his friend, and is perfectly convinced that Mr. Wickham has deserved much
less attention from Mr. Darcy than he has received; and I am sorry to say
that by his account as well as his sister’s, Mr. Wickham is by no means a
respectable young man. I am afraid he has been very imprudent, and has
deserved to lose Mr. Darcy’s regard.”
“Mr. Bingley does not know Mr. Wickham himself?”
“No; he never saw him till the other morning at Meryton.”
“This account then is what he has received from Mr. Darcy. I am perfectly
satisfied. But what does he say of the living?”
“He does not exactly recollect the circumstances, though he has heard
them from Mr. Darcy more than once, but he believes that it was left to him
conditionally only.”
“I have not a doubt of Mr. Bingley’s sincerity,” said Elizabeth warmly; “but
you must excuse my not being convinced by assurances only. Mr. Bingley’s
defence of his friend was a very able one I dare say, but since he is
unacquainted with several parts of the story, and has learnt the rest from
that friend himself, I shall venture still to think of both gentlemen as I
did before.”
She then changed the discourse to one more gratifying to each, and on
which there could be no difference of sentiment. Elizabeth listened with
delight to the happy, though modest hopes which Jane entertained of
Bingley’s regard, and said all in her power to heighten her confidence in it.
On their being joined by Mr. Bingley himself, Elizabeth withdrew to Miss
Lucas; to whose inquiry after the pleasantness of her last partner she had
scarcely replied, before Mr. Collins came up to them and told her with
great exultation that he had just been so fortunate as to make a most
important discovery.
“I have found out,” said he, “by a singular accident, that there is now in
the room a near relation of my patroness. I happened to overhear the
gentleman himself mentioning to the young lady who does the honours of
this house the names of his cousin Miss de Bourgh, and of her mother Lady
Catherine. How wonderfully these sort of things occur! Who would have
thought of my meeting with —perhaps —a nephew of Lady Catherine de
Bourgh in this assembly! —I am most thankful that the discovery is made in
time for me to pay my respects to him, which I am now going to do, and
trust he will excuse my not having done it before. My total ignorance of the
connection must plead my apology.”
“You are not going to introduce yourself to Mr. Darcy?”
“Indeed I am. I shall entreat his pardon for not having done it earlier. I
believe him to be Lady Catherine’s nephew. It will be in my power to assure
him that her ladyship was quite well yesterday se’night.”
Elizabeth tried hard to dissuade him from such a scheme; assuring him
that Mr. Darcy would consider his addressing him without introduction as
an impertinent freedom, rather than a compliment to his aunt; that it was
not in the least necessary there should be any notice on either side, and that
if it were, it must belong to Mr. Darcy, the superior in consequence, to begin
the acquaintance. Mr. Collins listened to her with the determined air of
following his own inclination, and when she ceased speaking, replied thus —
“My dear Miss Elizabeth, I have the highest opinion in the world of your
excellent judgment in all matters within the scope of your understanding,
but permit me to say that there must be a wide difference between the
established forms of ceremony amongst the laity, and those which regulate
the clergy; for give me leave to observe that I consider the clerical office as
equal in point of dignity with the highest rank in the kingdom —provided
that a proper humility of behaviour is at the same time maintained. You
must therefore allow me to follow the dictates of my conscience on this
occasion, which leads me to perform what I look on as a point of duty.
Pardon me for neglecting to profit by your advice, which on every other
subject shall be my constant guide, though in the case before us I consider
myself more fitted by education and habitual study to decide on what is
right than a young lady like yourself.” And with a low bow he left her to
attack Mr. Darcy, whose reception of his advances she eagerly watched, and
whose astonishment at being so addressed was very evident. Her cousin
prefaced his speech with a solemn bow, and though she could not hear a
word of it, she felt as if hearing it all, and saw in the motion of his lips the
words “apology,” “Hunsford,” and “Lady Catherine de Bourgh.” —It vexed
her to see him expose himself to such a man. Mr. Darcy was eyeing him with
unrestrained wonder, and when at last Mr. Collins allowed him time to
speak, replied with an air of distant civility. Mr. Collins, however, was not
discouraged from speaking again, and Mr. Darcy’s contempt seemed
abundantly increasing with the length of his second speech, and at the end
of it he only made him a slight bow, and moved another way. Mr. Collins
then returned to Elizabeth.
“I have no reason, I assure you,” said he, “to be dissatisfied with my
reception. Mr. Darcy seemed much pleased with the attention. He answered
me with the utmost civility, and even paid me the compliment of saying, that
he was so well convinced of Lady Catherine’s discernment as to be certain
she could never bestow a favour unworthily. It was really a very handsome
thought. Upon the whole, I am much pleased with him.”
As Elizabeth had no longer any interest of her own to pursue, she turned
her attention almost entirely on her sister and Mr. Bingley, and the train of
agreeable reflections which her observations gave birth to, made her
perhaps almost as happy as Jane. She saw her in idea settled in that very
house in all the felicity which a marriage of true affection could bestow; and
she felt capable under such circumstances, of endeavouring even to like
Bingley’s two sisters. Her mother’s thoughts she plainly saw were bent the
same way, and she determined not to venture near her, lest she might hear
too much. When they sat down to supper, therefore, she considered it a
most unlucky perverseness which placed them within one of each other; and
deeply was she vexed to find that her mother was talking to that one person
(Lady Lucas) freely, openly, and of nothing else but of her expectation that
Jane would be soon married to Mr. Bingley. It was an animating subject,
and Mrs. Bennet seemed incapable of fatigue while enumerating the
advantages of the match. His being such a charming young man, and so rich,
and living but three miles from them, were the first points of self-
gratulation; and then it was such a comfort to think how fond the two sisters
were of Jane, and to be certain that they must desire the connection as much
as she could do. It was, moreover, such a promising thing for her younger
daughters, as Jane’s marrying so greatly must throw them in the way of
other rich men; and lastly, it was so pleasant at her time of life to be able to
consign her single daughters to the care of their sister, that she might not be
obliged to go into company more than she liked. It was necessary to make
this circumstance a matter of pleasure, because on such occasions it is the
etiquette; but no one was less likely than Mrs. Bennet to find comfort in
staying at home at any period of her life. She concluded with many good
wishes that Lady Lucas might soon be equally fortunate, though evidently
and triumphantly believing there was no chance of it.
In vain did Elizabeth endeavour to check the rapidity of her mother’s
words, or persuade her to describe her felicity in a less audible whisper; for
to her inexpressible vexation, she could perceive that the chief of it was
overheard by Mr. Darcy, who sat opposite to them. Her mother only scolded
her for being nonsensical.
“What is Mr. Darcy to me, pray, that I should be afraid of him? I am sure
we owe him no such particular civility as to be obliged to say nothing he may
not like to hear.”
“For heaven’s sake, madam, speak lower. What advantage can it be to you
to offend Mr. Darcy? —You will never recommend yourself to his friend by
so doing.”
Nothing that she could say, however, had any influence. Her mother
would talk of her views in the same intelligible tone. Elizabeth blushed and
blushed again with shame and vexation. She could not help frequently
glancing her eye at Mr. Darcy, though every glance convinced her of what
she dreaded; for though he was not always looking at her mother, she was
convinced that his attention was invariably fixed by her. The expression of
his face changed gradually from indignant contempt to a composed and
steady gravity.
At length, however, Mrs. Bennet had no more to say; and Lady Lucas, who
had been long yawning at the repetition of delights which she saw no
likelihood of sharing, was left to the comforts of cold ham and chicken.
Elizabeth now began to revive. But not long was the interval of tranquillity;
for when supper was over, singing was talked of, and she had the
mortification of seeing Mary, after very little entreaty, preparing to oblige
the company. By many significant looks and silent entreaties, did she
endeavour to prevent such a proof of complaisance —but in vain; Mary
would not understand them; such an opportunity of exhibiting was
delightful to her, and she began her song. Elizabeth’s eyes were fixed on her
with most painful sensations; and she watched her progress through the
several stanzas with an impatience which was very ill rewarded at their
close; for Mary, on receiving amongst the thanks of the table, the hint of a
hope that she might be prevailed on to favour them again, after the pause of
half a minute began another. Mary’s powers were by no means fitted for
such a display; her voice was weak, and her manner affected. Elizabeth was
in agonies. She looked at Jane, to see how she bore it; but Jane was very
composedly talking to Bingley. She looked at his two sisters, and saw them
making signs of derision at each other, and at Darcy, who continued
however impenetrably grave. She looked at her father to entreat his
interference, lest Mary should be singing all night. He took the hint, and
when Mary had finished her second song, said aloud —
“That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough.
Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.”
Mary, though pretending not to hear, was somewhat disconcerted; and
Elizabeth sorry for her, and sorry for her father’s speech, was afraid her
anxiety had done no good. Others of the party were now applied to.
“If I,” said Mr. Collins, “were so fortunate as to be able to sing, I should
have great pleasure, I am sure, in obliging the company with an air; for I
consider music as a very innocent diversion, and perfectly compatible with
the profession of a clergyman. I do not mean however to assert that we can
be justified in devoting too much of our time to music, for there are certainly
other things to be attended to. The rector of a parish has much to do. In the
first place, he must make such an agreement for tithes as may be beneficial
to himself and not offensive to his patron. He must write his own sermons;
and the time that remains will not be too much for his parish duties, and the
care and improvement of his dwelling, which he cannot be excused from
making as comfortable as possible. And I do not think it of light importance
that he should have attentive and conciliatory manners towards everybody,
especially towards those to whom he owes his preferment. I cannot acquit
him of that duty; nor could I think well of the man who should omit an
occasion of testifying his respect towards anybody connected with the
family.” And with a bow to Mr. Darcy, he concluded his speech, which had
been spoken so loud as to be heard by half the room. Many stared. Many
smiled; but no one looked more amused than Mr. Bennet himself, while his
wife seriously commended Mr. Collins for having spoken so sensibly, and
observed in a half-whisper to Lady Lucas, that he was a remarkably clever,
good kind of young man.
To Elizabeth it appeared, that had her family made an agreement to
expose themselves as much as they could during the evening, it would have
been impossible for them to play their parts with more spirit, or finer
success; and happy did she think it for Bingley and her sister that some of
the exhibition had escaped his notice, and that his feelings were not of a sort
to be much distressed by the folly which he must have witnessed. That his
two sisters and Mr. Darcy, however, should have such an opportunity of
ridiculing her relations was bad enough, and she could not determine
whether the silent contempt of the gentleman, or the insolent smiles of the
ladies, were more intolerable.
The rest of the evening brought her little amusement. She was teased by
Mr. Collins, who continued most perseveringly by her side, and though he
could not prevail with her to dance with him again, put it out of her power to
dance with others. In vain did she entreat him to stand up with somebody
else, and offer to introduce him to any young lady in the room. He assured
her that as to dancing, he was perfectly indifferent to it; that his chief object
was by delicate attentions to recommend himself to her, and that he should
therefore make a point of remaining close to her the whole evening. There
was no arguing upon such a project. She owed her greatest relief to her
friend Miss Lucas, who often joined them, and good-naturedly engaged
Mr. Collins’s conversation to herself.
She was at least free from the offence of Mr. Darcy’s farther notice; though
often standing within a very short distance of her, quite disengaged, he
never came near enough to speak. She felt it to be the probable consequence
of her allusions to Mr. Wickham, and rejoiced in it.
The Longbourn party were the last of all the company to depart; and by a
manoeuvre of Mrs. Bennet had to wait for their carriages a quarter of an
hour after everybody else was gone, which gave them time to see how
heartily they were wished away by some of the family. Mrs. Hurst and her
sister scarcely opened their mouths except to complain of fatigue, and were
evidently impatient to have the house to themselves. They repulsed every
attempt of Mrs. Bennet at conversation, and by so doing, threw a languor
over the whole party, which was very little relieved by the long speeches of
Mr. Collins, who was complimenting Mr. Bingley and his sisters on the
elegance of their entertainment, and the hospitality and politeness which
had marked their behaviour to their guests. Darcy said nothing at all.
Mr. Bennet, in equal silence, was enjoying the scene. Mr. Bingley and Jane
were standing together, a little detached from the rest, and talked only to
each other. Elizabeth preserved as steady a silence as either Mrs. Hurst or
Miss Bingley; and even Lydia was too much fatigued to utter more than
the occasional exclamation of “Lord, how tired I am!” accompanied by a
violent yawn.
When at length they arose to take leave, Mrs. Bennet was most pressingly
civil in her hope of seeing the whole family soon at Longbourn; and
addressed herself particularly to Mr. Bingley, to assure him how happy he
would make them, by eating a family dinner with them at any time, without
the ceremony of a formal invitation. Bingley was all grateful pleasure, and he
readily engaged for taking the earliest opportunity of waiting on her, after
his return from London, whither he was obliged to go the next day for a
short time.
Mrs. Bennet was perfectly satisfied; and quitted the house under the
delightful persuasion that, allowing for the necessary preparations of
settlements, new carriages and wedding clothes, she should undoubtedly see
her daughter settled at Netherfield, in the course of three or four months. Of
having another daughter married to Mr. Collins, she thought with equal
certainty, and with considerable, though not equal, pleasure. Elizabeth was
the least dear to her of all her children; and though the man and the match
were quite good enough for her, the worth of each was eclipsed by
Mr. Bingley and Netherfield.
XIX
The next day opened a new scene at Longbourn. Mr. Collins made his
declaration in form. Having resolved to do it without loss of time, as his
leave of absence extended only to the following Saturday, and having no
feelings of diffidence to make it distressing to himself even at the moment,
he set about it in a very orderly manner, with all the observances which he
supposed a regular part of the business. On finding Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth,
and one of the younger girls together, soon after breakfast, he addressed the
mother in these words: “May I hope, Madam, for your interest with your fair
daughter Elizabeth, when I solicit for the honour of a private audience with
her in the course of this morning?”
Before Elizabeth had time for anything but a blush of surprise,
Mrs. Bennet instantly answered, “Oh dear! —Yes —certainly. I am sure Lizzy
will be very happy —I am sure she can have no objection. Come, Kitty, I want
you upstairs.” And gathering her work together, she was hastening away,
when Elizabeth called out —
“Dear Ma’am, do not go. I beg you will not go. Mr. Collins must excuse
me. He can have nothing to say to me that anybody need not hear. I am
going away myself.”
“No, no, nonsense, Lizzy. I desire you will stay where you are.” —
And upon Elizabeth’s seeming really, with vexed and embarrassed
looks, about to escape, she added, “Lizzy, I insist upon your staying and
hearing Mr. Collins.”
Elizabeth would not oppose such an injunction —and a moment’s
consideration making her also sensible that it would be wisest to get it over
as soon and as quietly as possible, she sat down again, and tried to conceal
by incessant employment the feelings which were divided between distress
and diversion. Mrs. Bennet and Kitty walked off, and as soon as they were
gone Mr. Collins began.
“Believe me, my dear Miss Elizabeth, that your modesty, so far from doing
you any disservice, rather adds to your other perfections. You would have
been less amiable in my eyes had there not been this little unwillingness; but
allow me to assure you that I have your respected mother’s permission for
this address. You can hardly doubt the purport of my discourse, however
your natural delicacy may lead you to dissemble; my attentions have been
too marked to be mistaken. Almost as soon as I entered the house I singled
you out as the companion of my future life. But before I am run away with
by my feelings on this subject, perhaps it will be advisable for me to state my
reasons for marrying —and moreover for coming into Hertfordshire with the
design of selecting a wife, as I certainly did.”
The idea of Mr. Collins, with all his solemn composure, being run away
with by his feelings, made Elizabeth so near laughing that she could not
use the short pause he allowed in any attempt to stop him farther, and
he continued:
“My reasons for marrying are, first, that I think it a right thing for every
clergyman in easy circumstances (like myself) to set the example of
matrimony in his parish. Secondly, that I am convinced it will add very
greatly to my happiness; and thirdly —which perhaps I ought to have
mentioned earlier, that it is the particular advice and recommendation of
the very noble lady whom I have the honour of calling patroness. Twice has
she condescended to give me her opinion (unasked too!) on this subject; and
it was but the very Saturday night before I left Hunsford —between our pools
at quadrille, while Mrs. Jenkinson was arranging Miss de Bourgh’s footstool,
that she said, ‘Mr. Collins, you must marry. A clergyman like you must
marry. Choose properly, choose a gentlewoman for my sake; and for your
own, let her be an active, useful sort of person, not brought up high, but able
to make a small income go a good way. This is my advice. Find such a
woman as soon as you can, bring her to Hunsford, and I will visit her.’ Allow
me, by the way, to observe, my fair cousin, that I do not reckon the notice
and kindness of Lady Catherine de Bourgh as among the least of the
advantages in my power to offer. You will find her manners beyond anything
I can describe; and your wit and vivacity I think must be acceptable to her,
especially when tempered with the silence and respect which her rank will
inevitably excite. Thus much for my general intention in favour of
matrimony; it remains to be told why my views were directed to Longbourn
instead of my own neighbourhood, where I assure you there are many
amiable young women. But the fact is, that being, as I am, to inherit this
estate after the death of your honoured father, (who, however, may live
many years longer), I could not satisfy myself without resolving to choose a
wife from among his daughters, that the loss to them might be as little as
possible, when the melancholy event takes place —which, however, as I have
already said, may not be for several years. This has been my motive, my fair
cousin, and I flatter myself it will not sink me in your esteem. And now
nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of
the violence of my affection. To fortune I am perfectly indifferent, and shall
make no demand of that nature on your father, since I am well aware that it
could not be complied with; and that one thousand pounds in the four
percents which will not be yours till after your mother’s decease, is all that
you may ever be entitled to. On that head, therefore, I shall be uniformly
silent; and you may assure yourself that no ungenerous reproach shall ever
pass my lips when we are married.”
It was absolutely necessary to interrupt him now.
“You are too hasty, Sir,” she cried. “You forget that I have made no
answer. Let me do it without farther loss of time. Accept my thanks for the
compliment you are paying me. I am very sensible of the honour of your
proposals, but it is impossible for me to do otherwise than decline them.”
“I am not now to learn,” replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the
hand, “that it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man
whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour;
and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I
am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall
hope to lead you to the altar ere long.”
“Upon my word, Sir,” cried Elizabeth, “your hope is rather an
extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of
those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to
risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am
perfectly serious in my refusal. You could not make me happy, and I am
convinced that I am the last woman in the world who would make you so.
Nay, were your friend Lady Catherine to know me, I am persuaded she
would find me in every respect ill qualified for the situation.”
“Were it certain that Lady Catherine would think so,” said Mr. Collins very
gravely —“but I cannot imagine that her ladyship would at all disapprove of
you. And you may be certain that when I have the honour of seeing her again
I shall speak in the highest terms of your modesty, economy, and other
amiable qualifications.”
“Indeed, Mr. Collins, all praise of me will be unnecessary. You must give
me leave to judge for myself, and pay me the compliment of believing what I
say. I wish you very happy and very rich, and by refusing your hand, do all in
my power to prevent your being otherwise. In making me the offer, you
must have satisfied the delicacy of your feelings with regard to my family,
and may take possession of Longbourn estate whenever it falls, without any
self-reproach. This matter may be considered, therefore, as finally settled.”
And rising as she thus spoke, she would have quitted the room, had not
Mr. Collins thus addressed her:
“When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject I
shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me;
though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to
be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application,
and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would
be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character.”
“Really, Mr. Collins,” cried Elizabeth with some warmth, “you puzzle me
exceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of
encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as may
convince you of its being one.”
“You must give me leave to flatter myself, my dear cousin, that your
refusal of my addresses is merely words of course. My reasons for believing
it are briefly these: —It does not appear to me that my hand is unworthy your
acceptance, or that the establishment I can offer would be any other than
highly desirable. My situation in life, my connections with the family of De
Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my
favour; and you should take it into farther consideration that in spite of your
manifold attractions, it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage
may ever be made you. Your portion is unhappily so small that it will in all
likelihood undo the effects of your loveliness and amiable qualifications. As I
must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I
shall choose to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense,
according to the usual practice of elegant females.”
“I do assure you, Sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind of
elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be
paid the compliment of being believed sincere. I thank you again and again
for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is
absolutely impossible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak
plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague
you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.”
“You are uniformly charming!” cried he, with an air of awkward gallantry;
“and I am persuaded that when sanctioned by the express authority of both
your excellent parents, my proposals will not fail of being acceptable.”
To such perseverance in wilful self-deception Elizabeth would make no
reply, and immediately and in silence withdrew; determined, if he persisted
in considering her repeated refusals as flattering encouragement, to apply to
her father, whose negative might be uttered in such a manner as must be
decisive, and whose behaviour at least could not be mistaken for the
affectation and coquetry of an elegant female.
XX
Mr. Collins was not left long to the silent contemplation of his successful
love; for Mrs. Bennet, having dawdled about in the vestibule to watch for the
end of the conference, no sooner saw Elizabeth open the door and with
quick step pass her towards the staircase, than she entered the breakfast-
room, and congratulated both him and herself in warm terms on the happy
prospect of their nearer connection. Mr. Collins received and returned these
felicitations with equal pleasure, and then proceeded to relate the
particulars of their interview, with the result of which he trusted he had
every reason to be satisfied, since the refusal which his cousin had
steadfastly given him would naturally flow from her bashful modesty and
the genuine delicacy of her character.
This information, however, startled Mrs. Bennet; —she would have been
glad to be equally satisfied that her daughter had meant to encourage him by
protesting against his proposals, but she dared not to believe it, and could
not help saying so.
“But depend upon it, Mr. Collins,” she added, “that Lizzy shall be brought
to reason. I will speak to her about it myself directly. She is a very
headstrong foolish girl, and does not know her own interest; but I will make
her know it.”
“Pardon me for interrupting you, Madam,” cried Mr. Collins; “but if she is
really headstrong and foolish, I know not whether she would altogether be a
very desirable wife to a man in my situation, who naturally looks for
happiness in the marriage state. If therefore she actually persists in rejecting
my suit, perhaps it were better not to force her into accepting me, because
if liable to such defects of temper, she could not contribute much to
my felicity.”
“Sir, you quite misunderstand me,” said Mrs. Bennet, alarmed. “Lizzy is
only headstrong in such matters as these. In everything else she is as good
natured a girl as ever lived. I will go directly to Mr. Bennet, and we shall very
soon settle it with her, I am sure.”
She would not give him time to reply, but hurrying instantly to her
husband, called out as she entered the library, “Oh! Mr. Bennet, you are
wanted immediately; we are all in an uproar. You must come and make
Lizzy marry Mr. Collins, for she vows she will not have him, and if you do
not make haste he will change his mind and not have her.”
Mr. Bennet raised his eyes from his book as she entered, and fixed them
on her face with a calm unconcern which was not in the least altered by
her communication.
“I have not the pleasure of understanding you,” said he, when she had
finished her speech. “Of what are you talking?”
“Of Mr. Collins and Lizzy. Lizzy declares she will not have Mr. Collins, and
Mr. Collins begins to say that he will not have Lizzy.”
“And what am I to do on the occasion? —It seems a hopeless business.”
“Speak to Lizzy about it yourself. Tell her that you insist upon her
marrying him.”
“Let her be called down. She shall hear my opinion.”
Mrs. Bennet rang the bell, and Miss Elizabeth was summoned to
the library.
“Come here, child,” cried her father as she appeared. “I have sent for you
on an affair of importance. I understand that Mr. Collins has made you an
offer of marriage. Is it true?” Elizabeth replied that it was. “Very well —and
this offer of marriage you have refused?”
“I have, Sir.”
“Very well. We now come to the point. Your mother insists upon your
accepting it. Is not it so, Mrs. Bennet?”
“Yes, or I will never see her again.”
“An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must
be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if
you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.”
Elizabeth could not but smile at such a conclusion of such a beginning;
but Mrs. Bennet, who had persuaded herself that her husband regarded the
affair as she wished, was excessively disappointed.
“What do you mean, Mr. Bennet, by talking in this way? You promised me
to insist upon her marrying him.”
“My dear,” replied her husband, “I have two small favours to request.
First, that you will allow me the free use of my understanding on the present
occasion; and secondly, of my room. I shall be glad to have the library to
myself as soon as may be.”
Not yet, however, in spite of her disappointment in her husband, did
Mrs. Bennet give up the point. She talked to Elizabeth again and again;
coaxed and threatened her by turns. She endeavoured to secure Jane in her
interest, but Jane with all possible mildness declined interfering; —and
Elizabeth sometimes with real earnestness and sometimes with playful
gaiety replied to her attacks. Though her manner varied however, her
determination never did.
Mr. Collins, meanwhile, was meditating in solitude on what had passed.
He thought too well of himself to comprehend on what motive his cousin
could refuse him; and though his pride was hurt, he suffered in no other
way. His regard for her was quite imaginary; and the possibility of her
deserving her mother’s reproach prevented his feeling any regret.
While the family were in this confusion, Charlotte Lucas came to spend
the day with them. She was met in the vestibule by Lydia, who, flying to her,
cried in a half whisper, “I am glad you are come, for there is such fun here! —
What do you think has happened this morning? —Mr. Collins has made an
offer to Lizzy, and she will not have him.”
Charlotte had hardly time to answer, before they were joined by Kitty,
who came to tell the same news, and no sooner had they entered the
breakfast-room, where Mrs. Bennet was alone, than she likewise began on
the subject, calling on Miss Lucas for her compassion, and entreating her to
persuade her friend Lizzy to comply with the wishes of all her family. “Pray
do, my dear Miss Lucas,” she added in a melancholy tone, “for nobody is on
my side, nobody takes part with me, I am cruelly used, nobody feels for my
poor nerves.”
Charlotte’s reply was spared by the entrance of Jane and Elizabeth.
“Aye, there she comes,” continued Mrs. Bennet, “looking as unconcerned
as may be, and caring no more for us than if we were at York, provided she
can have her own way. But I tell you what, Miss Lizzy, if you take it into your
head to go on refusing every offer of marriage in this way, you will never get
a husband at all —and I am sure I do not know who is to maintain you when
your father is dead. I shall not be able to keep you —and so I warn you. I have
done with you from this very day. I told you in the library, you know, that I
should never speak to you again, and you will find me as good as my word. I
have no pleasure in talking to undutiful children. Not that I have much
pleasure indeed in talking to anybody. People who suffer as I do from
nervous complaints can have no great inclination for talking. Nobody can
tell what I suffer! —But it is always so. Those who do not complain are
never pitied.”
Her daughters listened in silence to this effusion, sensible that any
attempt to reason with or sooth her would only increase the irritation. She
talked on, therefore, without interruption from any of them till they were
joined by Mr. Collins, who entered with an air more stately than usual, and
on perceiving whom, she said to the girls, “Now, I do insist upon it, that you,
all of you, hold your tongues, and let Mr. Collins and me have a little
conversation together.”
Elizabeth passed quietly out of the room, Jane and Kitty followed, but
Lydia stood her ground, determined to hear all she could; and Charlotte,
detained first by the civility of Mr. Collins, whose inquiries after herself and
all her family were very minute, and then by a little curiosity, satisfied
herself with walking to the window and pretending not to hear. In
a doleful voice Mrs. Bennet thus began the projected conversation.
“Oh! Mr. Collins!” —
“My dear Madam,” replied he, “let us be forever silent on this point. Far
be it from me,” he presently continued in a voice that marked his
displeasure, “to resent the behaviour of your daughter. Resignation to
inevitable evils is the duty of us all; the peculiar duty of a young man who
has been so fortunate as I have been in early preferment; and I trust I am
resigned. Perhaps not the less so from feeling a doubt of my positive
happiness had my fair cousin honoured me with her hand; for I have often
observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied
begins to lose somewhat of its value in our estimation. You will not, I hope,
consider me as showing any disrespect to your family, my dear Madam, by
thus withdrawing my pretensions to your daughter’s favour, without having
paid yourself and Mr. Bennet the compliment of requesting you to interpose
your authority in my behalf. My conduct may I fear be objectionable in
having accepted my dismission from your daughter’s lips instead of your
own. But we are all liable to error. I have certainly meant well through the
whole affair. My object has been to secure an amiable companion for myself,
with due consideration for the advantage of all your family, and if my
manner has been at all reprehensible, I here beg leave to apologise.”
XXI
The discussion of Mr. Collins’s offer was now nearly at an end, and Elizabeth
had only to suffer from the uncomfortable feelings necessarily attending it,
and occasionally from some peevish allusion of her mother. As for the
gentleman himself, his feelings were chiefly expressed, not by
embarrassment or dejection, or by trying to avoid her, but by stiffness of
manner and resentful silence. He scarcely ever spoke to her, and the
assiduous attentions which he had been so sensible of himself, were
transferred for the rest of the day to Miss Lucas, whose civility in listening to
him, was a seasonable relief to them all, and especially to her friend.
The morrow produced no abatement of Mrs. Bennet’s ill humour or ill
health. Mr. Collins was also in the same state of angry pride. Elizabeth had
hoped that his resentment might shorten his visit, but his plan did not
appear in the least affected by it. He was always to have gone on Saturday,
and to Saturday he still meant to stay.
After breakfast, the girls walked to Meryton to inquire if Mr. Wickham
were returned, and to lament over his absence from the Netherfield ball. He
joined them on their entering the town and attended them to their aunt’s,
where his regret and vexation, and the concern of everybody was well talked
over. To Elizabeth, however, he voluntarily acknowledged that the necessity
of his absence had been self imposed.
“I found,” said he, “as the time drew near, that I had better not meet
Mr. Darcy; —that to be in the same room, the same party with him for so
many hours together, might be more than I could bear, and that scenes
might arise unpleasant to more than myself.”
She highly approved his forbearance, and they had leisure for a full
discussion of it, and for all the commendation which they civilly bestowed
on each other, as Wickham and another officer walked back with them to
Longbourn, and during the walk, he particularly attended to her. His
accompanying them was a double advantage; she felt all the compliment it
offered to herself, and it was most acceptable as an occasion of introducing
him to her father and mother.
Soon after their return, a letter was delivered to Miss Bennet; it came
from Netherfield, and was opened immediately. The envelope contained a
sheet of elegant, little, hot pressed paper, well covered with a lady’s fair,
flowing hand; and Elizabeth saw her sister’s countenance change as she read
it, and saw her dwelling intently on some particular passages. Jane
recollected herself soon, and putting the letter away, tried to join with her
usual cheerfulness in the general conversation; but Elizabeth felt an anxiety
on the subject which drew off her attention even from Wickham; and no
sooner had he and his companion taken leave, than a glance from Jane
invited her to follow her upstairs. When they had gained their own room,
Jane taking out the letter, said, “This is from Caroline Bingley; what it
contains, has surprised me a good deal. The whole party have left
Netherfield by this time, and are on their way to town; and without any
intention of coming back again. You shall hear what she says.”
She then read the first sentence aloud, which comprised the information
of their having just resolved to follow their brother to town directly, and of
their meaning to dine that day in Grosvenor street, where Mr. Hurst had a
house. The next was in these words. “I do not pretend to regret anything I
shall leave in Hertfordshire, except your society, my dearest friend; but we
will hope at some future period, to enjoy many returns of the delightful
intercourse we have known, and in the mean while may lessen the pain of
separation by a very frequent and most unreserved correspondence. I
depend on you for that.” To these high flown expressions, Elizabeth listened
with all the insensibility of distrust; and though the suddenness of their
removal surprised her, she saw nothing in it really to lament; it was not to be
supposed that their absence from Netherfield would prevent Mr. Bingley’s
being there; and as to the loss of their society, she was persuaded that Jane
must soon cease to regard it, in the enjoyment of his.
“It is unlucky,” said she, after a short pause, “that you should not be able
to see your friends before they leave the country. But may we not hope that
the period of future happiness to which Miss Bingley looks forward, may
arrive earlier than she is aware, and that the delightful intercourse you have
known as friends, will be renewed with yet greater satisfaction as sisters? —
Mr. Bingley will not be detained in London by them.”
“Caroline decidedly says that none of the party will return into
Hertfordshire this winter. I will read it to you —
“When my brother left us yesterday, he imagined that the business which
took him to London, might be concluded in three or four days, but as we are
certain it cannot be so, and at the same time convinced that when Charles
gets to town, he will be in no hurry to leave it again, we have determined on
following him thither, that he may not be obliged to spend his vacant hours
in a comfortless hotel. Many of my acquaintance are already there for the
winter; I wish I could hear that you, my dearest friend, had any intention of
making one in the crowd, but of that I despair. I sincerely hope your
Christmas in Hertfordshire may abound in the gaieties which that season
generally brings, and that your beaux will be so numerous as to prevent your
feeling the loss of the three, of whom we shall deprive you.”
“It is evident by this,” added Jane, “that he comes back no more
this winter.”
“It is only evident that Miss Bingley does not mean he should.”
“Why will you think so? It must be his own doing. He is his own master.
But you do not know all. I will read you the passage which particularly hurts
me. I will have no reserves from you.”
“Mr. Darcy is impatient to see his sister, and to confess the truth, we are
scarcely less eager to meet her again. I really do not think Georgiana Darcy
has her equal for beauty, elegance, and accomplishments; and the affection
she inspires in Louisa and myself, is heightened into something still more
interesting, from the hope we dare to entertain of her being hereafter our
sister. I do not know whether I ever before mentioned to you my feelings on
this subject, but I will not leave the country without confiding them, and I
trust you will not esteem them unreasonable. My brother admires her
greatly already, he will have frequent opportunity now of seeing her on the
most intimate footing, her relations all wish the connection as much as his
own, and a sister’s partiality is not misleading me, I think, when I call
Charles most capable of engaging any woman’s heart. With all these
circumstances to favour an attachment and nothing to prevent it, am I
wrong, my dearest Jane, in indulging the hope of an event which will secure
the happiness of so many?”
“What think you of this sentence, my dear Lizzy?” —said Jane as she
finished it. “Is it not clear enough? —Does it not expressly declare that
Caroline neither expects nor wishes me to be her sister; that she is perfectly
convinced of her brother’s indifference, and that if she suspects the nature of
my feelings for him, she means (most kindly!) to put me on my guard? Can
there be any other opinion on the subject?”
“Yes, there can; for mine is totally different. Will you hear it?”
“Most willingly.”
“You shall have it in few words. Miss Bingley sees that her brother is in
love with you, and wants him to marry Miss Darcy. She follows him to town
in the hope of keeping him there, and tries to persuade you that he does not
care about you.”
Jane shook her head.
“Indeed, Jane, you ought to believe me. No one who has ever seen you
together, can doubt his affection. Miss Bingley I am sure cannot. She is not
such a simpleton. Could she have seen half as much love in Mr. Darcy for
herself, she would have ordered her wedding clothes. But the case is this. We
are not rich enough, or grand enough for them; and she is the more anxious
to get Miss Darcy for her brother, from the notion that when there has been
one intermarriage, she may have less trouble in achieving a second; in which
there is certainly some ingenuity, and I dare say it would succeed, if Miss de
Bourgh were out of the way. But, my dearest Jane, you cannot seriously
imagine that because Miss Bingley tells you her brother greatly admires
Miss Darcy, he is in the smallest degree less sensible of your merit than
when he took leave of you on Tuesday, or that it will be in her power to
persuade him that instead of being in love with you, he is very much in love
with her friend.”
“If we thought alike of Miss Bingley,” replied Jane, “your representation of
all this, might make me quite easy. But I know the foundation is unjust.
Caroline is incapable of wilfully deceiving anyone; and all that I can hope in
this case is, that she is deceived herself.”
“That is right. You could not have started a more happy idea, since you
will not take comfort in mine. Believe her to be deceived by all means. You
have now done your duty by her, and must fret no longer.”
“But, my dear sister, can I be happy, even supposing the best, in accepting
a man whose sisters and friends are all wishing him to marry elsewhere?”
“You must decide for yourself,” said Elizabeth, “and if upon mature
deliberation, you find that the misery of disobliging his two sisters is more
than equivalent to the happiness of being his wife, I advise you by all means
to refuse him.”
“How can you talk so?” —said Jane faintly smiling —“You must know that
though I should be exceedingly grieved at their disapprobation, I could
not hesitate.”
“I did not think you would; —and that being the case, I cannot consider
your situation with much compassion.”
“But if he returns no more this winter, my choice will never be required. A
thousand things may arise in six months!”
The idea of his returning no more Elizabeth treated with the utmost
contempt. It appeared to her merely the suggestion of Caroline’s interested
wishes, and she could not for a moment suppose that those wishes, however
openly or artfully spoken, could influence a young man so totally
independent of everyone.
She represented to her sister as forcibly as possible what she felt on the
subject, and had soon the pleasure of seeing its happy effect. Jane’s temper
was not desponding, and she was gradually led to hope, though the
diffidence of affection sometimes overcame the hope, that Bingley would
return to Netherfield and answer every wish of her heart.
They agreed that Mrs. Bennet should only hear of the departure of the
family, without being alarmed on the score of the gentleman’s conduct; but
even this partial communication gave her a great deal of concern, and she
bewailed it as exceedingly unlucky that the ladies should happen to go away,
just as they were all getting so intimate together. After lamenting it however
at some length, she had the consolation of thinking that Mr. Bingley would
be soon down again and soon dining at Longbourn, and the conclusion of all
was the comfortable declaration that, though he had been invited only to a
family dinner, she would take care to have two full courses.
XXII
The Bennets were engaged to dine with the Lucases, and again during the
chief of the day, was Miss Lucas so kind as to listen to Mr. Collins. Elizabeth
took an opportunity of thanking her. “It keeps him in good humour,” said
she, “and I am more obliged to you than I can express.” Charlotte assured
her friend of her satisfaction in being useful, and that it amply repaid her for
the little sacrifice of her time. This was very amiable, but Charlotte’s
kindness extended farther than Elizabeth had any conception of; —its object
was nothing less, than to secure her from any return of Mr. Collins’s
addresses, by engaging them towards herself. Such was Miss Lucas’s
scheme; and appearances were so favourable that when they parted at night,
she would have felt almost sure of success if he had not been to leave
Hertfordshire so very soon. But here, she did injustice to the fire and
independence of his character, for it led him to escape out of Longbourn
House the next morning with admirable slyness, and hasten to Lucas Lodge
to throw himself at her feet. He was anxious to avoid the notice of his
cousins, from a conviction that if they saw him depart, they could not fail to
conjecture his design, and he was not willing to have the attempt known till
its success could be known likewise; for though feeling almost secure, and
with reason, for Charlotte had been tolerably encouraging, he was
comparatively diffident since the adventure of Wednesday. His reception
however was of the most flattering kind. Miss Lucas perceived him from an
upper window as he walked towards the house, and instantly set out to meet
him accidentally in the lane. But little had she dared to hope that so much
love and eloquence awaited her there.
In as short a time as Mr. Collins’s long speeches would allow, everything
was settled between them to the satisfaction of both; and as they entered the
house, he earnestly entreated her to name the day that was to make him the
happiest of men; and though such a solicitation must be waived for the
present, the lady felt no inclination to trifle with his happiness. The stupidity
with which he was favoured by nature, must guard his courtship from any
charm that could make a woman wish for its continuance; and Miss Lucas,
who accepted him solely from the pure and disinterested desire of an
establishment, cared not how soon that establishment were gained.
Sir William and Lady Lucas were speedily applied to for their consent;
and it was bestowed with a most joyful alacrity. Mr. Collins’s present
circumstances made it a most eligible match for their daughter, to whom
they could give little fortune; and his prospects of future wealth were
exceedingly fair. Lady Lucas began directly to calculate with more interest
than the matter had ever excited before, how many years longer Mr. Bennet
was likely to live; and Sir William gave it as his decided opinion, that
whenever Mr. Collins should be in possession of the Longbourn estate, it
would be highly expedient that both he and his wife should make their
appearance at St. James’s. The whole family in short were properly
overjoyed on the occasion. The younger girls formed hopes of coming out a
year or two sooner than they might otherwise have done; and the boys were
relieved from their apprehension of Charlotte’s dying an old maid. Charlotte
herself was tolerably composed. She had gained her point, and had time to
consider of it. Her reflections were in general satisfactory. Mr. Collins to be
sure was neither sensible nor agreeable; his society was irksome, and his
attachment to her must be imaginary. But still he would be her husband.
Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had
always been her object; it was the only honourable provision for well-
educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving
happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want. This
preservative she had now obtained; and at the age of twenty-seven, without
having ever been handsome, she felt all the good luck of it. The least
agreeable circumstance in the business, was the surprise it must occasion to
Elizabeth Bennet, whose friendship she valued beyond that of any other
person. Elizabeth would wonder, and probably would blame her; and
though her resolution was not to be shaken, her feelings must be hurt by
such disapprobation. She resolved to give her the information herself, and
therefore charged Mr. Collins when he returned to Longbourn to dinner, to
drop no hint of what had passed before any of the family. A promise of
secrecy was of course very dutifully given, but it could not be kept without
difficulty; for the curiosity excited by his long absence, burst forth in such
very direct questions on his return, as required some ingenuity to evade, and
he was at the same time exercising great self-denial, for he was longing to
publish his prosperous love.
As he was to begin his journey too early on the morrow to see any of the
family, the ceremony of leave-taking was performed when the ladies moved
for the night; and Mrs. Bennet with great politeness and cordiality said how
happy they should be to see him at Longbourn again, whenever his other
engagements might allow him to visit them.
“My dear Madam,” he replied, “this invitation is particularly gratifying,
because it is what I have been hoping to receive; and you may be very
certain that I shall avail myself of it as soon as possible.”
They were all astonished; and Mr. Bennet, who could by no means wish
for so speedy a return, immediately said —
“But is there not danger of Lady Catherine’s disapprobation here, my good
sir? —You had better neglect your relations, than run the risk of offending
your patroness.”
“My dear sir,” replied Mr. Collins, “I am particularly obliged to you for
this friendly caution, and you may depend upon my not taking so material a
step without her ladyship’s concurrence.”
“You cannot be too much on your guard. Risk anything rather than her
displeasure; and if you find it likely to be raised by your coming to us again,
which I should think exceedingly probable, stay quietly at home, and be
satisfied that we shall take no offence.”
“Believe me, my dear sir, my gratitude is warmly excited by such
affectionate attention; and depend upon it, you will speedily receive from
me a letter of thanks for this, as well as for every other mark of your regard
during my stay in Hertfordshire. As for my fair cousins, though my absence
may not be long enough to render it necessary, I shall now take the liberty of
wishing them health and happiness, not excepting my cousin Elizabeth.”
With proper civilities the ladies then withdrew; all of them equally
surprised to find that he meditated a quick return. Mrs. Bennet wished to
understand by it that he thought of paying his addresses to one of her
younger girls, and Mary might have been prevailed on to accept him. She
rated his abilities much higher than any of the others; there was a solidity in
his reflections which often struck her, and though by no means so clever as
herself, she thought that if encouraged to read and improve himself by such
an example as hers, he might become a very agreeable companion. But on
the following morning, every hope of this kind was done away. Miss Lucas
called soon after breakfast, and in a private conference with Elizabeth
related the event of the day before.
The possibility of Mr. Collins’s fancying himself in love with her friend
had once occurred to Elizabeth within the last day or two; but that Charlotte
could encourage him, seemed almost as far from possibility as that she
could encourage him herself, and her astonishment was consequently so
great as to overcome at first the bounds of decorum, and she could not help
crying out —
“Engaged to Mr. Collins! my dear Charlotte —impossible!”
The steady countenance which Miss Lucas had commanded in telling her
story, gave way to a momentary confusion here on receiving so direct a
reproach; though, as it was no more than she expected, she soon regained
her composure, and calmly replied —
“Why should you be surprised, my dear Eliza? —Do you think it incredible
that Mr. Collins should be able to procure any woman’s good opinion,
because he was not so happy as to succeed with you?”
But Elizabeth had now recollected herself, and making a strong effort for
it, was able to assure her with tolerable firmness that the prospect of their
relationship was highly grateful to her, and that she wished her all
imaginable happiness.
“I see what you are feeling,” replied Charlotte —“you must be surprised,
very much surprised —so lately as Mr. Collins was wishing to marry you. But
when you have had time to think it all over, I hope you will be satisfied with
what I have done. I am not romantic you know. I never was. I ask only a
comfortable home; and considering Mr. Collins’s character, connections,
and situation in life, I am convinced that my chance of happiness with him is
as fair, as most people can boast on entering the marriage state.”
Elizabeth quietly answered “Undoubtedly;” —and after an awkward pause,
they returned to the rest of the family. Charlotte did not stay much longer,
and Elizabeth was then left to reflect on what she had heard. It was a long
time before she became at all reconciled to the idea of so unsuitable a match.
The strangeness of Mr. Collins’s making two offers of marriage within three
days, was nothing in comparison of his being now accepted. She had always
felt that Charlotte’s opinion of matrimony was not exactly like her own, but
she could not have supposed it possible that when called into action, she
would have sacrificed every better feeling to worldly advantage. Charlotte
the wife of Mr. Collins, was a most humiliating picture! —And to the pang of
a friend disgracing herself and sunk in her esteem, was added the
distressing conviction that it was impossible for that friend to be tolerably
happy in the lot she had chosen.
XXIII
Elizabeth was sitting with her mother and sisters, reflecting on what she had
heard, and doubting whether she were authorised to mention it, when Sir
William Lucas himself appeared, sent by his daughter to announce her
engagement to the family. With many compliments to them, and much self-
gratulation on the prospect of a connection between the houses, he unfolded
the matter —to an audience not merely wondering, but incredulous; for
Mrs. Bennet, with more perseverance than politeness, protested he must be
entirely mistaken, and Lydia, always unguarded and often uncivil,
boisterously exclaimed —
“Good Lord! Sir William, how can you tell such a story? —Do not you know
that Mr. Collins wants to marry Lizzy?”
Nothing less than the complaisance of a courtier could have borne without
anger such treatment; but Sir William’s good breeding carried him
through it all; and though he begged leave to be positive as to the truth
of his information, he listened to all their impertinence with the most
forbearing courtesy.
Elizabeth, feeling it incumbent on her to relieve him from so unpleasant a
situation, now put herself forward to confirm his account, by mentioning
her prior knowledge of it from Charlotte herself; and endeavoured to put a
stop to the exclamations of her mother and sisters, by the earnestness of her
congratulations to Sir William, in which she was readily joined by Jane, and
by making a variety of remarks on the happiness that might be expected
from the match, the excellent character of Mr. Collins, and the convenient
distance of Hunsford from London.
Mrs. Bennet was in fact too much overpowered to say a great deal while
Sir William remained; but no sooner had he left them than her feelings
found a rapid vent. In the first place, she persisted in disbelieving the whole
of the matter; secondly, she was very sure that Mr. Collins had been taken
in; thirdly, she trusted that they would never be happy together; and
fourthly, that the match might be broken off. Two inferences, however, were
plainly deduced from the whole; one, that Elizabeth was the real cause of all
the mischief; and the other, that she herself had been barbarously used by
them all; and on these two points she principally dwelt during the rest of the
day. Nothing could console and nothing appease her. Nor did that day wear
out her resentment. A week elapsed before she could see Elizabeth without
scolding her, a month passed away before she could speak to Sir William or
Lady Lucas without being rude, and many months were gone before she
could at all forgive their daughter.
Mr. Bennet’s emotions were much more tranquil on the occasion, and
such as he did experience he pronounced to be of a most agreeable sort; for
it gratified him, he said, to discover that Charlotte Lucas, whom he had been
used to think tolerably sensible, was as foolish as his wife, and more foolish
than his daughter!
Jane confessed herself a little surprised at the match; but she said less of
her astonishment than of her earnest desire for their happiness; nor could
Elizabeth persuade her to consider it as improbable. Kitty and Lydia were
far from envying Miss Lucas, for Mr. Collins was only a clergyman; and it
affected them in no other way than as a piece of news to spread at Meryton.
Lady Lucas could not be insensible of triumph on being able to retort on
Mrs. Bennet the comfort of having a daughter well married; and she called
at Longbourn rather oftener than usual to say how happy she was, though
Mrs. Bennet’s sour looks and ill-natured remarks might have been enough
to drive happiness away.
Between Elizabeth and Charlotte there was a restraint which kept them
mutually silent on the subject; and Elizabeth felt persuaded that no real
confidence could ever subsist between them again. Her disappointment in
Charlotte made her turn with fonder regard to her sister, of whose rectitude
and delicacy she was sure her opinion could never be shaken, and for whose
happiness she grew daily more anxious, as Bingley had now been gone a
week, and nothing was heard of his return.
Jane had sent Caroline an early answer to her letter, and was counting the
days till she might reasonably hope to hear again. The promised letter of
thanks from Mr. Collins arrived on Tuesday, addressed to their father, and
written with all the solemnity of gratitude which a twelvemonth’s abode in
the family might have prompted. After discharging his conscience on that
head, he proceeded to inform them, with many rapturous expressions, of his
happiness in having obtained the affection of their amiable neighbour, Miss
Lucas, and then explained that it was merely with the view of enjoying her
society that he had been so ready to close with their kind wish of seeing him
again at Longbourn, whither he hoped to be able to return on Monday
fortnight; for Lady Catherine, he added, so heartily approved his marriage,
that she wished it to take place as soon as possible, which he trusted would
be an unanswerable argument with his amiable Charlotte to name an early
day for making him the happiest of men.
Mr. Collins’s return into Hertfordshire was no longer a matter of pleasure
to Mrs. Bennet. On the contrary she was as much disposed to complain of it
as her husband. It was very strange that he should come to Longbourn
instead of to Lucas Lodge; it was also very inconvenient and exceedingly
troublesome. She hated having visitors in the house while her health was so
indifferent, and lovers were of all people the most disagreeable. Such were
the gentle murmurs of Mrs. Bennet, and they gave way only to the greater
distress of Mr. Bingley’s continued absence.
Neither Jane nor Elizabeth were comfortable on this subject. Day after
day passed away without bringing any other tidings of him than the report
which shortly prevailed in Meryton of his coming no more to Netherfield the
whole winter; a report which highly incensed Mrs. Bennet, and which she
never failed to contradict as a most scandalous falsehood.
Even Elizabeth began to fear —not that Bingley was indifferent —but that
his sisters would be successful in keeping him away. Unwilling as she was to
admit an idea so destructive of Jane’s happiness, and so dishonourable to
the stability of her lover, she could not prevent its frequently recurring. The
united efforts of his two unfeeling sisters and of his overpowering friend,
assisted by the attractions of Miss Darcy and the amusements of London,
might be too much, she feared, for the strength of his attachment.
As for Jane, her anxiety under this suspence was, of course, more painful
than Elizabeth’s; but whatever she felt she was desirous of concealing, and
between herself and Elizabeth, therefore, the subject was never alluded to.
But as no such delicacy restrained her mother, an hour seldom passed in
which she did not talk of Bingley, express her impatience for his arrival, or
even require Jane to confess that if he did not come back, she should think
herself very ill used. It needed all Jane’s steady mildness to bear these
attacks with tolerable tranquillity.
Mr. Collins returned most punctually on the Monday fortnight, but his
reception at Longbourn was not quite so gracious as it had been on his first
introduction. He was too happy, however, to need much attention; and
luckily for the others, the business of lovemaking relieved them from a great
deal of his company. The chief of every day was spent by him at Lucas
Lodge, and he sometimes returned to Longbourn only in time to make an
apology for his absence before the family went to bed.
Mrs. Bennet was really in a most pitiable state. The very mention of
anything concerning the match threw her into an agony of ill humour, and
wherever she went she was sure of hearing it talked of. The sight of Miss
Lucas was odious to her. As her successor in that house, she regarded her
with jealous abhorrence. Whenever Charlotte came to see them she
concluded her to be anticipating the hour of possession; and whenever she
spoke in a low voice to Mr. Collins, was convinced that they were talking of
the Longbourn estate, and resolving to turn herself and her daughters out of
the house, as soon as Mr. Bennet were dead. She complained bitterly of all
this to her husband.
“Indeed, Mr. Bennet,” said she, “it is very hard to think that Charlotte
Lucas should ever be mistress of this house, that I should be forced to make
way for her, and live to see her take my place in it!”
“My dear, do not give way to such gloomy thoughts. Let us hope for better
things. Let us flatter ourselves that I may be the survivor.”
This was not very consoling to Mrs. Bennet, and, therefore, instead of
making any answer, she went on as before.
“I cannot bear to think that they should have all this estate. If it was not
for the entail I should not mind it.”
“What should not you mind?”
“I should not mind anything at all.”
“Let us be thankful that you are preserved from a state of
such insensibility.”
“I never can be thankful, Mr. Bennet, for anything about the entail. How
anyone could have the conscience to entail away an estate from one’s own
daughters I cannot understand; and all for the sake of Mr. Collins too! —Why
should he have it more than anybody else?”
“I leave it to yourself to determine,” said Mr. Bennet.
XXIV
Miss Bingley’s letter arrived, and put an end to doubt. The very first
sentence conveyed the assurance of their being all settled in London for the
winter, and concluded with her brother’s regret at not having had time to
pay his respects to his friends in Hertfordshire before he left the country.
Hope was over, entirely over; and when Jane could attend to the rest of
the letter, she found little, except the professed affection of the writer, that
could give her any comfort. Miss Darcy’s praise occupied the chief of it. Her
many attractions were again dwelt on, and Caroline boasted joyfully of their
increasing intimacy, and ventured to predict the accomplishment of the
wishes which had been unfolded in her former letter. She wrote also with
great pleasure of her brother’s being an inmate of Mr. Darcy’s house,
and mentioned with raptures, some plans of the latter with regard to
new furniture.
Elizabeth, to whom Jane very soon communicated the chief of all this,
heard it in silent indignation. Her heart was divided between concern for her
sister, and resentment against all the others. To Caroline’s assertion of her
brother’s being partial to Miss Darcy she paid no credit. That he was really
fond of Jane, she doubted no more than she had ever done; and much as she
had always been disposed to like him, she could not think without anger,
hardly without contempt, on that easiness of temper, that want of proper
resolution which now made him the slave of his designing friends, and led
him to sacrifice his own happiness to the caprice of their inclinations. Had
his own happiness, however, been the only sacrifice, he might have been
allowed to sport with it in what ever manner he thought best; but her sister’s
was involved in it, as she thought he must be sensible himself. It was a
subject, in short, on which reflection would be long indulged, and must be
unavailing. She could think of nothing else, and yet whether Bingley’s regard
had really died away, or were suppressed by his friends’ interference;
whether he had been aware of Jane’s attachment, or whether it had escaped
his observation; whichever were the case, though her opinion of him must
be materially affected by the difference, her sister’s situation remained the
same, her peace equally wounded.
A day or two passed before Jane had courage to speak of her feelings to
Elizabeth; but at last on Mrs. Bennet’s leaving them together, after a longer
irritation than usual about Netherfield and its master, she could not help
saying, “Oh! that my dear mother had more command over herself; she can
have no idea of the pain she gives me by her continual reflections on him.
But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be
as we were before.”
Elizabeth looked at her sister with incredulous solicitude, but
said nothing.
“You doubt me,” cried Jane, slightly colouring; “indeed you have no
reason. He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my
acquaintance, but that is all. I have nothing either to hope or fear, and
nothing to reproach him with. Thank God! I have not that pain. A little time
therefore. I shall certainly try to get the better.”
With a stronger voice she soon added, “I have this comfort immediately,
that it has not been more than an error of fancy on my side, and that it has
done no harm to anyone but myself.”
“My dear Jane!” exclaimed Elizabeth, “you are too good. Your sweetness
and disinterestedness are really angelic; I do not know what to say to you. I
feel as if I had never done you justice, or loved you as you deserve.”
Miss Bennet eagerly disclaimed all extraordinary merit, and threw back
the praise on her sister’s warm affection.
“Nay,” said Elizabeth, “this is not fair. You wish to think all the world
respectable, and are hurt if I speak ill of anybody. I only want to think you
perfect, and you set yourself against it. Do not be afraid of my running into
any excess, of my encroaching on your privilege of universal good will. You
need not. There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I
think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it;
and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human
characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the
appearance of either merit or sense. I have met with two instances lately;
one I will not mention; the other is Charlotte’s marriage. It is
unaccountable! in every view it is unaccountable!”
“My dear Lizzy, do not give way to such feelings as these. They will ruin
your happiness. You do not make allowance enough for difference of
situation and temper. Consider Mr. Collins’s respectability, and Charlotte’s
prudent, steady character. Remember that she is one of a large family;
that as to fortune, it is a most eligible match; and be ready to believe, for
everybody’s sake, that she may feel something like regard and esteem for
our cousin.”
“To oblige you, I would try to believe almost anything, but no one else
could be benefited by such a belief as this; for were I persuaded that
Charlotte had any regard for him, I should only think worse of her
understanding, than I now do of her heart. My dear Jane, Mr. Collins is a
conceited, pompous, narrow-minded, silly man; you know he is, as well as I
do; and you must feel, as well as I do, that the woman who marries him,
cannot have a proper way of thinking. You shall not defend her, though it is
Charlotte Lucas. You shall not, for the sake of one individual, change the
meaning of principle and integrity, nor endeavour to persuade yourself
or me, that selfishness is prudence, and insensibility of danger, security
for happiness.”
“I must think your language too strong in speaking of both,” replied Jane,
“and I hope you will be convinced of it, by seeing them happy together. But
enough of this. You alluded to something else. You mentioned two
instances. I cannot misunderstand you, but I entreat you, dear Lizzy, not to
pain me by thinking that person to blame, and saying your opinion of him is
sunk. We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured. We
must not expect a lively young man to be always so guarded and
circumspect. It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us.
Women fancy admiration means more than it does.”
“And men take care that they should.”
“If it is designedly done, they cannot be justified; but I have no idea of
there being so much design in the world as some persons imagine.”
“I am far from attributing any part of Mr. Bingley’s conduct to design,”
said Elizabeth; “but without scheming to do wrong, or to make others
unhappy, there may be error, and there may be misery. Thoughtlessness,
want of attention to other people’s feelings, and want of resolution, will do
the business.”
“And do you impute it to either of those?”
“Yes; to the last. But if I go on, I shall displease you by saying what I think
of persons you esteem. Stop me whilst you can.”
“You persist, then, in supposing his sisters influence him.”
“Yes, in conjunction with his friend.”
“I cannot believe it. Why should they try to influence him? They can
only wish his happiness, and if he is attached to me, no other woman can
secure it.”
“Your first position is false. They may wish many things besides his
happiness; they may wish his increase of wealth and consequence; they may
wish him to marry a girl who has all the importance of money, great
connections, and pride.”
“Beyond a doubt, they do wish him to choose Miss Darcy,” replied Jane;
“but this may be from better feelings than you are supposing. They have
known her much longer than they have known me; no wonder if they love
her better. But, whatever may be their own wishes, it is very unlikely they
should have opposed their brother’s. What sister would think herself at
liberty to do it, unless there were something very objectionable? If they
believed him attached to me, they would not try to part us; if he were so,
they could not succeed. By supposing such an affection, you make everybody
acting unnaturally and wrong, and me most unhappy. Do not distress me by
the idea. I am not ashamed of having been mistaken —or, at least, it is
slight, it is nothing in comparison of what I should feel in thinking ill of him
or his sisters. Let me take it in the best light, in the light in which it may
be understood.”
Elizabeth could not oppose such a wish; and from this time Mr. Bingley’s
name was scarcely ever mentioned between them.
Mrs. Bennet still continued to wonder and repine at his returning no
more, and though a day seldom passed in which Elizabeth did not account
for it clearly, there seemed little chance of her ever considering it with less
perplexity. Her daughter endeavoured to convince her of what she did not
believe herself, that his attentions to Jane had been merely the effect of a
common and transient liking, which ceased when he saw her no more; but
though the probability of the statement was admitted at the time, she had
the same story to repeat every day. Mrs. Bennet’s best comfort was, that
Mr. Bingley must be down again in the summer.
Mr. Bennet treated the matter differently. “So, Lizzy,” said he one day,
“your sister is crossed in love I find. I congratulate her. Next to being
married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is
something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her
companions. When is your turn to come? You will hardly bear to be long
outdone by Jane. Now is your time. Here are officers enough at Meryton to
disappoint all the young ladies in the country. Let Wickham be your man.
He is a pleasant fellow, and would jilt you creditably.”
“Thank you, Sir, but a less agreeable man would satisfy me. We must not
all expect Jane’s good fortune.”
“True,” said Mr. Bennet, “but it is a comfort to think that, whatever of that
kind may befall you, you have an affectionate mother who will always make
the most of it.”
Mr. Wickham’s society was of material service in dispelling the gloom,
which the late perverse occurrences had thrown on many of the Longbourn
family. They saw him often, and to his other recommendations was now
added that of general unreserve. The whole of what Elizabeth had already
heard, his claims on Mr. Darcy, and all that he had suffered from him, was
now openly acknowledged and publicly canvassed; and everybody was
pleased to think how much they had always disliked Mr. Darcy before they
had known anything of the matter.
Miss Bennet was the only creature who could suppose there might be any
extenuating circumstances in the case, unknown to the society of
Hertfordshire; her mild and steady candour always pleaded for allowances,
and urged the possibility of mistakes —but by everybody else Mr. Darcy was
condemned as the worst of men.
XXV
After a week spent in professions of love and schemes of felicity, Mr. Collins
was called from his amiable Charlotte by the arrival of Saturday. The pain of
separation, however, might be alleviated on his side, by preparations for the
reception of his bride, as he had reason to hope, that shortly after his next
return into Hertfordshire, the day would be fixed that was to make him the
happiest of men. He took leave of his relations at Longbourn with as much
solemnity as before; wished his fair cousins health and happiness again, and
promised their father another letter of thanks.
On the following Monday, Mrs. Bennet had the pleasure of receiving her
brother and his wife, who came as usual to spend the Christmas at
Longbourn. Mr. Gardiner was a sensible, gentleman-like man, greatly
superior to his sister, as well by nature as education. The Netherfield ladies
would have had difficulty in believing that a man who lived by trade, and
within view of his own warehouses, could have been so well bred and
agreeable. Mrs. Gardiner, who was several years younger than Mrs. Bennet
and Mrs. Philips, was an amiable, intelligent, elegant woman, and a great
favourite with all her Longbourn nieces. Between the two eldest and herself
especially, there subsisted a very particular regard. They had frequently
been staying with her in town.
The first part of Mrs. Gardiner’s business on her arrival, was to distribute
her presents and describe the newest fashions. When this was done, she had
a less active part to play. It became her turn to listen. Mrs. Bennet had many
grievances to relate, and much to complain of. They had all been very ill-
used since she last saw her sister. Two of her girls had been on the point of
marriage, and after all there was nothing in it.
“I do not blame Jane,” she continued, “for Jane would have got
Mr. Bingley, if she could. But, Lizzy! Oh, sister! it is very hard to think that
she might have been Mr. Collins’s wife by this time, had not it been for her
own perverseness. He made her an offer in this very room, and she refused
him. The consequence of it is, that Lady Lucas will have a daughter married
before I have, and that Longbourn estate is just as much entailed as ever.
The Lucases are very artful people indeed, sister. They are all for what they
can get. I am sorry to say it of them, but so it is. It makes me very nervous
and poorly, to be thwarted so in my own family, and to have neighbours who
think of themselves before anybody else. However, your coming just at this
time is the greatest of comforts, and I am very glad to hear what you tell us,
of long sleeves.”
Mrs. Gardiner, to whom the chief of this news had been given before, in
the course of Jane and Elizabeth’s correspondence with her, made her sister
a slight answer, and in compassion to her nieces turned the conversation.
When alone with Elizabeth afterwards, she spoke more on the subject. “It
seems likely to have been a desirable match for Jane,” said she. “I am sorry
it went off. But these things happen so often! A young man, such as you
describe Mr. Bingley, so easily falls in love with a pretty girl for a few weeks,
and when accident separates them, so easily forgets her, that these sort of
inconstancies are very frequent.”
“An excellent consolation in its way,” said Elizabeth, “but it will not do for
us. We do not suffer by accident. It does not often happen that the
interference of friends will persuade a young man of independent fortune
to think no more of a girl, whom he was violently in love with only a few
days before.”
“But that expression of ‘violently in love’ is so hackneyed, so doubtful, so
indefinite, that it gives me very little idea. It is as often applied to feelings
which arise from an half-hour’s acquaintance, as to a real, strong
attachment. Pray, how violent was Mr. Bingley’s love?”
“I never saw a more promising inclination. He was growing quite
inattentive to other people, and wholly engrossed by her. Every time they
met, it was more decided and remarkable. At his own ball he offended two
or three young ladies, by not asking them to dance, and I spoke to him twice
myself, without receiving an answer. Could there be finer symptoms? Is not
general incivility the very essence of love?”
“Oh, yes! —of that kind of love which I suppose him to have felt. Poor
Jane! I am sorry for her, because, with her disposition, she may not get over
it immediately. It had better have happened to you, Lizzy; you would have
laughed yourself out of it sooner. But do you think she would be prevailed
on to go back with us? Change of scene might be of service —and perhaps a
little relief from home, may be as useful as anything.”
Elizabeth was exceedingly pleased with this proposal, and felt persuaded
of her sister’s ready acquiescence.
“I hope,” added Mrs. Gardiner, “that no consideration with regard to this
young man will influence her. We live in so different a part of town, all
our connections are so different, and, as you well know, we go out so little,
that it is very improbable they should meet at all, unless he really comes to
see her.”
“And that is quite impossible; for he is now in the custody of his friend,
and Mr. Darcy would no more suffer him to call on Jane in such a part of
London! My dear aunt, how could you think of it? Mr. Darcy may perhaps
have heard of such a place as Gracechurch Street, but he would hardly think
a month’s ablution enough to cleanse him from its impurities, were he once
to enter it; and depend upon it, Mr. Bingley never stirs without him.”
“So much the better. I hope they will not meet at all. But does not Jane
correspond with the sister? She will not be able to help calling.”
“She will drop the acquaintance entirely.”
But in spite of the certainty in which Elizabeth affected to place this point,
as well as the still more interesting one of Bingley’s being withheld from
seeing Jane, she felt a solicitude on the subject which convinced her, on
examination, that she did not consider it entirely hopeless. It was possible,
and sometimes she thought it probable, that his affection might be
reanimated, and the influence of his friends successfully combated by the
more natural influence of Jane’s attractions.
Miss Bennet accepted her aunt’s invitation with pleasure; and the
Bingleys were no otherwise in her thoughts at the time, than as she hoped
that, by Caroline’s not living in the same house with her brother, she might
occasionally spend a morning with her, without any danger of seeing him.
The Gardiners stayed a week at Longbourn; and what with the Philipses,
the Lucases, and the officers, there was not a day without its engagement.
Mrs. Bennet had so carefully provided for the entertainment of her brother
and sister, that they did not once sit down to a family dinner. When the
engagement was for home, some of the officers always made part of it, of
which officers Mr. Wickham was sure to be one; and on these occasions,
Mrs. Gardiner, rendered suspicious by Elizabeth’s warm commendation of
him, narrowly observed them both. Without supposing them, from what she
saw, to be very seriously in love, their preference of each other was plain
enough to make her a little uneasy; and she resolved to speak to Elizabeth
on the subject before she left Hertfordshire, and represent to her the
imprudence of encouraging such an attachment.
To Mrs. Gardiner, Wickham had one means of affording pleasure,
unconnected with his general powers. About ten or a dozen years ago, before
her marriage, she had spent a considerable time in that very part of
Derbyshire, to which he belonged. They had, therefore, many acquaintance
in common; and, though Wickham had been little there since the death
of Darcy’s father, five years before, it was yet in his power to give her
fresher intelligence of her former friends, than she had been in the way
of procuring.
Mrs. Gardiner had seen Pemberley, and known the late Mr. Darcy by
character perfectly well. Here consequently was an inexhaustible subject of
discourse. In comparing her recollection of Pemberley, with the minute
description which Wickham could give, and in bestowing her tribute of
praise on the character of its late possessor, she was delighting both him and
herself. On being made acquainted with the present Mr. Darcy’s treatment
of him, she tried to remember something of that gentleman’s reputed
disposition when quite a lad, which might agree with it, and was confident at
last, that she recollected having heard Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy formerly
spoken of as a very proud, ill-natured boy.
XXVI
Mrs. Gardiner’s caution to Elizabeth was punctually and kindly given on the
first favourable opportunity of speaking to her alone; after honestly telling
her what she thought, she thus went on:
“You are too sensible a girl, Lizzy, to fall in love merely because you are
warned against it; and, therefore, I am not afraid of speaking openly.
Seriously, I would have you be on your guard. Do not involve yourself, or
endeavour to involve him in an affection which the want of fortune would
make so very imprudent. I have nothing to say against him; he is a most
interesting young man; and if he had the fortune he ought to have, I should
think you could not do better. But as it is —you must not let your fancy run
away with you. You have sense, and we all expect you to use it. Your father
would depend on your resolution and good conduct, I am sure. You must
not disappoint your father.”
“My dear aunt, this is being serious indeed.”
“Yes, and I hope to engage you to be serious likewise.”
“Well, then, you need not be under any alarm. I will take care of myself,
and of Mr. Wickham too. He shall not be in love with me, if I can prevent it.”
“Elizabeth, you are not serious now.”
“I beg your pardon. I will try again. At present I am not in love with
Mr. Wickham; no, I certainly am not. But he is, beyond all comparison, the
most agreeable man I ever saw —and if he becomes really attached to me —I
believe it will be better that he should not. I see the imprudence of it. Oh!
that abominable Mr. Darcy! —My father’s opinion of me does me the
greatest honour; and I should be miserable to forfeit it. My father, however,
is partial to Mr. Wickham. In short, my dear aunt, I should be very sorry to
be the means of making any of you unhappy; but since we see every day that
where there is affection, young people are seldom withheld by immediate
want of fortune, from entering into engagements with each other, how can I
promise to be wiser than so many of my fellow creatures if I am tempted, or
how am I even to know that it would be wisdom to resist? All that I can
promise you, therefore, is not to be in a hurry. I will not be in a hurry to
believe myself his first object. When I am in company with him, I will not be
wishing. In short, I will do my best.”
“Perhaps it will be as well, if you discourage his coming here so very often.
At least, you should not remind your Mother of inviting him.”
“As I did the other day,” said Elizabeth, with a conscious smile; “very true,
it will be wise in me to refrain from that. But do not imagine that he is
always here so often. It is on your account that he has been so frequently
invited this week. You know my mother’s ideas as to the necessity of
constant company for her friends. But really, and upon my honour, I will try
to do what I think to be wisest; and now, I hope you are satisfied.”
Her aunt assured her that she was; and Elizabeth having thanked her for
the kindness of her hints, they parted; a wonderful instance of advice being
given on such a point, without being resented.
Mr. Collins returned into Hertfordshire soon after it had been quitted by
the Gardiners and Jane; but as he took up his abode with the Lucases, his
arrival was no great inconvenience to Mrs. Bennet. His marriage was now
fast approaching, and she was at length so far resigned as to think it
inevitable, and even repeatedly to say in an ill-natured tone that she “wished
they might be happy.” Thursday was to be the wedding day, and on
Wednesday Miss Lucas paid her farewell visit; and when she rose to take
leave, Elizabeth, ashamed of her mother’s ungracious and reluctant good
wishes, and sincerely affected herself, accompanied her out of the room. As
they went downstairs together, Charlotte said —
“I shall depend on hearing from you very often, Eliza.”
“That you certainly shall.”
“And I have another favour to ask. Will you come and see me?”
“We shall often meet, I hope, in Hertfordshire.”
“I am not likely to leave Kent for some time. Promise me, therefore, to
come to Hunsford.”
Elizabeth could not refuse, though she foresaw little pleasure in the visit.
“My father and Maria are to come to me in March,” added Charlotte, “and
I hope you will consent to be of the party. Indeed, Eliza, you will be as
welcome to me as either of them.”
The wedding took place; the bride and bridegroom set off for Kent from
the church door, and everybody had as much to say or to hear on the subject
as usual. Elizabeth soon heard from her friend; and their correspondence
was as regular and frequent as it had ever been; that it should be equally
unreserved was impossible. Elizabeth could never address her without
feeling that all the comfort of intimacy was over, and, though determined
not to slacken as a correspondent, it was for the sake of what had been,
rather than what was. Charlotte’s first letters were received with a good deal
of eagerness; there could not but be curiosity to know how she would speak
of her new home, how she would like Lady Catherine, and how happy she
would dare pronounce herself to be; though, when the letters were read,
Elizabeth felt that Charlotte expressed herself on every point exactly as she
might have foreseen. She wrote cheerfully, seemed surrounded with
comforts, and mentioned nothing which she could not praise. The house,
furniture, neighbourhood, and roads, were all to her taste, and Lady
Catherine’s behaviour was most friendly and obliging. It was Mr. Collins’s
picture of Hunsford and Rosings rationally softened; and Elizabeth
perceived that she must wait for her own visit there, to know the rest.
Jane had already written a few lines to her sister to announce their safe
arrival in London; and when she wrote again, Elizabeth hoped it would be in
her power to say something of the Bingleys.
Her impatience for this second letter was as well rewarded as impatience
generally is. Jane had been a week in town, without either seeing or hearing
from Caroline. She accounted for it, however, by supposing that her last
letter to her friend from Longbourn, had by some accident been lost.
“My aunt,” she continued, “is going tomorrow into that part of the town,
and I shall take the opportunity of calling in Grosvenor-street.”
She wrote again when the visit was paid, and she had seen Miss Bingley. “I
did not think Caroline in spirits,” were her words, “but she was very glad to
see me, and reproached me for giving her no notice of my coming to
London. I was right, therefore; my last letter had never reached her. I
enquired after their brother, of course. He was well, but so much engaged
with Mr. Darcy, that they scarcely ever saw him. I found that Miss Darcy was
expected to dinner. I wish I could see her. My visit was not long, as Caroline
and Mrs. Hurst were going out. I dare say I shall soon see them here.”
Elizabeth shook her head over this letter. It convinced her, that accident
only could discover to Mr. Bingley her sister’s being in town.
Four weeks passed away, and Jane saw nothing of him. She endeavoured
to persuade herself that she did not regret it; but she could no longer be
blind to Miss Bingley’s inattention. After waiting at home every morning for
a fortnight, and inventing every evening a fresh excuse for her, the visitor
did at last appear; but the shortness of her stay, and yet more, the alteration
of her manner, would allow Jane to deceive herself no longer. The letter
which she wrote on this occasion to her sister, will prove what she felt.
“My dearest Lizzy will, I am sure, be incapable of triumphing in her
better judgment, at my expense, when I confess myself to have been
entirely deceived in Miss Bingley’s regard for me. But, my dear sister,
though the event has proved you right, do not think me obstinate if I
still assert, that, considering what her behaviour was, my confidence
was as natural as your suspicion. I do not at all comprehend her reason
for wishing to be intimate with me, but if the same circumstances were
to happen again, I am sure I should be deceived again. Caroline did not
return my visit till yesterday; and not a note, not a line, did I receive in
the meantime. When she did come, it was very evident that she had no
pleasure in it; she made a slight, formal, apology, for not calling before,
said not a word of wishing to see me again, and was in every respect so
altered a creature, that when she went away, I was perfectly resolved to
continue the acquaintance no longer. I pity, though I cannot help
blaming her. She was very wrong in singling me out as she did; I can
safely say, that every advance to intimacy began on her side. But I pity
her, because she must feel that she has been acting wrong, and because
I am very sure that anxiety for her brother is the cause of it. I need not
explain myself farther; and though we know this anxiety to be quite
needless, yet if she feels it, it will easily account for her behaviour to me;
and so deservedly dear as he is to his sister, whatever anxiety she may
feel on his behalf, is natural and amiable. I cannot but wonder,
however, at her having any such fears now, because, if he had at all
cared about me, we must have met long, long ago. He knows of my
being in town, I am certain, from something she said herself; and yet it
should seem by her manner of talking, as if she wanted to persuade
herself that he is really partial to Miss Darcy. I cannot understand it. If I
were not afraid of judging harshly, I should be almost tempted to say,
that there is a strong appearance of duplicity in all this. But I will
endeavour to banish every painful thought, and think only of what will
make me happy, your affection, and the invariable kindness of my dear
uncle and aunt. Let me hear from you very soon. Miss Bingley said
something of his never returning to Netherfield again, of giving up the
house, but not with any certainty. We had better not mention it. I am
extremely glad that you have such pleasant accounts from our friends at
Hunsford. Pray go to see them, with Sir William and Maria. I am sure
you will be very comfortable there.
“Y, .”
This letter gave Elizabeth some pain; but her spirits returned as she
considered that Jane would no longer be duped, by the sister at least. All
expectation from the brother was now absolutely over. She would not even
wish for any renewal of his attentions. His character sunk on every review of
it; and as a punishment for him, as well as a possible advantage to Jane, she
seriously hoped he might really soon marry Mr. Darcy’s sister, as, by
Wickham’s account, she would make him abundantly regret what he had
thrown away.
Mrs. Gardiner about this time reminded Elizabeth of her promise
concerning that gentleman, and required information; and Elizabeth had
such to send as might rather give contentment to her aunt than to herself.
His apparent partiality had subsided, his attentions were over, he was the
admirer of someone else. Elizabeth was watchful enough to see it all, but she
could see it and write of it without material pain. Her heart had been but
slightly touched, and her vanity was satisfied with believing that she would
have been his only choice, had fortune permitted it. The sudden acquisition
of ten thousand pounds was the most remarkable charm of the young lady,
to whom he was now rendering himself agreeable; but Elizabeth, less clear-
sighted perhaps in his case than in Charlotte’s, did not quarrel with him for
his wish of independence. Nothing, on the contrary, could be more natural;
and while able to suppose that it cost him a few struggles to relinquish her,
she was ready to allow it a wise and desirable measure for both, and could
very sincerely wish him happy.
All this was acknowledged to Mrs. Gardiner; and after relating the
circumstances, she thus went on: —“I am now convinced, my dear aunt, that
I have never been much in love; for had I really experienced that pure and
elevating passion, I should at present detest his very name, and wish him all
manner of evil. But my feelings are not only cordial towards him; they are
even impartial towards Miss King. I cannot find out that I hate her at all, or
that I am in the least unwilling to think her a very good sort of girl. There
can be no love in all this. My watchfulness has been effectual; and though I
should certainly be a more interesting object to all my acquaintance, were I
distractedly in love with him, I cannot say that I regret my comparative
insignificance. Importance may sometimes be purchased too dearly. Kitty
and Lydia take his defection much more to heart than I do. They are young
in the ways of the world, and not yet open to the mortifying conviction that
handsome young men must have something to live on, as well as the plain.”
XXVII
With no greater events than these in the Longbourn family, and otherwise
diversified by little beyond the walks to Meryton, sometimes dirty and
sometimes cold, did January and February pass away. March was to take
Elizabeth to Hunsford. She had not at first thought very seriously of going
thither; but Charlotte, she soon found, was depending on the plan, and she
gradually learned to consider it herself with greater pleasure as well as
greater certainty. Absence had increased her desire of seeing Charlotte
again, and weakened her disgust of Mr. Collins. There was novelty in the
scheme, and as, with such a mother and such uncompanionable sisters,
home could not be faultless, a little change was not unwelcome for its own
sake. The journey would moreover give her a peep at Jane; and, in short, as
the time drew near, she would have been very sorry for any delay.
Everything, however, went on smoothly, and was finally settled according to
Charlotte’s first sketch. She was to accompany Sir William and his second
daughter. The improvement of spending a night in London was added in
time, and the plan became perfect as plan could be.
The only pain was in leaving her father, who would certainly miss her, and
who, when it came to the point, so little liked her going, that he told her to
write to him, and almost promised to answer her letter.
The farewell between herself and Mr. Wickham was perfectly friendly; on
his side even more. His present pursuit could not make him forget that
Elizabeth had been the first to excite and to deserve his attention, the first to
listen and to pity, the first to be admired; and in his manner of bidding her
adieu, wishing her every enjoyment, reminding her of what she was to
expect in Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and trusting their opinion of her —their
opinion of everybody —would always coincide, there was a solicitude, an
interest which she felt must ever attach her to him with a most sincere
regard; and she parted from him convinced, that whether married or single,
he must always be her model of the amiable and pleasing.
Her fellow-travellers the next day were not of a kind to make her think
him less agreeable. Sir William Lucas, and his daughter Maria, a good
humoured girl, but as empty-headed as himself, had nothing to say that
could be worth hearing, and were listened to with about as much delight as
the rattle of the chaise. Elizabeth loved absurdities, but she had known
Sir William’s too long. He could tell her nothing new of the wonders of
his presentation and knighthood; and his civilities were worn out like
his information.
It was a journey of only twenty-four miles, and they began it so early as to
be in Gracechurch-street by noon. As they drove to Mr. Gardiner’s door,
Jane was at a drawing-room window watching their arrival; when they
entered the passage she was there to welcome them, and Elizabeth, looking
earnestly in her face, was pleased to see it healthful and lovely as ever. On
the stairs were a troop of little boys and girls, whose eagerness for their
cousin’s appearance would not allow them to wait in the drawing-room, and
whose shyness, as they had not seen her for a twelvemonth, prevented their
coming lower. All was joy and kindness. The day passed most pleasantly
away; the morning in bustle and shopping, and the evening at one of
the theatres.
Elizabeth then contrived to sit by her aunt. Their first subject was her
sister; and she was more grieved than astonished to hear, in reply to her
minute enquiries, that though Jane always struggled to support her spirits,
there were periods of dejection. It was reasonable, however, to hope, that
they would not continue long. Mrs. Gardiner gave her the particulars also of
Miss Bingley’s visit in Gracechurch-street, and repeated conversations
occurring at different times between Jane and herself, which proved that the
former had, from her heart, given up the acquaintance.
Mrs. Gardiner then rallied her niece on Wickham’s desertion, and
complimented her on bearing it so well.
“But, my dear Elizabeth,” she added, “what sort of girl is Miss King? I
should be sorry to think our friend mercenary.”
“Pray, my dear aunt, what is the difference in matrimonial affairs,
between the mercenary and the prudent motive? Where does discretion end,
and avarice begin? Last Christmas you were afraid of his marrying me,
because it would be imprudent; and now, because he is trying to get a girl
with only ten thousand pounds, you want to find out that he is mercenary.”
“If you will only tell me what sort of girl Miss King is, I shall know what
to think.”
“She is a very good kind of girl, I believe. I know no harm of her.”
“But he paid her not the smallest attention, till her grandfather’s death
made her mistress of this fortune.”
“No —why should he? If it was not allowable for him to gain my affections,
because I had no money, what occasion could there be for making love to a
girl whom he did not care about, and who was equally poor?”
“But there seems indelicacy in directing his attentions towards her, so
soon after this event.”
“A man in distressed circumstances has not time for all those elegant
decorums which other people may observe. If she does not object to it, why
should we?”
“Her not objecting, does not justify him. It only shows her being deficient
in something herself —sense or feeling.”
“Well,” cried Elizabeth, “have it as you choose. He shall be mercenary, and
she shall be foolish.”
“No, Lizzy, that is what I do not choose. I should be sorry, you know, to
think ill of a young man who has lived so long in Derbyshire.”
“Oh! if that is all, I have a very poor opinion of young men who live in
Derbyshire; and their intimate friends who live in Hertfordshire are not
much better. I am sick of them all. Thank Heaven! I am going tomorrow
where I shall find a man who has not one agreeable quality, who has neither
manner nor sense to recommend him. Stupid men are the only ones worth
knowing, after all.”
“Take care, Lizzy; that speech savours strongly of disappointment.”
Before they were separated by the conclusion of the play, she had the
unexpected happiness of an invitation to accompany her uncle and aunt in a
tour of pleasure which they proposed taking in the summer.
“We have not quite determined how far it shall carry us,” said
Mrs. Gardiner, “but perhaps to the Lakes.”
No scheme could have been more agreeable to Elizabeth, and her
acceptance of the invitation was most ready and grateful. “My dear, dear
aunt,” she rapturously cried, “what delight! what felicity! You give me fresh
life and vigour. Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks
and mountains? Oh! what hours of transport we shall spend! And when we
do return, it shall not be like other travellers, without being able to give one
accurate idea of anything. We will know where we have gone —we will
recollect what we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers, shall not be
jumbled together in our imaginations; nor, when we attempt to describe
any particular scene, will we begin quarrelling about its relative situation.
Let our first effusions be less insupportable than those of the generality
of travellers.”
XXVIII
Every object in the next day’s journey was new and interesting to Elizabeth;
and her spirits were in a state for enjoyment; for she had seen her sister
looking so well as to banish all fear for her health, and the prospect of her
northern tour was a constant source of delight.
When they left the high road for the lane to Hunsford, every eye was in
search of the Parsonage, and every turning expected to bring it in view. The
paling of Rosings Park was their boundary on one side. Elizabeth smiled at
the recollection of all that she had heard of its inhabitants.
At length the Parsonage was discernible. The garden sloping to the road,
the house standing in it, the green pales and the laurel hedge, everything
declared they were arriving. Mr. Collins and Charlotte appeared at the door,
and the carriage stopped at the small gate, which led by a short gravel walk
to the house, amidst the nods and smiles of the whole party. In a moment
they were all out of the chaise, rejoicing at the sight of each other.
Mrs. Collins welcomed her friend with the liveliest pleasure, and Elizabeth
was more and more satisfied with coming, when she found herself so
affectionately received. She saw instantly that her cousin’s manners were
not altered by his marriage; his formal civility was just what it had been, and
he detained her some minutes at the gate to hear and satisfy his enquiries
after all her family. They were then, with no other delay than his pointing
out the neatness of the entrance, taken into the house; and as soon as they
were in the parlour, he welcomed them a second time with ostentatious
formality to his humble abode, and punctually repeated all his wife’s offers
of refreshment.
Elizabeth was prepared to see him in his glory; and she could not help
fancying that in displaying the good proportion of the room, its aspect and
its furniture, he addressed himself particularly to her, as if wishing to make
her feel what she had lost in refusing him. But though everything seemed
neat and comfortable, she was not able to gratify him by any sigh of
repentance; and rather looked with wonder at her friend that she could have
so cheerful an air, with such a companion. When Mr. Collins said anything
of which his wife might reasonably be ashamed, which certainly was not
unseldom, she involuntarily turned her eye on Charlotte. Once or twice she
could discern a faint blush; but in general Charlotte wisely did not hear.
After sitting long enough to admire every article of furniture in the room,
from the sideboard to the fender, to give an account of their journey and of
all that had happened in London, Mr. Collins invited them to take a stroll in
the garden, which was large and well laid out, and to the cultivation of which
he attended himself. To work in his garden was one of his most respectable
pleasures; and Elizabeth admired the command of countenance with which
Charlotte talked of the healthfulness of the exercise, and owned she
encouraged it as much as possible. Here, leading the way through every walk
and cross walk, and scarcely allowing them an interval to utter the praises
he asked for, every view was pointed out with a minuteness which left
beauty entirely behind. He could number the fields in every direction, and
could tell how many trees there were in the most distant clump. But of all
the views which his garden, or which the country, or the kingdom could
boast, none were to be compared with the prospect of Rosings, afforded
by an opening in the trees that bordered the park nearly opposite the
front of his house. It was a handsome modern building, well situated on
rising ground.
From his garden, Mr. Collins would have led them round his two
meadows, but the ladies not having shoes to encounter the remains of a
white frost, turned back; and while Sir William accompanied him, Charlotte
took her sister and friend over the house, extremely well pleased, probably,
to have the opportunity of showing it without her husband’s help. It was
rather small, but well built and convenient; and everything was fitted up and
arranged with a neatness and consistency of which Elizabeth gave Charlotte
all the credit. When Mr. Collins could be forgotten, there was really a great
air of comfort throughout, and by Charlotte’s evident enjoyment of it,
Elizabeth supposed he must be often forgotten.
She had already learnt that Lady Catherine was still in the country. It
was spoken of again while they were at dinner, when Mr. Collins joining
in, observed —
“Yes, Miss Elizabeth, you will have the honour of seeing Lady Catherine de
Bourgh on the ensuing Sunday at church, and I need not say you will be
delighted with her. She is all affability and condescension, and I doubt not
but you will be honoured with some portion of her notice when service is
over. I have scarcely any hesitation in saying that she will include you and
my sister Maria in every invitation with which she honours us during your
stay here. Her behaviour to my dear Charlotte is charming. We dine at
Rosings twice every week, and are never allowed to walk home. Her
ladyship’s carriage is regularly ordered for us. I should say, one of her
ladyship’s carriages, for she has several.”
“Lady Catherine is a very respectable, sensible woman indeed,” added
Charlotte, “and a most attentive neighbour.”
“Very true, my dear, that is exactly what I say. She is the sort of woman
whom one cannot regard with too much deference.”
The evening was spent chiefly in talking over Hertfordshire news, and
telling again what had been already written; and when it closed, Elizabeth in
the solitude of her chamber had to meditate upon Charlotte’s degree of
contentment, to understand her address in guiding, and composure in
bearing with her husband, and to acknowledge that it was all done very well.
She had also to anticipate how her visit would pass, the quiet tenor of their
usual employments, the vexatious interruptions of Mr. Collins, and the
gaieties of their intercourse with Rosings. A lively imagination soon settled
it all.
About the middle of the next day, as she was in her room getting ready for
a walk, a sudden noise below seemed to speak the whole house in confusion;
and after listening a moment, she heard somebody running upstairs in a
violent hurry, and calling loudly after her. She opened the door, and met
Maria in the landing place, who, breathless with agitation, cried out —
“Oh, my dear Eliza! pray make haste and come into the dining-room, for
there is such a sight to be seen! I will not tell you what it is. Make haste, and
come down this moment.”
Elizabeth asked questions in vain; Maria would tell her nothing more, and
down they ran into the dining-room, which fronted the lane, in quest of this
wonder; it was two ladies stopping in a low phaeton at the garden gate.
“And is this all?” cried Elizabeth. “I expected at least that the pigs were got
into the garden, and here is nothing but Lady Catherine and her daughter!”
“La! my dear,” said Maria, quite shocked at the mistake, “it is not Lady
Catherine. The old lady is Mrs. Jenkinson, who lives with them. The other is
Miss de Bourgh. Only look at her. She is quite a little creature. Who would
have thought she could be so thin and small!”
“She is abominably rude to keep Charlotte out of doors in all this wind.
Why does she not come in?”
“Oh! Charlotte says, she hardly ever does. It is the greatest of favours
when Miss de Bourgh comes in.”
“I like her appearance,” said Elizabeth, struck with other ideas. “She looks
sickly and cross. Yes, she will do for him very well. She will make him a very
proper wife.”
Mr. Collins and Charlotte were both standing at the gate in conversation
with the ladies; and Sir William, to Elizabeth’s high diversion, was stationed
in the doorway, in earnest contemplation of the greatness before him, and
constantly bowing whenever Miss de Bourgh looked that way.
At length there was nothing more to be said; the ladies drove on, and the
others returned into the house. Mr. Collins no sooner saw the two girls than
he began to congratulate them on their good fortune, which Charlotte
explained by letting them know that the whole party was asked to dine at
Rosings the next day.
XXIX
Mr. Collins’s triumph in consequence of this invitation was complete. The
power of displaying the grandeur of his patroness to his wondering visitors,
and of letting them see her civility towards himself and his wife, was exactly
what he had wished for; and that an opportunity of doing it should be given
so soon, was such an instance of Lady Catherine’s condescension as he knew
not how to admire enough.
“I confess,” said he, “that I should not have been at all surprised by her
Ladyship’s asking us on Sunday to drink tea and spend the evening at
Rosings. I rather expected, from my knowledge of her affability, that it
would happen. But who could have foreseen such an attention as this? Who
could have imagined that we should receive an invitation to dine there
(an invitation moreover including the whole party) so immediately after
your arrival!”
“I am the less surprised at what has happened,” replied Sir William, “from
that knowledge of what the manners of the great really are, which my
situation in life has allowed me to acquire. About the Court, such instances
of elegant breeding are not uncommon.”
Scarcely anything was talked of the whole day or next morning, but their
visit to Rosings. Mr. Collins was carefully instructing them in what they
were to expect, that the sight of such rooms, so many servants, and so
splendid a dinner might not wholly overpower them.
When the ladies were separating for the toilette, he said to Elizabeth —
“Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Lady
Catherine is far from requiring that elegance of dress in us, which becomes
herself and daughter. I would advise you merely to put on whatever of your
clothes is superior to the rest, there is no occasion for anything more. Lady
Catherine will not think the worse of you for being simply dressed. She likes
to have the distinction of rank preserved.”
While they were dressing, he came two or three times to their different
doors, to recommend their being quick, as Lady Catherine very much
objected to be kept waiting for her dinner. Such formidable accounts of her
Ladyship, and her manner of living, quite frightened Maria Lucas, who had
been little used to company, and she looked forward to her introduction at
Rosings with as much apprehension as her father had done to his
presentation at St. James’s.
As the weather was fine, they had a pleasant walk of about half a mile
across the park. Every park has its beauty and its prospects; and Elizabeth
saw much to be pleased with, though she could not be in such raptures as
Mr. Collins expected the scene to inspire, and was but slightly affected by his
enumeration of the windows in front of the house, and his relation of what
the glazing altogether had originally cost Sir Lewis de Bourgh.
When they ascended the steps to the hall, Maria’s alarm was every
moment increasing, and even Sir William did not look perfectly calm.
Elizabeth’s courage did not fail her. She had heard nothing of Lady
Catherine that spoke her awful from any extraordinary talents or miraculous
virtue, and the mere stateliness of money and rank, she thought she could
witness without trepidation.
From the entrance hall, of which Mr. Collins pointed out, with a rapturous
air, the fine proportion and finished ornaments, they followed the servants
through an antechamber, to the room where Lady Catherine, her daughter,
and Mrs. Jenkinson were sitting. Her Ladyship, with great condescension,
arose to receive them; and as Mrs. Collins had settled it with her husband
that the office of introduction should be hers, it was performed in a proper
manner, without any of those apologies and thanks which he would have
thought necessary.
In spite of having been at St. James’s, Sir William was so completely awed
by the grandeur surrounding him, that he had but just courage enough to
make a very low bow, and take his seat without saying a word; and his
daughter, frightened almost out of her senses, sat on the edge of her chair,
not knowing which way to look. Elizabeth found herself quite equal to the
scene, and could observe the three ladies before her composedly. Lady
Catherine was a tall, large woman, with strongly-marked features, which
might once have been handsome. Her air was not conciliating, nor was her
manner of receiving them, such as to make her visitors forget their inferior
rank. She was not rendered formidable by silence; but whatever she said,
was spoken in so authoritative a tone, as marked her self-importance, and
brought Mr. Wickham immediately to Elizabeth’s mind; and from the
observation of the day altogether, she believed Lady Catherine to be exactly
what he had represented.
When, after examining the mother, in whose countenance and
deportment she soon found some resemblance of Mr. Darcy, she turned her
eyes on the daughter, she could almost have joined in Maria’s astonishment,
at her being so thin, and so small. There was neither in figure nor face any
likeness between the ladies. Miss de Bourgh was pale and sickly; her
features, though not plain, were insignificant; and she spoke very little,
except in a low voice, to Mrs. Jenkinson, in whose appearance there was
nothing remarkable, and who was entirely engaged in listening to what she
said, and placing a screen in the proper direction before her eyes.
After sitting a few minutes, they were all sent to one of the windows, to
admire the view, Mr. Collins attending them to point out its beauties, and
Lady Catherine kindly informing them that it was much better worth
looking at in the summer.
The dinner was exceedingly handsome, and there were all the servants,
and all the articles of plate which Mr. Collins had promised; and, as he had
likewise foretold, he took his seat at the bottom of the table, by her
ladyship’s desire, and looked as if he felt that life could furnish nothing
greater. He carved, and ate, and praised with delighted alacrity; and every
dish was commended, first by him, and then by Sir William, who was now
enough recovered to echo whatever his son in law said, in a manner which
Elizabeth wondered Lady Catherine could bear. But Lady Catherine seemed
gratified by their excessive admiration, and gave most gracious smiles,
especially when any dish on the table proved a novelty to them. The party
did not supply much conversation. Elizabeth was ready to speak whenever
there was an opening, but she was seated between Charlotte and Miss de
Bourgh —the former of whom was engaged in listening to Lady Catherine,
and the latter said not a word to her all dinner time. Mrs. Jenkinson was
chiefly employed in watching how little Miss de Bourgh ate, pressing her
to try some other dish, and fearing she were indisposed. Maria thought
speaking out of the question, and the gentlemen did nothing but eat
and admire.
When the ladies returned to the drawing-room, there was little to be done
but to hear Lady Catherine talk, which she did without any intermission till
coffee came in, delivering her opinion on every subject in so decisive a
manner as proved that she was not used to have her judgment controverted.
She enquired into Charlotte’s domestic concerns familiarly and minutely,
and gave her a great deal of advice, as to the management of them all; told
her how everything ought to be regulated in so small a family as hers, and
instructed her as to the care of her cows and her poultry. Elizabeth found
that nothing was beneath this great Lady’s attention, which could furnish
her with an occasion of dictating to others. In the intervals of her discourse
with Mrs. Collins, she addressed a variety of questions to Maria and
Elizabeth, but especially to the latter, of whose connections she knew the
least, and who she observed to Mrs. Collins, was a very genteel, pretty kind
of girl. She asked her at different times, how many sisters she had, whether
they were older or younger than herself, whether any of them were likely to
be married, whether they were handsome, where they had been educated,
what carriage her father kept, and what had been her mother’s maiden
name? —Elizabeth felt all the impertinence of her questions, but answered
them very composedly. Lady Catherine then observed, “Your father’s estate
is entailed on Mr. Collins, I think. For your sake,” turning to Charlotte, “I am
glad of it; but otherwise I see no occasion for entailing estates from the
female line. It was not thought necessary in Sir Lewis de Bourgh’s family. Do
you play and sing, Miss Bennet?”
“A little.”
“Oh! then —some time or other we shall be happy to hear you. Our
instrument is a capital one, probably superior to —You shall try it some day.
Do your sisters play and sing?”
“One of them does.”
“Why did not you all learn? —You ought all to have learned. The Miss
Webbs all play, and their father has not so good an income as yours. Do
you draw?”
“No, not at all.”
“What, none of you?”
“Not one.”
“That is very strange. But I suppose you had no opportunity. Your mother
should have taken you to town every spring for the benefit of masters.”
“My mother would have had no objection, but my father hates London.”
“Has your governess left you?”
“We never had any governess.”
“No governess! How was that possible? Five daughters brought up at
home without a governess! —I never heard of such a thing. Your mother
must have been quite a slave to your education.”
Elizabeth could hardly help smiling, as she assured her that had not been
the case.
“Then, who taught you? who attended to you? Without a governess you
must have been neglected.”
“Compared with some families, I believe we were; but such of us as
wished to learn, never wanted the means. We were always encouraged to
read, and had all the masters that were necessary. Those who chose to be
idle, certainly might.”
“Aye, no doubt; but that is what a governess will prevent, and if I had
known your mother, I should have advised her most strenuously to engage
one. I always say that nothing is to be done in education without steady and
regular instruction, and nobody but a governess can give it. It is wonderful
how many families I have been the means of supplying in that way. I am
always glad to get a young person well placed out. Four nieces of
Mrs. Jenkinson are most delightfully situated through my means; and it was
but the other day, that I recommended another young person, who was
merely accidentally mentioned to me, and the family are quite delighted
with her. Mrs. Collins, did I tell you of Lady Metcalfe’s calling yesterday
to thank me? She finds Miss Pope a treasure. ‘Lady Catherine,’ said
she, ‘you have given me a treasure.’ Are any of your younger sisters out,
Miss Bennet?”
“Yes, Ma’am, all.”
“All! —What, all five out at once? Very odd! —And you only the second. The
younger ones out before the elder are married! —Your younger sisters must
be very young?”
“Yes, my youngest is not sixteen. Perhaps she is full young to be much in
company. But really, Ma’am, I think it would be very hard upon younger
sisters, that they should not have their share of society and amusement
because the elder may not have the means or inclination to marry early. The
last born has as good a right to the pleasures of youth, as the first. And to be
kept back on such a motive! —I think it would not be very likely to promote
sisterly affection or delicacy of mind.”
“Upon my word,” said her Ladyship, “you give your opinion very
decidedly for so young a person. Pray, what is your age?”
“With three younger sisters grown up,” replied Elizabeth smiling, “your
Ladyship can hardly expect me to own it.”
Lady Catherine seemed quite astonished at not receiving a direct answer;
and Elizabeth suspected herself to be the first creature who had ever dared
to trifle with so much dignified impertinence.
“You cannot be more than twenty, I am sure —therefore you need not
conceal your age.”
“I am not one and twenty.”
When the gentlemen had joined them, and tea was over, the card tables
were placed. Lady Catherine, Sir William, and Mr. and Mrs. Collins sat down
to quadrille; and as Miss de Bourgh chose to play at cassino, the two girls
had the honour of assisting Mrs. Jenkinson to make up her party. Their
table was superlatively stupid. Scarcely a syllable was uttered that did not
relate to the game, except when Mrs. Jenkinson expressed her fears of Miss
de Bourgh’s being too hot or too cold, or having too much or too little light.
A great deal more passed at the other table. Lady Catherine was generally
speaking —stating the mistakes of the three others, or relating some
anecdote of herself. Mr. Collins was employed in agreeing to everything her
Ladyship said, thanking her for every fish he won, and apologising if he
thought he won too many. Sir William did not say much. He was storing his
memory with anecdotes and noble names.
When Lady Catherine and her daughter had played as long as they chose,
the tables were broke up, the carriage was offered to Mrs. Collins, gratefully
accepted, and immediately ordered. The party then gathered round the fire
to hear Lady Catherine determine what weather they were to have on the
morrow. From these instructions they were summoned by the arrival of the
coach, and with many speeches of thankfulness on Mr. Collins’s side, and as
many bows on Sir William’s, they departed. As soon as they had driven from
the door, Elizabeth was called on by her cousin, to give her opinion of all
that she had seen at Rosings, which, for Charlotte’s sake, she made more
favourable than it really was. But her commendation, though costing her
some trouble, could by no means satisfy Mr. Collins, and he was very soon
obliged to take her Ladyship’s praise into his own hands.
XXX
Sir William stayed only a week at Hunsford; but his visit was long enough to
convince him of his daughter’s being most comfortably settled, and of her
possessing such a husband and such a neighbour as were not often met with.
While Sir William was with them, Mr. Collins devoted his mornings to
driving him out in his gig, and showing him the country; but when he went
away, the whole family returned to their usual employments, and Elizabeth
was thankful to find that they did not see more of her cousin by the
alteration, for the chief of the time between breakfast and dinner was now
passed by him either at work in the garden, or in reading and writing, and
looking out of window in his own book room, which fronted the road. The
room in which the ladies sat was backwards. Elizabeth at first had rather
wondered that Charlotte should not prefer the dining-parlour for common
use; it was a better sized room, and had a pleasanter aspect; but she soon
saw that her friend had an excellent reason for what she did, for Mr. Collins
would undoubtedly have been much less in his own apartment, had they sat
in one equally lively; and she gave Charlotte credit for the arrangement.
From the drawing-room they could distinguish nothing in the lane, and
were indebted to Mr. Collins for the knowledge of what carriages went
along, and how often especially Miss de Bourgh drove by in her phaeton,
which he never failed coming to inform them of, though it happened almost
every day. She not unfrequently stopped at the Parsonage, and had a few
minutes’ conversation with Charlotte, but was scarcely ever prevailed on to
get out.
Very few days passed in which Mr. Collins did not walk to Rosings, and
not many in which his wife did not think it necessary to go likewise; and till
Elizabeth recollected that there might be other family livings to be disposed
of, she could not understand the sacrifice of so many hours. Now and then,
they were honoured with a call from her Ladyship, and nothing escaped her
observation that was passing in the room during these visits. She examined
into their employments, looked at their work, and advised them to do it
differently; found fault with the arrangement of the furniture, or detected
the housemaid in negligence; and if she accepted any refreshment, seemed
to do it only for the sake of finding out that Mrs. Collins’s joints of meat
were too large for her family.
Elizabeth soon perceived that though this great lady was not in the
commission of the peace for the county, she was a most active magistrate in
her own parish, the minutest concerns of which were carried to her by
Mr. Collins; and whenever any of the cottagers were disposed to be
quarrelsome, discontented or too poor, she sallied forth into the village to
settle their differences, silence their complaints, and scold them into
harmony and plenty.
The entertainment of dining at Rosings was repeated about twice a week;
and, allowing for the loss of Sir William, and there being only one card table
in the evening, every such entertainment was the counterpart of the first.
Their other engagements were few; as the style of living of the
neighbourhood in general, was beyond the Collinses’ reach. This however
was no evil to Elizabeth, and upon the whole she spent her time comfortably
enough; there were half hours of pleasant conversation with Charlotte, and
the weather was so fine for the time of year, that she had often great
enjoyment out of doors. Her favourite walk, and where she frequently went
while the others were calling on Lady Catherine, was along the open grove
which edged that side of the park, where there was a nice sheltered path,
which no one seemed to value but herself, and where she felt beyond the
reach of Lady Catherine’s curiosity.
In this quiet way, the first fortnight of her visit soon passed away. Easter
was approaching, and the week preceding it, was to bring an addition to the
family at Rosings, which in so small a circle must be important. Elizabeth
had heard soon after her arrival, that Mr. Darcy was expected there in the
course of a few weeks, and though there were not many of her acquaintance
whom she did not prefer, his coming would furnish one comparatively new
to look at in their Rosings parties, and she might be amused in seeing how
hopeless Miss Bingley’s designs on him were, by his behaviour to his cousin,
for whom he was evidently destined by Lady Catherine; who talked of his
coming with the greatest satisfaction, spoke of him in terms of the highest
admiration, and seemed almost angry to find that he had already been
frequently seen by Miss Lucas and herself.
His arrival was soon known at the Parsonage, for Mr. Collins was walking
the whole morning within view of the lodges opening into Hunsford Lane, in
order to have the earliest assurance of it; and after making his bow as the
carriage turned into the Park, hurried home with the great intelligence. On
the following morning he hastened to Rosings to pay his respects. There
were two nephews of Lady Catherine to require them, for Mr. Darcy had
brought with him a Colonel Fitzwilliam, the younger son of his uncle, Lord
⸻⸻⸻, and, to the great surprise of all the party, when Mr. Collins returned,
the gentlemen accompanied him. Charlotte had seen them from her
husband’s room, crossing the road, and immediately running into the other,
told the girls what an honour they might expect, adding —
“I may thank you, Eliza, for this piece of civility. Mr. Darcy would never
have come so soon to wait upon me.”
Elizabeth had scarcely time to disclaim all right to the compliment, before
their approach was announced by the doorbell, and shortly afterwards the
three gentlemen entered the room. Colonel Fitzwilliam, who led the way,
was about thirty, not handsome, but in person and address most truly the
gentleman. Mr. Darcy looked just as he had been used to look in
Hertfordshire, paid his compliments, with his usual reserve, to Mrs. Collins;
and whatever might be his feelings towards her friend, met her with every
appearance of composure. Elizabeth merely curtseyed to him, without
saying a word.
Colonel Fitzwilliam entered into conversation directly with the readiness
and ease of a well-bred man, and talked very pleasantly; but his cousin, after
having addressed a slight observation on the house and garden to
Mrs. Collins, sat for some time without speaking to anybody. At length,
however, his civility was so far awakened as to enquire of Elizabeth after the
health of her family. She answered him in the usual way, and after a
moment’s pause, added —
“My eldest sister has been in town these three months. Have you never
happened to see her there?”
She was perfectly sensible that he never had; but she wished to see
whether he would betray any consciousness of what had passed between the
Bingleys and Jane; and she thought he looked a little confused as he
answered that he had never been so fortunate as to meet Miss Bennet.
The subject was pursued no farther, and the gentlemen soon afterwards
went away.
XXXI
Colonel Fitzwilliam’s manners were very much admired at the parsonage,
and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the pleasure of their
engagements at Rosings. It was some days, however, before they received
any invitation thither, for while there were visitors in the house, they could
not be necessary; and it was not till Easter-day, almost a week after the
gentlemen’s arrival, that they were honoured by such an attention, and then
they were merely asked on leaving church to come there in the evening. For
the last week they had seen very little of either Lady Catherine or her
daughter. Colonel Fitzwilliam had called at the parsonage more than once
during the time, but Mr. Darcy they had only seen at church.
The invitation was accepted of course, and at a proper hour they joined
the party in Lady Catherine’s drawing-room. Her ladyship received them
civilly, but it was plain that their company was by no means so acceptable as
when she could get nobody else; and she was, in fact, almost engrossed by
her nephews, speaking to them, especially to Darcy, much more than to any
other person in the room.
Colonel Fitzwilliam seemed really glad to see them; anything was a
welcome relief to him at Rosings; and Mrs. Collins’s pretty friend had
moreover caught his fancy very much. He now seated himself by her, and
talked so agreeably of Kent and Hertfordshire, of travelling and staying at
home, of new books and music, that Elizabeth had never been half so well
entertained in that room before; and they conversed with so much spirit and
flow, as to draw the attention of Lady Catherine herself, as well as of
Mr. Darcy. His eyes had been soon and repeatedly turned towards them
with a look of curiosity; and that her ladyship after a while shared the
feeling, was more openly acknowledged, for she did not scruple to call out —
“What is that you are saying, Fitzwilliam? What is it you are talking of?
What are you telling Miss Bennet? Let me hear what it is.”
“We are speaking of music, Madam,” said he, when no longer able to
avoid a reply.
“Of music! Then pray speak aloud. It is of all subjects my delight. I must
have my share in the conversation, if you are speaking of music. There are
few people in England, I suppose, who have more true enjoyment of music
than myself, or a better natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been
a great proficient. And so would Anne, if her health had allowed her to
apply. I am confident that she would have performed delightfully. How does
Georgiana get on, Darcy?”
Mr. Darcy spoke with affectionate praise of his sister’s proficiency.
“I am very glad to hear such a good account of her,” said Lady Catherine;
“and pray tell her from me, that she cannot expect to excel, if she does not
practise a great deal.”
“I assure you, Madam,” he replied, “that she does not need such advice.
She practises very constantly.”
“So much the better. It cannot be done too much; and when I next write to
her, I shall charge her not to neglect it on any account. I often tell young
ladies, that no excellence in music is to be acquired, without constant
practice. I have told Miss Bennet several times, that she will never play
really well, unless she practises more; and though Mrs. Collins has no
instrument, she is very welcome, as I have often told her, to come to Rosings
every day, and play on the pianoforte in Mrs. Jenkinson’s room. She would
be in nobody’s way, you know, in that part of the house.”
Mr. Darcy looked a little ashamed of his aunt’s ill breeding, and made
no answer.
When coffee was over, Colonel Fitzwilliam reminded Elizabeth of having
promised to play to him; and she sat down directly to the instrument. He
drew a chair near her. Lady Catherine listened to half a song, and then
talked, as before, to her other nephew; till the latter walked away from her,
and moving with his usual deliberation towards the pianoforte, stationed
himself so as to command a full view of the fair performer’s countenance.
Elizabeth saw what he was doing, and at the first convenient pause, turned
to him with an arch smile, and said —
“You mean to frighten me, Mr. Darcy, by coming in all this state to hear
me? But I will not be alarmed though your sister does play so well. There is a
stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of
others. My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me.”
“I shall not say that you are mistaken,” he replied, “because you could not
really believe me to entertain any design of alarming you; and I have had
the pleasure of your acquaintance long enough to know, that you find
great enjoyment in occasionally professing opinions which in fact are not
your own.”
Elizabeth laughed heartily at this picture of herself, and said to Colonel
Fitzwilliam, “Your cousin will give you a very pretty notion of me, and teach
you not to believe a word I say. I am particularly unlucky in meeting with a
person so well able to expose my real character, in a part of the world, where
I had hoped to pass myself off with some degree of credit. Indeed,
Mr. Darcy, it is very ungenerous in you to mention all that you knew to my
disadvantage in Hertfordshire —and, give me leave to say, very impolitic
too —for it is provoking me to retaliate, and such things may come out, as
will shock your relations to hear.”
“I am not afraid of you,” said he, smilingly.
“Pray let me hear what you have to accuse him of,” cried Colonel
Fitzwilliam. “I should like to know how he behaves among strangers.”
“You shall hear then —but prepare yourself for something very dreadful.
The first time of my ever seeing him in Hertfordshire, you must know, was
at a ball —and at this ball, what do you think he did? He danced only four
dances! I am sorry to pain you —but so it was. He danced only four dances,
though gentlemen were scarce; and, to my certain knowledge, more than
one young lady was sitting down in want of a partner. Mr. Darcy, you cannot
deny the fact.”
“I had not at that time the honour of knowing any lady in the assembly
beyond my own party.”
“True; and nobody can ever be introduced in a ball room. Well, Colonel
Fitzwilliam, what do I play next? My fingers wait your orders.”
“Perhaps,” said Darcy, “I should have judged better, had I sought an
introduction, but I am ill qualified to recommend myself to strangers.”
“Shall we ask your cousin the reason of this?” said Elizabeth, still
addressing Colonel Fitzwilliam. “Shall we ask him why a man of sense and
education, and who has lived in the world, is ill qualified to recommend
himself to strangers?”
“I can answer your question,” said Fitzwilliam, “without applying to him.
It is because he will not give himself the trouble.”
“I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,” said Darcy,
“of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch
their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often
see done.”
“My fingers,” said Elizabeth, “do not move over this instrument in the
masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same
force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I have
always supposed it to be my own fault —because I would not take the trouble
of practising. It is not that I do not believe my fingers as capable as any
other woman’s of superior execution.”
Darcy smiled and said, “You are perfectly right. You have employed your
time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you, can think
anything wanting. We neither of us perform to strangers.”
Here they were interrupted by Lady Catherine, who called out to know
what they were talking of. Elizabeth immediately began playing again. Lady
Catherine approached, and, after listening for a few minutes, said to Darcy —
“Miss Bennet would not play at all amiss, if she practised more, and could
have the advantage of a London master. She has a very good notion of
fingering, though her taste is not equal to Anne’s. Anne would have been a
delightful performer, had her health allowed her to learn.”
Elizabeth looked at Darcy to see how cordially he assented to his cousin’s
praise; but neither at that moment nor at any other could she discern any
symptom of love; and from the whole of his behaviour to Miss de Bourgh
she derived this comfort for Miss Bingley, that he might have been just as
likely to marry her, had she been his relation.
Lady Catherine continued her remarks on Elizabeth’s performance,
mixing with them many instructions on execution and taste. Elizabeth
received them with all the forbearance of civility; and at the request of the
gentlemen remained at the instrument till her Ladyship’s carriage was ready
to take them all home.
XXXII
Elizabeth was sitting by herself the next morning, and writing to Jane, while
Mrs. Collins and Maria were gone on business into the village, when she was
startled by a ring at the door, the certain signal of a visitor. As she had heard
no carriage, she thought it not unlikely to be Lady Catherine, and under that
apprehension was putting away her half-finished letter that she might
escape all impertinent questions, when the door opened, and to her very
great surprise, Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Darcy only, entered the room.
He seemed astonished too on finding her alone, and apologised for his
intrusion, by letting her know that he had understood all the ladies to
be within.
They then sat down, and when her enquiries after Rosings were made,
seemed in danger of sinking into total silence. It was absolutely necessary,
therefore, to think of something, and in this emergence recollecting when
she had seen him last in Hertfordshire, and feeling curious to know what he
would say on the subject of their hasty departure, she observed —
“How very suddenly you all quitted Netherfield last November, Mr. Darcy!
It must have been a most agreeable surprise to Mr. Bingley to see you all
after him so soon; for, if I recollect right, he went but the day before. He and
his sisters were well, I hope, when you left London.”
“Perfectly so —I thank you.”
She found that she was to receive no other answer —and, after a short
pause, added —
“I think I have understood that Mr. Bingley has not much idea of ever
returning to Netherfield again?”
“I have never heard him say so; but it is probable that he may spend very
little of his time there in future. He has many friends, and he is at a time of
life when friends and engagements are continually increasing.”
“If he means to be but little at Netherfield, it would be better for the
neighbourhood that he should give up the place entirely, for then we might
possibly get a settled family there. But perhaps Mr. Bingley did not take the
house so much for the convenience of the neighbourhood as for his own, and
we must expect him to keep or quit it on the same principle.”
“I should not be surprised,” said Darcy, “if he were to give it up, as soon as
any eligible purchase offers.”
Elizabeth made no answer. She was afraid of talking longer of his friend;
and, having nothing else to say, was now determined to leave the trouble of
finding a subject to him.
He took the hint, and soon began with, “This seems a very comfortable
house. Lady Catherine, I believe, did a great deal to it when Mr. Collins first
came to Hunsford.”
“I believe she did —and I am sure she could not have bestowed her
kindness on a more grateful object.”
“Mr. Collins appears very fortunate in his choice of a wife.”
“Yes, indeed; his friends may well rejoice in his having met with one of the
very few sensible women who would have accepted him, or have made him
happy if they had. My friend has an excellent understanding —though I am
not certain that I consider her marrying Mr. Collins as the wisest thing she
ever did. She seems perfectly happy, however, and in a prudential light, it is
certainly a very good match for her.”
“It must be very agreeable to her to be settled within so easy a distance of
her own family and friends.”
“An easy distance do you call it? It is nearly fifty miles.”
“And what is fifty miles of good road? Little more than half a day’s
journey. Yes, I call it a very easy distance.”
“I should never have considered the distance as one of the advantages of
the match,” cried Elizabeth. “I should never have said Mrs. Collins was
settled near her family.”
“It is a proof of your own attachment to Hertfordshire. Anything beyond
the very neighbourhood of Longbourn, I suppose, would appear far.”
As he spoke there was a sort of smile, which Elizabeth fancied she
understood; he must be supposing her to be thinking of Jane and
Netherfield, and she blushed as she answered —
“I do not mean to say that a woman may not be settled too near her
family. The far and the near must be relative, and depend on many varying
circumstances. Where there is fortune to make the expense of travelling
unimportant, distance becomes no evil. But that is not the case here.
Mr. and Mrs. Collins have a comfortable income, but not such a one as will
allow of frequent journeys —and I am persuaded my friend would not call
herself near her family under less than half the present distance.”
Mr. Darcy drew his chair a little towards her, and said, “You cannot have
a right to such very strong local attachment. You cannot have been always
at Longbourn.”
Elizabeth looked surprised. The gentleman experienced some change of
feeling; he drew back his chair, took a newspaper from the table, and,
glancing over it, said, in a colder voice —
“Are you pleased with Kent?”
A short dialogue on the subject of the country ensued, on either side calm
and concise —and soon put an end to by the entrance of Charlotte and her
sister, just returned from their walk. The tête-à-tête surprised them.
Mr. Darcy related the mistake which had occasioned his intruding on Miss
Bennet, and after sitting a few minutes longer without saying much to
anybody, went away.
“What can be the meaning of this!” said Charlotte, as soon as he was gone.
“My dear Eliza, he must be in love with you, or he would never have called
on us in this familiar way.”
But when Elizabeth told of his silence, it did not seem very likely, even to
Charlotte’s wishes, to be the case; and after various conjectures, they could
at last only suppose his visit to proceed from the difficulty of finding
anything to do, which was the more probable from the time of year. All field
sports were over. Within doors there was Lady Catherine, books, and a
billiard table, but gentlemen cannot be always within doors; and in the
nearness of the Parsonage, or the pleasantness of the walk to it, or of the
people who lived in it, the two cousins found a temptation from this period
of walking thither almost every day. They called at various times of the
morning, sometimes separately, sometimes together, and now and then
accompanied by their aunt. It was plain to them all that Colonel Fitzwilliam
came because he had pleasure in their society, a persuasion which of course
recommended him still more; and Elizabeth was reminded by her own
satisfaction in being with him, as well as by his evident admiration of her, of
her former favourite George Wickham; and though, in comparing them, she
saw there was less captivating softness in Colonel Fitzwilliam’s manners, she
believed he might have the best informed mind.
But why Mr. Darcy came so often to the Parsonage, it was more difficult to
understand. It could not be for society, as he frequently sat there ten
minutes together without opening his lips; and when he did speak, it seemed
the effect of necessity rather than of choice —a sacrifice to propriety, not a
pleasure to himself. He seldom appeared really animated. Mrs. Collins knew
not what to make of him. Colonel Fitzwilliam’s occasionally laughing at his
stupidity, proved that he was generally different, which her own knowledge
of him could not have told her; and as she would have liked to believe this
change the effect of love, and the object of that love, her friend Eliza, she sat
herself seriously to work to find it out. She watched him whenever they were
at Rosings, and whenever he came to Hunsford; but without much success.
He certainly looked at her friend a great deal, but the expression of that look
was disputable. It was an earnest, steadfast gaze, but she often doubted
whether there were much admiration in it, and sometimes it seemed
nothing but absence of mind.
She had once or twice suggested to Elizabeth the possibility of his being
partial to her, but Elizabeth always laughed at the idea; and Mrs. Collins did
not think it right to press the subject, from the danger of raising
expectations which might only end in disappointment; for in her opinion it
admitted not of a doubt, that all her friend’s dislike would vanish, if she
could suppose him to be in her power.
In her kind schemes for Elizabeth, she sometimes planned her marrying
Colonel Fitzwilliam. He was beyond comparison the pleasantest man; he
certainly admired her, and his situation in life was most eligible; but, to
counterbalance these advantages, Mr. Darcy had considerable patronage in
the church, and his cousin could have none at all.
XXXIII
More than once did Elizabeth in her ramble within the Park, unexpectedly
meet Mr. Darcy. She felt all the perverseness of the mischance that should
bring him where no one else was brought; and to prevent its ever happening
again, took care to inform him at first, that it was a favourite haunt of hers.
How it could occur a second time therefore was very odd! —Yet it did, and
even a third. It seemed like wilful ill-nature, or a voluntary penance, for on
these occasions it was not merely a few formal enquiries and an awkward
pause and then away, but he actually thought it necessary to turn back and
walk with her. He never said a great deal, nor did she give herself the trouble
of talking or of listening much; but it struck her in the course of their third
rencontre that he was asking some odd unconnected questions —about her
pleasure in being at Hunsford, her love of solitary walks, and her opinion of
Mr. and Mrs. Collins’s happiness; and that in speaking of Rosings and her
not perfectly understanding the house, he seemed to expect that whenever
she came into Kent again she would be staying there too. His words seemed
to imply it. Could he have Colonel Fitzwilliam in his thoughts? She
supposed, if he meant anything, he must mean an allusion to what might
arise in that quarter. It distressed her a little, and she was quite glad to find
herself at the gate in the pales opposite the Parsonage.
She was engaged one day as she walked, in re-perusing Jane’s last letter,
and dwelling on some passages which proved that Jane had not written in
spirits, when, instead of being again surprised by Mr. Darcy, she saw on
looking up that Colonel Fitzwilliam was meeting her. Putting away the letter
immediately and forcing a smile, she said —
“I did not know before that you ever walked this way.”
“I have been making the tour of the Park,” he replied, “as I generally do
every year, and intend to close it with a call at the Parsonage. Are you going
much farther?”
“No, I should have turned in a moment.”
And accordingly she did turn, and they walked towards the
Parsonage together.
“Do you certainly leave Kent on Saturday?” said she.
“Yes —if Darcy does not put it off again. But I am at his disposal. He
arranges the business just as he pleases.”
“And if not able to please himself in the arrangement, he has at least great
pleasure in the power of choice. I do not know anybody who seems more to
enjoy the power of doing what he likes than Mr. Darcy.”
“He likes to have his own way very well,” replied Colonel Fitzwilliam. “But
so we all do. It is only that he has better means of having it than many
others, because he is rich, and many others are poor. I speak feelingly. A
younger son, you know, must be inured to self-denial and dependence.”
“In my opinion, the younger son of an Earl can know very little of either.
Now, seriously, what have you ever known of self-denial and dependence?
When have you been prevented by want of money from going wherever you
chose, or procuring anything you had a fancy for?”
“These are home questions —and perhaps I cannot say that I have
experienced many hardships of that nature. But in matters of greater weight,
I may suffer from the want of money. Younger sons cannot marry where
they like.”
“Unless where they like women of fortune, which I think they very
often do.”
“Our habits of expense make us too dependant, and there are not many in
my rank of life who can afford to marry without some attention to money.”
“Is this,” thought Elizabeth, “meant for me?” and she coloured at the idea;
but, recovering herself, said in a lively tone, “And pray, what is the usual
price of an Earl’s younger son? Unless the elder brother is very sickly, I
suppose you would not ask above fifty thousand pounds.”
He answered her in the same style, and the subject dropped. To interrupt
a silence which might make him fancy her affected with what had passed,
she soon afterwards said —
“I imagine your cousin brought you down with him chiefly for the sake of
having somebody at his disposal. I wonder he does not marry, to secure
a lasting convenience of that kind. But, perhaps his sister does as well for
the present, and, as she is under his sole care, he may do what he likes
with her.”
“No,” said Colonel Fitzwilliam, “that is an advantage which he must divide
with me. I am joined with him in the guardianship of Miss Darcy.”
“Are you, indeed? And pray what sort of guardians do you make? Does
your charge give you much trouble? Young ladies of her age, are sometimes
a little difficult to manage, and if she has the true Darcy spirit, she may like
to have her own way.”
As she spoke, she observed him looking at her earnestly, and the manner
in which he immediately asked her why she supposed Miss Darcy likely to
give them any uneasiness, convinced her that she had somehow or other got
pretty near the truth. She directly replied —
“You need not be frightened. I never heard any harm of her; and I dare say
she is one of the most tractable creatures in the world. She is a very great
favourite with some ladies of my acquaintance, Mrs. Hurst and Miss
Bingley. I think I have heard you say that you know them.”
“I know them a little. Their brother is a pleasant gentleman-like man —he
is a great friend of Darcy’s.”
“Oh! yes,” said Elizabeth drily —“Mr. Darcy is uncommonly kind to
Mr. Bingley, and takes a prodigious deal of care of him.”
“Care of him! —Yes, I really believe Darcy does take care of him in those
points where he most wants care. From something that he told me in our
journey hither, I have reason to think Bingley very much indebted to him.
But I ought to beg his pardon, for I have no right to suppose that Bingley
was the person meant. It was all conjecture.”
“What is it you mean?”
“It is a circumstance which Darcy of course would not wish to be generally
known, because if it were to get round to the lady’s family, it would be an
unpleasant thing.”
“You may depend upon my not mentioning it.”
“And remember that I have not much reason for supposing it to be
Bingley. What he told me was merely this; that he congratulated himself on
having lately saved a friend from the inconveniences of a most imprudent
marriage, but without mentioning names or any other particulars, and I only
suspected it to be Bingley from believing him the kind of young man to get
into a scrape of that sort, and from knowing them to have been together the
whole of last summer.”
“Did Mr. Darcy give you his reasons for this interference?”
“I understood that there were some very strong objections against
the lady.”
“And what arts did he use to separate them?”
“He did not talk to me of his own arts,” said Fitzwilliam smiling. “He only
told me, what I have now told you.”
Elizabeth made no answer, and walked on, her heart swelling with
indignation. After watching her a little, Fitzwilliam asked her why she was
so thoughtful.
“I am thinking of what you have been telling me,” said she. “Your cousin’s
conduct does not suit my feelings. Why was he to be the judge?”
“You are rather disposed to call his interference officious?”
“I do not see what right Mr. Darcy had to decide on the propriety of his
friend’s inclination, or why, upon his own judgment alone, he was to
determine and direct in what manner that friend was to be happy. But,” she
continued, recollecting herself, “as we know none of the particulars, it is not
fair to condemn him. It is not to be supposed that there was much affection
in the case.”
“That is not an unnatural surmise,” said Fitzwilliam, “but it is lessening
the honour of my cousin’s triumph very sadly.”
This was spoken jestingly, but it appeared to her so just a picture of
Mr. Darcy, that she would not trust herself with an answer; and, therefore,
abruptly changing the conversation, talked on indifferent matters till they
reached the parsonage. There, shut into her own room, as soon as their
visitor left them, she could think without interruption of all that she had
heard. It was not to be supposed that any other people could be meant than
those with whom she was connected. There could not exist in the world two
men, over whom Mr. Darcy could have such boundless influence. That he
had been concerned in the measures taken to separate Mr. Bingley and
Jane, she had never doubted; but she had always attributed to Miss Bingley
the principal design and arrangement of them. If his own vanity, however,
did not mislead him, he was the cause, his pride and caprice were the cause
of all that Jane had suffered, and still continued to suffer. He had ruined for
a while every hope of happiness for the most affectionate, generous heart in
the world; and no one could say how lasting an evil he might have inflicted.
“There were some very strong objections against the lady,” were Colonel
Fitzwilliam’s words, and these strong objections probably were, her having
one uncle who was a country attorney, and another who was in business
in London.
“To Jane herself,” she exclaimed, “there could be no possibility of
objection. All loveliness and goodness as she is! Her understanding
excellent, her mind improved, and her manners captivating. Neither could
anything be urged against my father, who, though with some peculiarities,
has abilities which Mr. Darcy himself need not disdain, and respectability
which he will probably never reach.” When she thought of her mother
indeed, her confidence gave way a little, but she would not allow that any
objections there had material weight with Mr. Darcy, whose pride, she was
convinced, would receive a deeper wound from the want of importance in
his friend’s connections, than from their want of sense; and she was quite
decided at last, that he had been partly governed by this worst kind of pride,
and partly by the wish of retaining Mr. Bingley for his sister.
The agitation and tears which the subject occasioned, brought on a
headache; and it grew so much worse towards the evening that, added to her
unwillingness to see Mr. Darcy, it determined her not to attend her cousins
to Rosings, where they were engaged to drink tea. Mrs. Collins, seeing that
she was really unwell, did not press her to go, and as much as possible
prevented her husband from pressing her, but Mr. Collins could not conceal
his apprehension of Lady Catherine’s being rather displeased by her staying
at home.
XXXIV
When they were gone, Elizabeth, as if intending to exasperate herself as
much as possible against Mr. Darcy, chose for her employment the
examination of all the letters which Jane had written to her since her being
in Kent. They contained no actual complaint, nor was there any revival of
past occurrences, or any communication of present suffering. But in all, and
in almost every line of each, there was a want of that cheerfulness which had
been used to characterize her style, and which, proceeding from the serenity
of a mind at ease with itself, and kindly disposed towards everyone, had
been scarcely ever clouded. Elizabeth noticed every sentence conveying the
idea of uneasiness, with an attention which it had hardly received on the
first perusal. Mr. Darcy’s shameful boast of what misery he had been able to
inflict, gave her a keener sense of her sister’s sufferings. It was some
consolation to think that his visit to Rosings was to end on the day after the
next, and a still greater, that in less than a fortnight she should herself be
with Jane again, and enabled to contribute to the recovery of her spirits, by
all that affection could do.
She could not think of Darcy’s leaving Kent, without remembering that his
cousin was to go with him; but Colonel Fitzwilliam had made it clear that he
had no intentions at all, and agreeable as he was, she did not mean to be
unhappy about him.
While settling this point, she was suddenly roused by the sound of the
door bell, and her spirits were a little fluttered by the idea of its being
Colonel Fitzwilliam himself, who had once before called late in the evening,
and might now come to enquire particularly after her. But this idea was soon
banished, and her spirits were very differently affected, when, to her utter
amazement, she saw Mr. Darcy walk into the room. In a hurried manner he
immediately began an enquiry after her health, imputing his visit to a wish
of hearing that she were better. She answered him with cold civility. He sat
down for a few moments, and then getting up walked about the room.
Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several
minutes he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began —
“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured,
doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement, and
the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her, immediately followed.
He spoke well, but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be
detailed, and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of
pride. His sense of her inferiority —of its being a degradation —of the family
obstacles which judgment had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on
with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but
was very unlikely to recommend his suit.
In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensible to the
compliment of such a man’s affection, and though her intentions did not
vary for an instant, she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive; till,
roused to resentment by his subsequent language, she lost all compassion in
anger. She tried, however, to compose herself to answer him with patience,
when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the
strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had
found impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would
now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand. As he said this, she could
easily see that he had no doubt of a favourable answer. He spoke of
apprehension and anxiety, but his countenance expressed real security. Such
a circumstance could only exasperate farther, and when he ceased, the
colour rose into her cheeks, and she said —
“In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a
sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may
be returned. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel
gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot —I have never desired your
good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am
sorry to have occasioned pain to anyone. It has been most unconsciously
done, however, and I hope will be of short duration. The feelings which, you
tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have
little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation.”
Mr. Darcy, who was leaning against the mantlepiece with his eyes fixed on
her face, seemed to catch her words with no less resentment than surprise.
His complexion became pale with anger, and the disturbance of his mind
was visible in every feature. He was struggling for the appearance of
composure, and would not open his lips, till he believed himself to have
attained it. The pause was to Elizabeth’s feelings dreadful. At length, in a
voice of forced calmness, he said —
“And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I
might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility,
I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.”
“I might as well enquire,” replied she, “why with so evident a design of
offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against
your will, against your reason, and even against your character? Was not
this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other
provocations. You know I have. Had not my own feelings decided against
you, had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you
think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the man, who
has been the means of ruining, perhaps forever, the happiness of a most
beloved sister?”
As she pronounced these words, Mr. Darcy changed colour; but the
emotion was short, and he listened without attempting to interrupt her
while she continued.
“I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. No motive can excuse
the unjust and ungenerous part you acted there. You dare not, you cannot
deny that you have been the principal, if not the only means of dividing
them from each other, of exposing one to the censure of the world for
caprice and instability, the other to its derision for disappointed hopes, and
involving them both in misery of the acutest kind.”
She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listening with
an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse. He even
looked at her with a smile of affected incredulity.
“Can you deny that you have done it?” she repeated.
With assumed tranquillity he then replied, “I have no wish of denying
that I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister,
or that I rejoice in my success. Towards him I have been kinder than
towards myself.”
Elizabeth disdained the appearance of noticing this civil reflection, but its
meaning did not escape, nor was it likely to conciliate her.
“But it is not merely this affair,” she continued, “on which my dislike is
founded. Long before it had taken place, my opinion of you was decided.
Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received many months
ago from Mr. Wickham. On this subject, what can you have to say? In what
imaginary act of friendship can you here defend yourself? or under what
misrepresentation, can you here impose upon others?”
“You take an eager interest in that gentleman’s concerns,” said Darcy in a
less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour.
“Who that knows what his misfortunes have been, can help feeling an
interest in him?”
“His misfortunes!” repeated Darcy contemptuously; “yes, his misfortunes
have been great indeed.”
“And of your infliction,” cried Elizabeth with energy. “You have reduced
him to his present state of poverty, comparative poverty. You have withheld
the advantages, which you must know to have been designed for him. You
have deprived the best years of his life, of that independence which was no
less his due than his desert. You have done all this! and yet you can treat the
mention of his misfortunes with contempt and ridicule.”
“And this,” cried Darcy, as he walked with quick steps across the room, “is
your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you
for explaining it so fully. My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy
indeed! But perhaps,” added he, stopping in his walk, and turning towards
her, “these offences might have been overlooked, had not your pride been
hurt by my honest confession of the scruples that had long prevented my
forming any serious design. These bitter accusations might have been
suppressed, had I with greater policy concealed my struggles, and flattered
you into the belief of my being impelled by unqualified, unalloyed
inclination; by reason, by reflection, by everything. But disguise of every sort
is my abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were
natural and just. Could you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your
connections? To congratulate myself on the hope of relations, whose
condition in life is so decidedly beneath my own?”
Elizabeth felt herself growing more angry every moment; yet she tried to
the utmost to speak with composure when she said —
“You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your
declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared me the concern
which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more
gentleman-like manner.”
She saw him start at this, but he said nothing, and she continued —
“You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way
that would have tempted me to accept it.”
Again his astonishment was obvious; and he looked at her with an
expression of mingled incredulity and mortification. She went on.
“From the very beginning, from the first moment I may almost say, of my
acquaintance with you, your manners impressing me with the fullest belief
of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of
others, were such as to form that groundwork of disapprobation, on which
succeeding events have built so immoveable a dislike; and I had not known
you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I
could ever be prevailed on to marry.”
“You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your
feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been.
Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best
wishes for your health and happiness.”
And with these words he hastily left the room, and Elizabeth heard him
the next moment open the front door and quit the house.
The tumult of her mind was now painfully great. She knew not how to
support herself, and from actual weakness sat down and cried for half an
hour. Her astonishment, as she reflected on what had passed, was increased
by every review of it. That she should receive an offer of marriage from
Mr. Darcy! that he should have been in love with her for so many months! so
much in love as to wish to marry her in spite of all the objections which had
made him prevent his friend’s marrying her sister, and which must appear
at least with equal force in his own case, was almost incredible! it was
gratifying to have inspired unconsciously so strong an affection. But his
pride, his abominable pride, his shameless avowal of what he had done with
respect to Jane, his unpardonable assurance in acknowledging, though he
could not justify it, and the unfeeling manner in which he had mentioned
Mr. Wickham, his cruelty towards whom he had not attempted to deny,
soon overcame the pity which the consideration of his attachment had for a
moment excited.
She continued in very agitating reflections till the sound of Lady
Catherine’s carriage made her feel how unequal she was to encounter
Charlotte’s observation, and hurried her away to her room.
XXXV
Elizabeth awoke the next morning to the same thoughts and meditations
which had at length closed her eyes. She could not yet recover from the
surprise of what had happened; it was impossible to think of anything else,
and totally indisposed for employment, she resolved soon after breakfast to
indulge herself in air and exercise. She was proceeding directly to her
favourite walk, when the recollection of Mr. Darcy’s sometimes coming
there stopped her, and instead of entering the park, she turned up the lane,
which led her farther from the turnpike road. The park paling was still the
boundary on one side, and she soon passed one of the gates into the ground.
After walking two or three times along that part of the lane, she was
tempted, by the pleasantness of the morning, to stop at the gates and look
into the park. The five weeks which she had now passed in Kent had made a
great difference in the country, and every day was adding to the verdure of
the early trees. She was on the point of continuing her walk, when she
caught a glimpse of a gentleman within the sort of grove which edged the
park; he was moving that way; and fearful of its being Mr. Darcy, she was
directly retreating. But the person who advanced, was now near enough to
see her, and stepping forward with eagerness, pronounced her name. She
had turned away, but on hearing herself called, though in a voice which
proved it to be Mr. Darcy, she moved again towards the gate. He had by that
time reached it also, and holding out a letter, which she instinctively took,
said with a look of haughty composure, “I have been walking in the grove
some time in the hope of meeting you. Will you do me the honour of reading
that letter?” —And then, with a slight bow, turned again into the plantation,
and was soon out of sight.
With no expectation of pleasure, but with the strongest curiosity,
Elizabeth opened the letter, and to her still increasing wonder, perceived an
envelope containing two sheets of letter paper, written quite through, in a
very close hand. The envelope itself was likewise full. Pursuing her way
along the lane, she then began it. It was dated from Rosings, at eight o’clock
in the morning, and was as follows: —
“Be not alarmed, Madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension
of its containing any repetition of those sentiments, or renewal of those
offers, which were last night so disgusting to you. I write without any
intention of paining you, or humbling myself, by dwelling on wishes,
which, for the happiness of both, cannot be too soon forgotten; and the
effort which the formation, and the perusal of this letter must occasion,
should have been spared, had not my character required it to be written
and read. You must, therefore, pardon the freedom with which I
demand your attention; your feelings, I know, will bestow it unwillingly,
but I demand it of your justice.
“Two offences of a very different nature, and by no means of equal
magnitude, you last night laid to my charge. The first mentioned was,
that, regardless of the sentiments of either, I had detached Mr. Bingley
from your sister —and the other, that I had, in defiance of various
claims, in defiance of honour and humanity, ruined the immediate
prosperity, and blasted the prospects of Mr. Wickham. Wilfully and
wantonly to have thrown off the companion of my youth, the
acknowledged favourite of my father, a young man who had scarcely
any other dependence than on our patronage, and who had been
brought up to expect its exertion, would be a depravity, to which the
separation of two young persons, whose affection could be the growth of
only a few weeks, could bear no comparison. But from the severity of
that blame which was last night so liberally bestowed, respecting each
circumstance, I shall hope to be in future secured, when the following
account of my actions and their motives has been read. If, in the
explanation of them which is due to myself, I am under the necessity of
relating feelings which may be offensive to yours, I can only say that I
am sorry. The necessity must be obeyed —and farther apology would be
absurd. I had not been long in Hertfordshire, before I saw, in common
with others, that Bingley preferred your eldest sister, to any other young
woman in the country. But it was not till the evening of the dance at
Netherfield that I had any apprehension of his feeling a serious
attachment. I had often seen him in love before. At that ball, while I had
the honour of dancing with you, I was first made acquainted, by Sir
William Lucas’s accidental information, that Bingley’s attentions to
your sister had given rise to a general expectation of their marriage. He
spoke of it as a certain event, of which the time alone could be
undecided. From that moment I observed my friend’s behaviour
attentively; and I could then perceive that his partiality for Miss Bennet
was beyond what I had ever witnessed in him. Your sister I also
watched. Her look and manners were open, cheerful and engaging as
ever, but without any symptom of peculiar regard, and I remained
convinced from the evening’s scrutiny, that though she received his
attentions with pleasure, she did not invite them by any participation of
sentiment. If you have not been mistaken here, I must have been in an
error. Your superior knowledge of your sister must make the latter
probable. If it be so, if I have been misled by such error, to inflict pain
on her, your resentment has not been unreasonable. But I shall not
scruple to assert, that the serenity of your sister’s countenance and air
was such, as might have given the most acute observer, a conviction
that, however amiable her temper, her heart was not likely to be easily
touched. That I was desirous of believing her indifferent is certain —but
I will venture to say that my investigations and decisions are not usually
influenced by my hopes or fears. I did not believe her to be indifferent
because I wished it; —I believed it on impartial conviction, as truly as I
wished it in reason. My objections to the marriage were not merely
those, which I last night acknowledged to have required the utmost
force of passion to put aside, in my own case; the want of connection
could not be so great an evil to my friend as to me. But there were other
causes of repugnance; —causes which, though still existing, and existing
to an equal degree in both instances, I had myself endeavoured to
forget, because they were not immediately before me. These causes
must be stated, though briefly. The situation of your mother’s family,
though objectionable, was nothing in comparison of that total want of
propriety so frequently, so almost uniformly betrayed by herself, by
your three younger sisters, and occasionally even by your father. Pardon
me. It pains me to offend you. But amidst your concern for the defects
of your nearest relations, and your displeasure at this representation of
them, let it give you consolation to consider that, to have conducted
yourselves so as to avoid any share of the like censure, is praise no less
generally bestowed on you and your eldest sister, than it is honourable
to the sense and disposition of both. I will only say farther, that from
what passed that evening, my opinion of all parties was confirmed, and
every inducement heightened, which could have led me before, to
preserve my friend from what I esteemed a most unhappy connection.
He left Netherfield for London, on the day following, as you, I am
certain, remember, with the design of soon returning. The part which I
acted, is now to be explained. His sisters’ uneasiness had been equally
excited with my own; our coincidence of feeling was soon discovered;
and, alike sensible that no time was to be lost in detaching their
brother, we shortly resolved on joining him directly in London. We
accordingly went —and there I readily engaged in the office of pointing
out to my friend, the certain evils of such a choice. I described, and
enforced them earnestly. But, however this remonstrance might have
staggered or delayed his determination, I do not suppose that it would
ultimately have prevented the marriage, had it not been seconded by
the assurance which I hesitated not in giving, of your sister’s
indifference. He had before believed her to return his affection with
sincere, if not with equal regard. But Bingley has great natural modesty,
with a stronger dependence on my judgment than on his own. To
convince him, therefore, that he had deceived himself, was no very
difficult point. To persuade him against returning into Hertfordshire,
when that conviction had been given, was scarcely the work of a
moment. I cannot blame myself for having done thus much. There is
but one part of my conduct in the whole affair, on which I do not reflect
with satisfaction; it is that I condescended to adopt the measures of art
so far as to conceal from him your sister’s being in town. I knew it
myself, as it was known to Miss Bingley, but her brother is even yet
ignorant of it. That they might have met without ill consequence, is
perhaps probable; —but his regard did not appear to me enough
extinguished for him to see her without some danger. Perhaps this
concealment, this disguise, was beneath me. It is done, however, and it
was done for the best. On this subject I have nothing more to say, no
other apology to offer. If I have wounded your sister’s feelings, it was
unknowingly done; and though the motives which governed me may to
you very naturally appear insufficient, I have not yet learnt to condemn
them. With respect to that other, more weighty accusation, of having
injured Mr. Wickham, I can only refute it by laying before you the whole
of his connection with my family. Of what he has particularly accused
me I am ignorant; but of the truth of what I shall relate, I can summon
more than one witness of undoubted veracity. Mr. Wickham is the son
of a very respectable man, who had for many years the management of
all the Pemberley estates; and whose good conduct in the discharge of
his trust, naturally inclined my father to be of service to him, and on
George Wickham, who was his godson, his kindness was therefore
liberally bestowed. My father supported him at school, and afterwards
at Cambridge; —most important assistance, as his own father, always
poor from the extravagance of his wife, would have been unable to give
him a gentleman’s education. My father was not only fond of this young
man’s society, whose manners were always engaging; he had also the
highest opinion of him, and hoping the church would be his profession,
intended to provide for him in it. As for myself, it is many, many years
since I first began to think of him in a very different manner. The
vicious propensities —the want of principle which he was careful to
guard from the knowledge of his best friend, could not escape the
observation of a young man of nearly the same age with himself, and
who had opportunities of seeing him in unguarded moments, which
Mr. Darcy could not have. Here again I shall give you pain —to what
degree you only can tell. But whatever may be the sentiments which
Mr. Wickham has created, a suspicion of their nature shall not prevent
me from unfolding his real character. It adds even another motive. My
excellent father died about five years ago; and his attachment to
Mr. Wickham was to the last so steady, that in his will he particularly
recommended it to me, to promote his advancement in the best manner
that his profession might allow, and if he took orders, desired that a
valuable family living might be his as soon as it became vacant. There
was also a legacy of one thousand pounds. His own father did not long
survive mine, and within half a year from these events, Mr. Wickham
wrote to inform me that, having finally resolved against taking orders,
he hoped I should not think it unreasonable for him to expect some
more immediate pecuniary advantage, in lieu of the preferment, by
which he could not be benefited. He had some intention, he added, of
studying the law, and I must be aware that the interest of one thousand
pounds would be a very insufficient support therein. I rather wished,
than believed him to be sincere; but at any rate, was perfectly ready to
accede to his proposal. I knew that Mr. Wickham ought not to be a
clergyman. The business was therefore soon settled. He resigned all
claim to assistance in the church, were it possible that he could ever be
in a situation to receive it, and accepted in return three thousand
pounds. All connection between us seemed now dissolved. I thought too
ill of him, to invite him to Pemberley, or admit his society in town. In
town I believe he chiefly lived, but his studying the law was a mere
pretence, and being now free from all restraint, his life was a life of
idleness and dissipation. For about three years I heard little of him; but
on the decease of the incumbent of the living which had been designed
for him, he applied to me again by letter for the presentation. His
circumstances, he assured me, and I had no difficulty in believing it,
were exceedingly bad. He had found the law a most unprofitable study,
and was now absolutely resolved on being ordained, if I would present
him to the living in question —of which he trusted there could be little
doubt, as he was well assured that I had no other person to provide for,
and I could not have forgotten my revered father’s intentions. You will
hardly blame me for refusing to comply with this entreaty, or for
resisting every repetition of it. His resentment was in proportion to the
distress of his circumstances —and he was doubtless as violent in his
abuse of me to others, as in his reproaches to myself. After this period,
every appearance of acquaintance was dropped. How he lived I know
not. But last summer he was again most painfully obtruded on my
notice. I must now mention a circumstance which I would wish to forget
myself, and which no obligation less than the present should induce me
to unfold to any human being. Having said thus much, I feel no doubt of
your secrecy. My sister, who is more than ten years my junior, was left
to the guardianship of my mother’s nephew, Colonel Fitzwilliam, and
myself. About a year ago, she was taken from school, and an
establishment formed for her in London; and last summer she went
with the lady who presided over it, to Ramsgate; and thither also went
Mr. Wickham, undoubtedly by design; for there proved to have been a
prior acquaintance between him and Mrs. Younge, in whose character
we were most unhappily deceived; and by her connivance and aid, he so
far recommended himself to Georgiana, whose affectionate heart
retained a strong impression of his kindness to her as a child, that she
was persuaded to believe herself in love, and to consent to an
elopement. She was then but fifteen, which must be her excuse; and
after stating her imprudence, I am happy to add, that I owed the
knowledge of it to herself. I joined them unexpectedly a day or two
before the intended elopement, and then Georgiana, unable to support
the idea of grieving and offending a brother whom she almost looked up
to as a father, acknowledged the whole to me. You may imagine what I
felt and how I acted. Regard for my sister’s credit and feelings
prevented any public exposure, but I wrote to Mr. Wickham, who left
the place immediately, and Mrs. Younge was of course removed from
her charge. Mr. Wickham’s chief object was unquestionably my sister’s
fortune, which is thirty thousand pounds; but I cannot help supposing
that the hope of revenging himself on me, was a strong inducement. His
revenge would have been complete indeed. This, madam, is a faithful
narrative of every event in which we have been concerned together; and
if you do not absolutely reject it as false, you will, I hope, acquit me
henceforth of cruelty towards Mr. Wickham. I know not in what
manner, under what form of falsehood he has imposed on you; but his
success is not perhaps to be wondered at. Ignorant as you previously
were of everything concerning either, detection could not be in your
power, and suspicion certainly not in your inclination. You may
possibly wonder why all this was not told you last night. But I was not
then master enough of myself to know what could or ought to be
revealed. For the truth of everything here related, I can appeal more
particularly to the testimony of Colonel Fitzwilliam, who from our near
relationship and constant intimacy, and still more as one of the
executors of my father’s will, has been unavoidably acquainted with
every particular of these transactions. If your abhorrence of me should
make my assertions valueless, you cannot be prevented by the same
cause from confiding in my cousin; and that there may be the possibility
of consulting him, I shall endeavour to find some opportunity of putting
this letter in your hands in the course of the morning. I will only add,
God bless you.
“F D.”
XXXVI
If Elizabeth, when Mr. Darcy gave her the letter, did not expect it to contain
a renewal of his offers, she had formed no expectation at all of its contents.
But such as they were, it may be well supposed how eagerly she went
through them, and what a contrariety of emotion they excited. Her feelings
as she read were scarcely to be defined. With amazement did she first
understand that he believed any apology to be in his power; and steadfastly
was she persuaded that he could have no explanation to give, which a just
sense of shame would not conceal. With a strong prejudice against
everything he might say, she began his account of what had happened at
Netherfield. She read, with an eagerness which hardly left her power of
comprehension, and from impatience of knowing what the next sentence
might bring, was incapable of attending to the sense of the one before her
eyes. His belief of her sister’s insensibility, she instantly resolved to be false,
and his account of the real, the worst objections to the match, made her too
angry to have any wish of doing him justice. He expressed no regret for what
he had done which satisfied her; his style was not penitent, but haughty. It
was all pride and insolence.
But when this subject was succeeded by his account of Mr. Wickham,
when she read with somewhat clearer attention, a relation of events, which,
if true, must overthrow every cherished opinion of his worth, and which
bore so alarming an affinity to his own history of himself, her feelings were
yet more acutely painful and more difficult of definition. Astonishment,
apprehension, and even horror, oppressed her. She wished to discredit it
entirely, repeatedly exclaiming, “This must be false! This cannot be! This
must be the grossest falsehood!” —and when she had gone through the whole
letter, though scarcely knowing anything of the last page or two, put it
hastily away, protesting that she would not regard it, that she would never
look in it again.
In this perturbed state of mind, with thoughts that could rest on nothing,
she walked on; but it would not do; in half a minute the letter was unfolded
again, and collecting herself as well as she could, she again began the
mortifying perusal of all that related to Wickham, and commanded herself
so far as to examine the meaning of every sentence. The account of his
connection with the Pemberley family, was exactly what he had related
himself; and the kindness of the late Mr. Darcy, though she had not before
known its extent, agreed equally well with his own words. So far each recital
confirmed the other: but when she came to the will, the difference was great.
What Wickham had said of the living was fresh in her memory, and as she
recalled his very words, it was impossible not to feel that there was gross
duplicity on one side or the other; and, for a few moments, she flattered
herself that her wishes did not err. But when she read, and reread with the
closest attention, the particulars immediately following of Wickham’s
resigning all pretensions to the living, of his receiving in lieu, so
considerable a sum as three thousand pounds, again was she forced to
hesitate. She put down the letter, weighed every circumstance with what she
meant to be impartiality —deliberated on the probability of each statement —
but with little success. On both sides it was only assertion. Again she read
on. But every line proved more clearly that the affair, which she had believed
it impossible that any contrivance could so represent, as to render
Mr. Darcy’s conduct in it less than infamous, was capable of a turn which
must make him entirely blameless throughout the whole.
The extravagance and general profligacy which he scrupled not to lay to
Mr. Wickham’s charge, exceedingly shocked her; the more so, as she could
bring no proof of its injustice. She had never heard of him before his
entrance into the ⸺⸺ shire Militia, in which he had engaged at the
persuasion of the young man, who, on meeting him accidentally in town,
had there renewed a slight acquaintance. Of his former way of life, nothing
had been known in Hertfordshire but what he told himself. As to his real
character, had information been in her power, she had never felt a wish of
enquiring. His countenance, voice, and manner, had established him at once
in the possession of every virtue. She tried to recollect some instance of
goodness, some distinguished trait of integrity or benevolence, that might
rescue him from the attacks of Mr. Darcy; or at least, by the predominance
of virtue, atone for those casual errors, under which she would endeavour to
class, what Mr. Darcy had described as the idleness and vice of many years
continuance. But no such recollection befriended her. She could see him
instantly before her, in every charm of air and address; but she could
remember no more substantial good than the general approbation of the
neighbourhood, and the regard which his social powers had gained him in
the mess. After pausing on this point a considerable while, she once more
continued to read. But, alas! the story which followed of his designs on Miss
Darcy, received some confirmation from what had passed between Colonel
Fitzwilliam and herself only the morning before; and at last she was referred
for the truth of every particular to Colonel Fitzwilliam himself —from whom
she had previously received the information of his near concern in all his
cousin’s affairs, and whose character she had no reason to question. At one
time she had almost resolved on applying to him, but the idea was checked
by the awkwardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the
conviction that Mr. Darcy would never have hazarded such a proposal, if he
had not been well assured of his cousin’s corroboration.
She perfectly remembered everything that had passed in conversation
between Wickham and herself, in their first evening at Mr. Philips’s. Many
of his expressions were still fresh in her memory. She was now struck with
the impropriety of such communications to a stranger, and wondered it had
escaped her before. She saw the indelicacy of putting himself forward as he
had done, and the inconsistency of his professions with his conduct. She
remembered that he had boasted of having no fear of seeing Mr. Darcy —that
Mr. Darcy might leave the country, but that he should stand his ground; yet
he had avoided the Netherfield ball the very next week. She remembered
also, that till the Netherfield family had quitted the country, he had told his
story to no one but herself; but that after their removal, it had been
everywhere discussed; that he had then no reserves, no scruples in sinking
Mr. Darcy’s character, though he had assured her that respect for the father,
would always prevent his exposing the son.
How differently did everything now appear in which he was concerned!
His attentions to Miss King were now the consequence of views solely and
hatefully mercenary; and the mediocrity of her fortune proved no longer the
moderation of his wishes, but his eagerness to grasp at anything. His
behaviour to herself could now have had no tolerable motive; he had either
been deceived with regard to her fortune, or had been gratifying his vanity
by encouraging the preference which she believed she had most incautiously
shown. Every lingering struggle in his favour grew fainter and fainter; and in
farther justification of Mr. Darcy, she could not but allow that Mr. Bingley,
when questioned by Jane, had long ago asserted his blamelessness in the
affair; that proud and repulsive as were his manners, she had never, in the
whole course of their acquaintance, an acquaintance which had latterly
brought them much together, and given her a sort of intimacy with his ways,
seen anything that betrayed him to be unprincipled or unjust —anything that
spoke him of irreligious or immoral habits. That among his own connections
he was esteemed and valued —that even Wickham had allowed him merit as
a brother, and that she had often heard him speak so affectionately of his
sister as to prove him capable of some amiable feeling. That had his actions
been what Wickham represented them, so gross a violation of everything
right could hardly have been concealed from the world; and that friendship
between a person capable of it, and such an amiable man as Mr. Bingley,
was incomprehensible.
She grew absolutely ashamed of herself. Of neither Darcy nor Wickham
could she think, without feeling that she had been blind, partial,
prejudiced, absurd.
“How despicably have I acted!” she cried. “I, who have prided myself on
my discernment! —I, who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often
disdained the generous candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity, in
useless or blameable distrust. How humiliating is this discovery! —Yet, how
just a humiliation! —Had I been in love, I could not have been more
wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly. Pleased with the
preference of one, and offended by the neglect of the other, on the very
beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted prepossession and ignorance,
and driven reason away, where either were concerned. Till this moment, I
never knew myself.”
From herself to Jane —from Jane to Bingley, her thoughts were in a line
which soon brought to her recollection that Mr. Darcy’s explanation there,
had appeared very insufficient; and she read it again. Widely different was
the effect of a second perusal. How could she deny that credit to his
assertions, in one instance, which she had been obliged to give in the
other? —He declared himself to have been totally unsuspicious of her sister’s
attachment; —and she could not help remembering what Charlotte’s opinion
had always been. Neither could she deny the justice of his description of
Jane. She felt that Jane’s feelings, though fervent, were little displayed, and
that there was a constant complacency in her air and manner, not often
united with great sensibility.
When she came to that part of the letter in which her family were
mentioned, in terms of such mortifying, yet merited reproach, her sense of
shame was severe. The justice of the charge struck her too forcibly for
denial, and the circumstances to which he particularly alluded, as having
passed at the Netherfield ball, and as confirming all his first disapprobation,
could not have made a stronger impression on his mind than on hers.
The compliment to herself and her sister, was not unfelt. It soothed, but it
could not console her for the contempt which had been thus self-attracted
by the rest of her family; —and as she considered that Jane’s disappointment
had in fact been the work of her nearest relations, and reflected how
materially the credit of both must be hurt by such impropriety of conduct,
she felt depressed beyond anything she had ever known before.
After wandering along the lane for two hours, giving way to every variety
of thought; reconsidering events, determining probabilities, and reconciling
herself as well as she could, to a change so sudden and so important, fatigue,
and a recollection of her long absence, made her at length return home;
and she entered the house with the wish of appearing cheerful as usual,
and the resolution of repressing such reflections as must make her unfit
for conversation.
She was immediately told, that the two gentlemen from Rosings had each
called during her absence; Mr. Darcy, only for a few minutes to take leave,
but that Colonel Fitzwilliam had been sitting with them at least an hour,
hoping for her return, and almost resolving to walk after her till she could be
found. Elizabeth could but just affect concern in missing him; she really
rejoiced at it. Colonel Fitzwilliam was no longer an object. She could think
only of her letter.
XXXVII
The two gentlemen left Rosings the next morning; and Mr. Collins having
been in waiting near the lodges, to make them his parting obeisance, was
able to bring home the pleasing intelligence, of their appearing in very good
health, and in as tolerable spirits as could be expected, after the melancholy
scene so lately gone through at Rosings. To Rosings he then hastened to
console Lady Catherine, and her daughter; and on his return, brought back,
with great satisfaction, a message from her Ladyship, importing that she
felt herself so dull as to make her very desirous of having them all to dine
with her.
Elizabeth could not see Lady Catherine without recollecting, that had she
chosen it, she might by this time have been presented to her, as her future
niece; nor could she think, without a smile, of what her ladyship’s
indignation would have been. “What would she have said? —how would she
have behaved?” were questions with which she amused herself.
Their first subject was the diminution of the Rosings party. “I assure you,
I feel it exceedingly,” said Lady Catherine; “I believe nobody feels the loss of
friends so much as I do. But I am particularly attached to these young men;
and know them to be so much attached to me! —They were excessively sorry
to go! But so they always are. The dear colonel rallied his spirits tolerably till
just at last; but Darcy seemed to feel it most acutely, more I think than last
year. His attachment to Rosings certainly increases.”
Mr. Collins had a compliment, and an allusion to throw in here, which
were kindly smiled on by the mother and daughter.
Lady Catherine observed, after dinner, that Miss Bennet seemed out of
spirits, and immediately accounting for it herself, by supposing that she did
not like to go home again so soon, she added —
“But if that is the case, you must write to your mother to beg that you
may stay a little longer. Mrs. Collins will be very glad of your company, I
am sure.”
“I am much obliged to your ladyship for your kind invitation,” replied
Elizabeth, “but it is not in my power to accept it. I must be in town
next Saturday.”
“Why, at that rate, you will have been here only six weeks. I expected you
to stay two months. I told Mrs. Collins so before you came. There can be no
occasion for your going so soon. Mrs. Bennet could certainly spare you for
another fortnight.”
“But my father cannot. He wrote last week to hurry my return.”
“Oh! your father of course may spare you, if your mother can. Daughters
are never of so much consequence to a father. And if you will stay another
month complete, it will be in my power to take one of you as far as London,
for I am going there early in June, for a week; and as Dawson does not
object to the Barouche box, there will be very good room for one of you —and
indeed, if the weather should happen to be cool, I should not object to taking
you both, as you are neither of you large.”
“You are all kindness, Madam; but I believe we must abide by our
original plan.”
Lady Catherine seemed resigned.
“Mrs. Collins, you must send a servant with them. You know I always
speak my mind, and I cannot bear the idea of two young women travelling
post by themselves. It is highly improper. You must contrive to send
somebody. I have the greatest dislike in the world to that sort of thing.
Young women should always be properly guarded and attended, according
to their situation in life. When my niece Georgiana went to Ramsgate last
summer, I made a point of her having two men servants go with her. Miss
Darcy, the daughter of Mr. Darcy, of Pemberley, and Lady Anne, could not
have appeared with propriety in a different manner. I am excessively
attentive to all those things. You must send John with the young ladies,
Mrs. Collins. I am glad it occurred to me to mention it; for it would really be
discreditable to you to let them go alone.”
“My uncle is to send a servant for us.”
“Oh! —Your uncle! —He keeps a manservant, does he? —I am very glad you
have somebody who thinks of those things. Where shall you change
horses? —Oh! Bromley, of course. If you mention my name at the Bell, you
will be attended to.”
Lady Catherine had many other questions to ask respecting their journey,
and as she did not answer them all herself, attention was necessary, which
Elizabeth believed to be lucky for her; or, with a mind so occupied, she
might have forgotten where she was. Reflection must be reserved for solitary
hours; whenever she was alone, she gave way to it as the greatest relief; and
not a day went by without a solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all
the delight of unpleasant recollections.
Mr. Darcy’s letter, she was in a fair way of soon knowing by heart. She
studied every sentence: and her feelings towards its writer were at times
widely different. When she remembered the style of his address, she was still
full of indignation; but when she considered how unjustly she had
condemned and upbraided him, her anger was turned against herself; and
his disappointed feelings became the object of compassion. His attachment
excited gratitude, his general character respect; but she could not approve
him; nor could she for a moment repent her refusal, or feel the slightest
inclination ever to see him again. In her own past behaviour, there was a
constant source of vexation and regret; and in the unhappy defects of her
family a subject of yet heavier chagrin. They were hopeless of remedy. Her
father, contented with laughing at them, would never exert himself to
restrain the wild giddiness of his youngest daughters; and her mother, with
manners so far from right herself, was entirely insensible of the evil.
Elizabeth had frequently united with Jane in an endeavour to check the
imprudence of Catherine and Lydia; but while they were supported by their
mother’s indulgence, what chance could there be of improvement?
Catherine, weak-spirited, irritable, and completely under Lydia’s guidance,
had been always affronted by their advice; and Lydia, self-willed and
careless, would scarcely give them a hearing. They were ignorant, idle,
and vain. While there was an officer in Meryton, they would flirt with him;
and while Meryton was within a walk of Longbourn, they would be going
there forever.
Anxiety on Jane’s behalf, was another prevailing concern, and Mr. Darcy’s
explanation, by restoring Bingley to all her former good opinion, heightened
the sense of what Jane had lost. His affection was proved to have been
sincere, and his conduct cleared of all blame, unless any could attach to the
implicitness of his confidence in his friend. How grievous then was the
thought that, of a situation so desirable in every respect, so replete with
advantage, so promising for happiness, Jane had been deprived, by the folly
and indecorum of her own family!
When to these recollections was added the developement of Wickham’s
character, it may be easily believed that the happy spirits which had seldom
been depressed before, were now so much affected as to make it almost
impossible for her to appear tolerably cheerful.
Their engagements at Rosings were as frequent during the last week of
her stay, as they had been at first. The very last evening was spent there; and
her Ladyship again enquired minutely into the particulars of their journey,
gave them directions as to the best method of packing, and was so urgent on
the necessity of placing gowns in the only right way, that Maria thought
herself obliged, on her return, to undo all the work of the morning, and pack
her trunk afresh.
When they parted, Lady Catherine, with great condescension, wished
them a good journey, and invited them to come to Hunsford again next year;
and Miss de Bourgh exerted herself so far as to curtsey and hold out her
hand to both.
XXXVIII
On Saturday morning Elizabeth and Mr. Collins met for breakfast a few
minutes before the others appeared; and he took the opportunity of paying
the parting civilities which he deemed indispensably necessary.
“I know not, Miss Elizabeth,” said he, “whether Mrs. Collins has yet
expressed her sense of your kindness in coming to us, but I am very certain
you will not leave the house without receiving her thanks for it. The favour
of your company has been much felt, I assure you. We know how little there
is to tempt anyone to our humble abode. Our plain manner of living, our
small rooms, and few domestics, and the little we see of the world, must
make Hunsford extremely dull to a young lady like yourself; but I hope you
will believe us grateful for the condescension, and that we have done
everything in our power to prevent your spending your time unpleasantly.”
Elizabeth was eager with her thanks and assurances of happiness. She had
spent six weeks with great enjoyment; and the pleasure of being with
Charlotte, and the kind attentions she had received, must make her
feel the obliged. Mr. Collins was gratified; and with a more smiling
solemnity replied —
“It gives me the greatest pleasure to hear that you have passed your time
not disagreeably. We have certainly done our best; and most fortunately
having it in our power to introduce you to very superior society, and from
our connection with Rosings, the frequent means of varying the humble
home scene, I think we may flatter ourselves that your Hunsford visit cannot
have been entirely irksome. Our situation with regard to Lady Catherine’s
family is indeed the sort of extraordinary advantage and blessing which few
can boast. You see on what a footing we are. You see how continually we are
engaged there. In truth I must acknowledge that, with all the disadvantages
of this humble parsonage, I should not think anyone abiding in it an object
of compassion, while they are sharers of our intimacy at Rosings.”
Words were insufficient for the elevation of his feelings; and he was
obliged to walk about the room, while Elizabeth tried to unite civility and
truth in a few short sentences.
“You may, in fact, carry a very favourable report of us into Hertfordshire,
my dear cousin. I flatter myself at least that you will be able to do so. Lady
Catherine’s great attentions to Mrs. Collins you have been a daily witness of;
and altogether I trust it does not appear that your friend has drawn an
unfortunate —but on this point it will be as well to be silent. Only let me
assure you, my dear Miss Elizabeth, that I can from my heart most cordially
wish you equal felicity in marriage. My dear Charlotte and I have but one
mind and one way of thinking. There is in everything a most remarkable
resemblance of character and ideas between us. We seem to have been
designed for each other.”
Elizabeth could safely say that it was a great happiness where that was the
case, and with equal sincerity could add that she firmly believed and
rejoiced in his domestic comforts. She was not sorry, however, to have the
recital of them interrupted by the entrance of the lady from whom they
sprung. Poor Charlotte! —it was melancholy to leave her to such society! —
But she had chosen it with her eyes open; and though evidently regretting
that her visitors were to go, she did not seem to ask for compassion. Her
home and her housekeeping, her parish and her poultry, and all their
dependent concerns, had not yet lost their charms.
At length the chaise arrived, the trunks were fastened on, the parcels
placed within, and it was pronounced to be ready. After an affectionate
parting between the friends, Elizabeth was attended to the carriage by
Mr. Collins, and as they walked down the garden, he was commissioning her
with his best respects to all her family, not forgetting his thanks for the
kindness he had received at Longbourn in the winter, and his compliments
to Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, though unknown. He then handed her in, Maria
followed, and the door was on the point of being closed, when he suddenly
reminded them, with some consternation, that they had hitherto forgotten
to leave any message for the ladies of Rosings.
“But,” he added, “you will of course wish to have your humble respects
delivered to them, with your grateful thanks for their kindness to you while
you have been here.”
Elizabeth made no objection; —the door was then allowed to be shut, and
the carriage drove off.
“Good gracious!” cried Maria, after a few minutes silence, “it seems but a
day or two since we first came! —and yet how many things have happened!”
“A great many indeed,” said her companion with a sigh.
“We have dined nine times at Rosings, besides drinking tea there twice! —
How much I shall have to tell!”
Elizabeth privately added, “And how much I shall have to conceal.”
Their journey was performed without much conversation, or any alarm;
and within four hours of their leaving Hunsford, they reached
Mr. Gardiner’s house, where they were to remain a few days.
Jane looked well, and Elizabeth had little opportunity of studying her
spirits, amidst the various engagements which the kindness of her aunt had
reserved for them. But Jane was to go home with her, and at Longbourn
there would be leisure enough for observation.
It was not without an effort meanwhile that she could wait even for
Longbourn, before she told her sister of Mr. Darcy’s proposals. To know that
she had the power of revealing what would so exceedingly astonish Jane,
and must, at the same time, so highly gratify whatever of her own vanity she
had not yet been able to reason away, was such a temptation to openness as
nothing could have conquered, but the state of indecision in which she
remained, as to the extent of what she should communicate; and her fear, if
she once entered on the subject, of being hurried into repeating something
of Bingley, which might only grieve her sister farther.
XXXIX
It was the second week in May, in which the three young ladies set out
together from Gracechurch-street, for the town of ⸻⸻⸻ in Hertfordshire;
and, as they drew near the appointed inn where Mr. Bennet’s carriage was to
meet them, they quickly perceived, in token of the coachman’s punctuality,
both Kitty and Lydia looking out of a dining-room upstairs. These two
girls had been above an hour in the place, happily employed in visiting an
opposite milliner, watching the sentinel on guard, and dressing a salad
and cucumber.
After welcoming their sisters, they triumphantly displayed a table set out
with such cold meat as an inn larder usually affords, exclaiming, “Is not this
nice? is not this an agreeable surprise?”
“And we mean to treat you all,” added Lydia; “but you must lend us the
money, for we have just spent ours at the shop out there.” Then showing her
purchases: “Look here, I have bought this bonnet. I do not think it is very
pretty; but I thought I might as well buy it as not. I shall pull it to pieces as
soon as I get home, and see if I can make it up any better.”
And when her sisters abused it as ugly, she added, with perfect unconcern,
“Oh! but there were two or three much uglier in the shop; and when I have
bought some prettier-coloured satin to trim it with fresh, I think it will be
very tolerable. Besides, it will not much signify what one wears this summer,
after the ⸺⸺ shire have left Meryton, and they are going in a fortnight.”
“Are they indeed?” cried Elizabeth, with the greatest satisfaction.
“They are going to be encamped near Brighton; and I do so want papa to
take us all there for the summer! It would be such a delicious scheme, and I
dare say would hardly cost anything at all. Mamma would like to go too of all
things! Only think what a miserable summer else we shall have!”
“Yes,” thought Elizabeth, “that would be a delightful scheme, indeed, and
completely do for us at once. Good Heaven! Brighton, and a whole campful
of soldiers, to us, who have been overset already by one poor regiment of
militia, and the monthly balls of Meryton.”
“Now I have got some news for you,” said Lydia, as they sat down to table.
“What do you think? It is excellent news, capital news, and about a certain
person that we all like.”
Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other, and the waiter was told that he
need not stay. Lydia laughed, and said —
“Aye, that is just like your formality and discretion. You thought the
waiter must not hear, as if he cared! I dare say he often hears worse things
said than I am going to say. But he is an ugly fellow! I am glad he is gone. I
never saw such a long chin in my life. Well, but now for my news: it is about
dear Wickham; too good for the waiter, is not it? There is no danger of
Wickham’s marrying Mary King. There’s for you! She is gone down to her
uncle at Liverpool; gone to stay. Wickham is safe.”
“And Mary King is safe!” added Elizabeth; “safe from a connection
imprudent as to fortune.”
“She is a great fool for going away, if she liked him.”
“But I hope there is no strong attachment on either side,” said Jane.
“I am sure there is not on his. I will answer for it he never cared three
straws about her. Who could about such a nasty little freckled thing?”
Elizabeth was shocked to think that, however incapable of such
coarseness of expression herself, the coarseness of the sentiment was little
other than her own breast had formerly harboured and fancied liberal!
As soon as all had ate, and the elder ones paid, the carriage was ordered;
and after some contrivance, the whole party, with all their boxes, workbags,
and parcels, and the unwelcome addition of Kitty’s and Lydia’s purchases,
were seated in it.
“How nicely we are crammed in!” cried Lydia. “I am glad I bought my
bonnet, if it is only for the fun of having another bandbox! Well, now let us
be quite comfortable and snug, and talk and laugh all the way home. And in
the first place, let us hear what has happened to you all, since you went
away. Have you seen any pleasant men? Have you had any flirting? I was in
great hopes that one of you would have got a husband before you came back.
Jane will be quite an old maid soon, I declare. She is almost three and
twenty! Lord, how ashamed I should be of not being married before three
and twenty! My aunt Philips wants you so to get husbands, you can’t think.
She says Lizzy had better have taken Mr. Collins; but I do not think there
would have been any fun in it. Lord! how I should like to be married before
any of you; and then I would chaperon you about to all the balls. Dear me!
we had such a good piece of fun the other day at Colonel Forster’s. Kitty and
me were to spend the day there, and Mrs. Forster promised to have a little
dance in the evening; (by the by, Mrs. Forster and me are such friends!) and
so she asked the two Harringtons to come, but Harriet was ill, and so Pen
was forced to come by herself; and then, what do you think we did? We
dressed up Chamberlayne in woman’s clothes, on purpose to pass for a
lady —only think what fun! Not a soul knew of it, but Col. and Mrs. Forster,
and Kitty and me, except my aunt, for we were forced to borrow one of her
gowns; and you cannot imagine how well he looked! When Denny, and
Wickham, and Pratt, and two or three more of the men came in, they did not
know him in the least. Lord! how I laughed! and so did Mrs. Forster. I
thought I should have died. And that made the men suspect something, and
then they soon found out what was the matter.”
With such kind of histories of their parties and good jokes, did Lydia,
assisted by Kitty’s hints and additions, endeavour to amuse her companions
all the way to Longbourn. Elizabeth listened as little as she could, but there
was no escaping the frequent mention of Wickham’s name.
Their reception at home was most kind. Mrs. Bennet rejoiced to see Jane
in undiminished beauty; and more than once during dinner did Mr. Bennet
say voluntarily to Elizabeth —
“I am glad you are come back, Lizzy.”
Their party in the dining-room was large, for almost all the Lucases came
to meet Maria and hear the news: and various were the subjects which
occupied them; lady Lucas was enquiring of Maria across the table, after the
welfare and poultry of her eldest daughter; Mrs. Bennet was doubly
engaged, on one hand collecting an account of the present fashions from
Jane, who sat some way below her, and on the other, retailing them all to the
younger Miss Lucases; and Lydia, in a voice rather louder than any other
person’s, was enumerating the various pleasures of the morning to anybody
who would hear her.
“Oh! Mary,” said she, “I wish you had gone with us, for we had such fun!
as we went along, Kitty and me drew up all the blinds, and pretended there
was nobody in the coach; and I should have gone so all the way, if Kitty had
not been sick; and when we got to the George, I do think we behaved very
handsomely, for we treated the other three with the nicest cold luncheon in
the world, and if you would have gone, we would have treated you too. And
then when we came away it was such fun! I thought we never should have
got into the coach. I was ready to die of laughter. And then we were so merry
all the way home! we talked and laughed so loud, that anybody might have
heard us ten miles off!”
To this, Mary very gravely replied, “Far be it from me, my dear sister, to
depreciate such pleasures. They would doubtless be congenial with the
generality of female minds. But I confess they would have no charms for me.
I should infinitely prefer a book.”
But of this answer Lydia heard not a word. She seldom listened to
anybody for more than half a minute, and never attended to Mary at all.
In the afternoon Lydia was urgent with the rest of the girls to walk to
Meryton and see how everybody went on; but Elizabeth steadily opposed the
scheme. It should not be said, that the Miss Bennets could not be at home
half a day before they were in pursuit of the officers. There was another
reason too for her opposition. She dreaded seeing Wickham again, and was
resolved to avoid it as long as possible. The comfort to her, of the regiment’s
approaching removal, was indeed beyond expression. In a fortnight they
were to go, and once gone, she hoped there could be nothing more to plague
her on his account.
She had not been many hours at home, before she found that the Brighton
scheme, of which Lydia had given them a hint at the inn, was under frequent
discussion between her parents. Elizabeth saw directly that her father had
not the smallest intention of yielding; but his answers were at the same time
so vague and equivocal, that her mother, though often disheartened, had
never yet despaired of succeeding at last.
XL
Elizabeth’s impatience to acquaint Jane with what had happened could no
longer be overcome; and at length resolving to suppress every particular in
which her sister was concerned, and preparing her to be surprised, she
related to her the next morning the chief of the scene between Mr. Darcy
and herself.
Miss Bennet’s astonishment was soon lessened by the strong sisterly
partiality which made any admiration of Elizabeth appear perfectly natural;
and all surprise was shortly lost in other feelings. She was sorry that
Mr. Darcy should have delivered his sentiments in a manner so little suited
to recommend them; but still more was she grieved for the unhappiness
which her sister’s refusal must have given him.
“His being so sure of succeeding, was wrong,” said she; “and certainly
ought not to have appeared; but consider how much it must increase
his disappointment.”
“Indeed,” replied Elizabeth, “I am heartily sorry for him; but he has other
feelings which will probably soon drive away his regard for me. You do not
blame me, however, for refusing him?”
“Blame you! Oh, no.”
“But you blame me for having spoken so warmly of Wickham.”
“No —I do not know that you were wrong in saying what you did.”
“But you will know it, when I have told you what happened the very
next day.”
She then spoke of the letter, repeating the whole of its contents as far as
they concerned George Wickham. What a stroke was this for poor Jane! who
would willingly have gone through the world without believing that so much
wickedness existed in the whole race of mankind, as was here collected in
one individual. Nor was Darcy’s vindication, though grateful to her feelings,
capable of consoling her for such discovery. Most earnestly did she labour
to prove the probability of error, and seek to clear one, without involving
the other.
“This will not do,” said Elizabeth. “You never will be able to make both of
them good for anything. Take your choice, but you must be satisfied with
only one. There is but such a quantity of merit between them; just enough to
make one good sort of man; and of late it has been shifting about pretty
much. For my part, I am inclined to believe it all Mr. Darcy’s, but you shall
do as you choose.”
It was some time, however, before a smile could be extorted from Jane.
“I do not know when I have been more shocked,” said she. “Wickham so
very bad! It is almost past belief. And poor Mr. Darcy! dear Lizzy, only
consider what he must have suffered. Such a disappointment! and with the
knowledge of your ill opinion too! and having to relate such a thing of his
sister! It is really too distressing. I am sure you must feel it so.”
“Oh! no, my regret and compassion are all done away by seeing you so full
of both. I know you will do him such ample justice, that I am growing every
moment more unconcerned and indifferent. Your profusion makes me
saving; and if you lament over him much longer, my heart will be as light as
a feather.”
“Poor Wickham; there is such an expression of goodness in his
countenance! such an openness and gentleness in his manner.”
“There certainly was some great mismanagement in the education of
those two young men. One has got all the goodness, and the other all the
appearance of it.”
“I never thought Mr. Darcy so deficient in the appearance of it as you
used to do.”
“And yet I meant to be uncommonly clever in taking so decided a dislike
to him, without any reason. It is such a spur to one’s genius, such an
opening for wit to have a dislike of that kind. One may be continually
abusive without saying anything just; but one cannot be always laughing at a
man without now and then stumbling on something witty.”
“Lizzy, when you first read that letter, I am sure you could not treat the
matter as you do now.”
“Indeed I could not. I was uncomfortable enough. I was very
uncomfortable, I may say unhappy. And with no one to speak to, of what I
felt, no Jane to comfort me and say that I had not been so very weak and
vain and nonsensical as I knew I had! Oh! how I wanted you!”
“How unfortunate that you should have used such very strong
expressions in speaking of Wickham to Mr. Darcy, for now they do appear
wholly undeserved.”
“Certainly. But the misfortune of speaking with bitterness is a most
natural consequence of the prejudices I had been encouraging. There
is one point on which I want your advice. I want to be told whether I
ought, or ought not to make our acquaintance in general understand
Wickham’s character.”
Miss Bennet paused a little and then replied, “Surely there can be no
occasion for exposing him so dreadfully. What is your own opinion?”
“That it ought not to be attempted. Mr. Darcy has not authorised me to
make his communication public. On the contrary every particular relative to
his sister, was meant to be kept as much as possible to myself; and if I
endeavour to undeceive people as to the rest of his conduct, who will believe
me? The general prejudice against Mr. Darcy is so violent, that it would be
the death of half the good people in Meryton to attempt to place him in an
amiable light. I am not equal to it. Wickham will soon be gone; and
therefore it will not signify to anybody here what he really is. Sometime
hence it will be all found out, and then we may laugh at their stupidity in not
knowing it before. At present I will say nothing about it.”
“You are quite right. To have his errors made public might ruin him
forever. He is now perhaps sorry for what he has done, and anxious to
reestablish a character. We must not make him desperate.”
The tumult of Elizabeth’s mind was allayed by this conversation. She had
got rid of two of the secrets which had weighed on her for a fortnight, and
was certain of a willing listener in Jane, whenever she might wish to talk
again of either. But there was still something lurking behind, of which
prudence forbad the disclosure. She dared not relate the other half of
Mr. Darcy’s letter, nor explain to her sister how sincerely she had been
valued by his friend. Here was knowledge in which no one could partake;
and she was sensible that nothing less than a perfect understanding between
the parties could justify her in throwing off this last incumbrance of
mystery. “And then,” said she, “if that very improbable event should ever
take place, I shall merely be able to tell what Bingley may tell in a much
more agreeable manner himself. The liberty of communication cannot be
mine till it has lost all its value!”
She was now, on being settled at home, at leisure to observe the real state
of her sister’s spirits. Jane was not happy. She still cherished a very tender
affection for Bingley. Having never even fancied herself in love before, her
regard had all the warmth of first attachment, and from her age and
disposition, greater steadiness than first attachments often boast; and so
fervently did she value his remembrance, and prefer him to every other
man, that all her good sense, and all her attention to the feelings of her
friends, were requisite to check the indulgence of those regrets, which must
have been injurious to her own health and their tranquillity.
“Well, Lizzy,” said Mrs. Bennet one day, “what is your opinion now of this
sad business of Jane’s? For my part, I am determined never to speak of it
again to anybody. I told my sister Philips so the other day. But I cannot find
out that Jane saw anything of him in London. Well, he is a very undeserving
young man —and I do not suppose there is the least chance in the world of
her ever getting him now. There is no talk of his coming to Netherfield again
in the summer; and I have enquired of everybody too, who is likely to know.”
“I do not believe that he will ever live at Netherfield any more.”
“Oh, well! it is just as he chooses. Nobody wants him to come. Though I
shall always say that he used my daughter extremely ill; and if I was her, I
would not have put up with it. Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of
a broken heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done.”
But as Elizabeth could not receive comfort from any such expectation, she
made no answer.
“Well, Lizzy,” continued her mother soon afterwards, “and so the
Collinses live very comfortable, do they? Well, well, I only hope it will last.
And what sort of table do they keep? Charlotte is an excellent manager, I
dare say. If she is half as sharp as her mother, she is saving enough. There is
nothing extravagant in their housekeeping, I dare say.”
“No, nothing at all.”
“A great deal of good management, depend upon it. Yes, yes. They will
take care not to outrun their income. They will never be distressed for
money. Well, much good may it do them! And so, I suppose, they often talk
of having Longbourn when your father is dead. They look upon it quite as
their own, I dare say, whenever that happens.”
“It was a subject which they could not mention before me.”
“No. It would have been strange if they had. But I make no doubt, they
often talk of it between themselves. Well, if they can be easy with an estate
that is not lawfully their own, so much the better. I should be ashamed of
having one that was only entailed on me.”
XLI
The first week of their return was soon gone. The second began. It was the
last of the regiment’s stay in Meryton, and all the young ladies in the
neighbourhood were drooping apace. The dejection was almost universal.
The elder Miss Bennets alone were still able to eat, drink, and sleep, and
pursue the usual course of their employments. Very frequently were they
reproached for this insensibility by Kitty and Lydia, whose own misery was
extreme, and who could not comprehend such hard-heartedness in any of
the family.
“Good Heaven! What is to become of us! What are we to do!” would they
often exclaim in the bitterness of woe. “How can you be smiling so, Lizzy?”
Their affectionate mother shared all their grief; she remembered what she
had herself endured on a similar occasion, five and twenty years ago.
“I am sure,” said she, “I cried for two days together when Colonel Millar’s
regiment went away. I thought I should have broke my heart.”
“I am sure I shall break mine,” said Lydia.
“If one could but go to Brighton!” observed Mrs. Bennet.
“Oh, yes! —if one could but go to Brighton! But papa is so disagreeable.”
“A little sea-bathing would set me up forever.”
“And my aunt Philips is sure it would do me a great deal of good,”
added Kitty.
Such were the kind of lamentations resounding perpetually through
Longbourn-house. Elizabeth tried to be diverted by them; but all sense of
pleasure was lost in shame. She felt anew the justice of Mr. Darcy’s
objections; and never had she before been so much disposed to pardon his
interference in the views of his friend.
But the gloom of Lydia’s prospect was shortly cleared away; for she
received an invitation from Mrs. Forster, the wife of the Colonel of the
regiment, to accompany her to Brighton. This invaluable friend was a very
young woman, and very lately married. A resemblance in good humour and
good spirits had recommended her and Lydia to each other, and out of their
three months’ acquaintance they had been intimate two.
The rapture of Lydia on this occasion, her adoration of Mrs. Forster, the
delight of Mrs. Bennet, and the mortification of Kitty, are scarcely to be
described. Wholly inattentive to her sister’s feelings, Lydia flew about the
house in restless ecstacy, calling for everyone’s congratulations, and
laughing and talking with more violence than ever; whilst the luckless Kitty
continued in the parlour repining at her fate in terms as unreasonable as her
accent was peevish.
“I cannot see why Mrs. Forster should not ask me as well as Lydia,” said
she, “though I am not her particular friend. I have just as much right to be
asked as she has, and more too, for I am two years older.”
In vain did Elizabeth attempt to make her reasonable, and Jane to make
her resigned. As for Elizabeth herself, this invitation was so far from exciting
in her the same feelings as in her mother and Lydia, that she considered it as
the death-warrant of all possibility of common sense for the latter; and
detestable as such a step must make her were it known, she could not help
secretly advising her father not to let her go. She represented to him all the
improprieties of Lydia’s general behaviour, the little advantage she could
derive from the friendship of such a woman as Mrs. Forster, and the
probability of her being yet more imprudent with such a companion at
Brighton, where the temptations must be greater than at home. He heard
her attentively, and then said —
“Lydia will never be easy till she has exposed herself in some public place
or other, and we can never expect her to do it with so little expense or
inconvenience to her family as under the present circumstances.”
“If you were aware,” said Elizabeth, “of the very great disadvantage to us
all, which must arise from the public notice of Lydia’s unguarded and
imprudent manner; nay, which has already arisen from it, I am sure you
would judge differently in the affair.”
“Already arisen!” repeated Mr. Bennet. “What, has she frightened away
some of your lovers? Poor little Lizzy! But do not be cast down. Such
squeamish youths as cannot bear to be connected with a little absurdity, are
not worth a regret. Come, let me see the list of the pitiful fellows who have
been kept aloof by Lydia’s folly.”
“Indeed you are mistaken. I have no such injuries to resent. It is not of
peculiar, but of general evils, which I am now complaining. Our importance,
our respectability in the world, must be affected by the wild volatility, the
assurance and disdain of all restraint which mark Lydia’s character. Excuse
me —for I must speak plainly. If you, my dear father, will not take the trouble
of checking her exuberant spirits, and of teaching her that her present
pursuits are not to be the business of her life, she will soon be beyond the
reach of amendment. Her character will be fixed, and she will, at sixteen, be
the most determined flirt that ever made herself and her family ridiculous. A
flirt too, in the worst and meanest degree of flirtation; without any
attraction beyond youth and a tolerable person; and from the ignorance and
emptiness of her mind, wholly unable to ward off any portion of that
universal contempt which her rage for admiration will excite. In this danger
Kitty is also comprehended. She will follow wherever Lydia leads. Vain,
ignorant, idle, and absolutely uncontrolled! Oh! my dear father, can you
suppose it possible that they will not be censured and despised wherever
they are known, and that their sisters will not be often involved in
the disgrace?”
Mr. Bennet saw that her whole heart was in the subject; and affectionately
taking her hand, said in reply —
“Do not make yourself uneasy, my love. Wherever you and Jane are
known, you must be respected and valued; and you will not appear to less
advantage for having a couple of —or I may say, three very silly sisters. We
shall have no peace at Longbourn if Lydia does not go to Brighton. Let her
go then. Colonel Forster is a sensible man, and will keep her out of any real
mischief; and she is luckily too poor to be an object of prey to anybody. At
Brighton she will be of less importance even as a common flirt than she has
been here. The officers will find women better worth their notice. Let us
hope, therefore, that her being there may teach her her own insignificance.
At any rate, she cannot grow many degrees worse, without authorizing us to
lock her up for the rest of her life.”
With this answer Elizabeth was forced to be content; but her own opinion
continued the same, and she left him disappointed and sorry. It was not in
her nature, however, to increase her vexations, by dwelling on them. She
was confident of having performed her duty, and to fret over unavoidable
evils, or augment them by anxiety, was no part of her disposition.
Had Lydia and her mother known the substance of her conference with
her father, their indignation would hardly have found expression in their
united volubility. In Lydia’s imagination, a visit to Brighton comprised every
possibility of earthly happiness. She saw with the creative eye of fancy, the
streets of that gay bathing place covered with officers. She saw herself the
object of attention, to tens and to scores of them at present unknown. She
saw all the glories of the camp; its tents stretched forth in beauteous
uniformity of lines, crowded with the young and the gay, and dazzling with
scarlet; and to complete the view, she saw herself seated beneath a tent,
tenderly flirting with at least six officers at once.
Had she known that her sister sought to tear her from such prospects and
such realities as these, what would have been her sensations? They could
have been understood only by her mother, who might have felt nearly the
same. Lydia’s going to Brighton was all that consoled her for the melancholy
conviction of her husband’s never intending to go there himself.
But they were entirely ignorant of what had passed; and their raptures
continued with little intermission to the very day of Lydia’s leaving home.
Elizabeth was now to see Mr. Wickham for the last time. Having been
frequently in company with him since her return, agitation was pretty well
over; the agitations of former partiality entirely so. She had even learnt to
detect, in the very gentleness which had first delighted her, an affectation
and a sameness to disgust and weary. In his present behaviour to herself,
moreover, she had a fresh source of displeasure, for the inclination he soon
testified of renewing those attentions which had marked the early part of
their acquaintance, could only serve, after what had since passed, to provoke
her. She lost all concern for him in finding herself thus selected as the object
of such idle and frivolous gallantry; and while she steadily repressed it,
could not but feel the reproof contained in his believing, that however long,
and for whatever cause, his attentions had been withdrawn, her vanity
would be gratified and her preference secured at any time by their renewal.
On the very last day of the regiment’s remaining in Meryton, he dined
with others of the officers at Longbourn; and so little was Elizabeth disposed
to part from him in good humour, that on his making some enquiry as to the
manner in which her time had passed at Hunsford, she mentioned Colonel
Fitzwilliam’s and Mr. Darcy’s having both spent three weeks at Rosings, and
asked him if he were acquainted with the former.
He looked surprised, displeased, alarmed; but with a moment’s
recollection and a returning smile, replied, that he had formerly seen him
often; and after observing that he was a very gentleman-like man, asked her
how she had liked him. Her answer was warmly in his favour. With an air of
indifference he soon afterwards added, “How long did you say that he was
at Rosings?”
“Nearly three weeks.”
“And you saw him frequently?”
“Yes, almost every day.”
“His manners are very different from his cousin’s.”
“Yes, very different. But I think Mr. Darcy improves on acquaintance.”
“Indeed!” cried Wickham with a look which did not escape her. “And pray
may I ask?” but checking himself, he added in a gayer tone, “Is it in address
that he improves? Has he deigned to add ought of civility to his ordinary
style? for I dare not hope,” he continued in a lower and more serious tone,
“that he is improved in essentials.”
“Oh, no!” said Elizabeth. “In essentials, I believe, he is very much what he
ever was.”
While she spoke, Wickham looked as if scarcely knowing whether to
rejoice over her words, or to distrust their meaning. There was a something
in her countenance which made him listen with an apprehensive and
anxious attention, while she added —
“When I said that he improved on acquaintance, I did not mean that
either his mind or manners were in a state of improvement, but that from
knowing him better, his disposition was better understood.”
Wickham’s alarm now appeared in a heightened complexion and agitated
look; for a few minutes he was silent; till, shaking off his embarrassment, he
turned to her again, and said in the gentlest of accents —
“You, who so well know my feelings towards Mr. Darcy, will readily
comprehend how sincerely I must rejoice that he is wise enough to assume
even the appearance of what is right. His pride, in that direction, may be of
service, if not to himself, to many others, for it must deter him from such
foul misconduct as I have suffered by. I only fear that the sort of
cautiousness, to which you, I imagine, have been alluding, is merely adopted
on his visits to his aunt, of whose good opinion and judgment he stands
much in awe. His fear of her, has always operated, I know, when they were
together; and a good deal is to be imputed to his wish of forwarding the
match with Miss de Bourgh, which I am certain he has very much at heart.”
Elizabeth could not repress a smile at this, but she answered only by a
slight inclination of the head. She saw that he wanted to engage her on the
old subject of his grievances, and she was in no humour to indulge him. The
rest of the evening passed with the appearance, on his side, of usual
cheerfulness, but with no farther attempt to distinguish Elizabeth; and they
parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never
meeting again.
When the party broke up, Lydia returned with Mrs. Forster to Meryton,
from whence they were to set out early the next morning. The separation
between her and her family was rather noisy than pathetic. Kitty was the
only one who shed tears; but she did weep from vexation and envy.
Mrs. Bennet was diffuse in her good wishes for the felicity of her daughter,
and impressive in her injunctions that she would not miss the opportunity of
enjoying herself as much as possible; advice, which there was every reason
to believe would be attended to; and in the clamorous happiness of Lydia
herself in bidding farewell, the more gentle adieus of her sisters were uttered
without being heard.
XLII
Had Elizabeth’s opinion been all drawn from her own family, she could not
have formed a very pleasing picture of conjugal felicity or domestic comfort.
Her father, captivated by youth and beauty, and that appearance of good
humour which youth and beauty generally give, had married a woman
whose weak understanding and illiberal mind, had very early in their
marriage put an end to all real affection for her. Respect, esteem, and
confidence, had vanished forever; and all his views of domestic happiness
were overthrown. But Mr. Bennet was not of a disposition to seek comfort
for the disappointment which his own imprudence had brought on, in any of
those pleasures which too often console the unfortunate for their folly or
their vice. He was fond of the country and of books; and from these tastes
had arisen his principal enjoyments. To his wife he was very little otherwise
indebted, than as her ignorance and folly had contributed to his amusement.
This is not the sort of happiness which a man would in general wish to owe
to his wife; but where other powers of entertainment are wanting, the true
philosopher will derive benefit from such as are given.
Elizabeth, however, had never been blind to the impropriety of her
father’s behaviour as a husband. She had always seen it with pain; but
respecting his abilities, and grateful for his affectionate treatment of herself,
she endeavoured to forget what she could not overlook, and to banish from
her thoughts that continual breach of conjugal obligation and decorum
which, in exposing his wife to the contempt of her own children, was so
highly reprehensible. But she had never felt so strongly as now the
disadvantages which must attend the children of so unsuitable a marriage,
nor ever been so fully aware of the evils arising from so ill-judged a direction
of talents; talents which rightly used, might at least have preserved the
respectability of his daughters, even if incapable of enlarging the mind of
his wife.
When Elizabeth had rejoiced over Wickham’s departure, she found little
other cause for satisfaction in the loss of the regiment. Their parties abroad
were less varied than before; and at home she had a mother and sister
whose constant repinings at the dullness of everything around them, threw a
real gloom over their domestic circle; and, though Kitty might in time regain
her natural degree of sense, since the disturbers of her brain were removed,
her other sister, from whose disposition greater evil might be apprehended,
was likely to be hardened in all her folly and assurance, by a situation of
such double danger as a watering place and a camp. Upon the whole,
therefore, she found, what has been sometimes found before, that an event
to which she had looked forward with impatient desire did not, in taking
place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself. It was
consequently necessary to name some other period for the commencement
of actual felicity; to have some other point on which her wishes and hopes
might be fixed, and by again enjoying the pleasure of anticipation, console
herself for the present, and prepare for another disappointment. Her tour to
the Lakes was now the object of her happiest thoughts; it was her best
consolation for all the uncomfortable hours, which the discontentedness of
her mother and Kitty made inevitable; and could she have included Jane in
the scheme, every part of it would have been perfect.
“But it is fortunate,” thought she, “that I have something to wish for. Were
the whole arrangement complete, my disappointment would be certain. But
here, by carrying with me one ceaseless source of regret in my sister’s
absence, I may reasonably hope to have all my expectations of pleasure
realized. A scheme of which every part promises delight, can never be
successful; and general disappointment is only warded off by the defence of
some little peculiar vexation.”
When Lydia went away, she promised to write very often and very
minutely to her mother and Kitty; but her letters were always long expected,
and always very short. Those to her mother, contained little else, than that
they were just returned from the library, where such and such officers had
attended them, and where she had seen such beautiful ornaments as made
her quite wild; that she had a new gown, or a new parasol, which she would
have described more fully, but was obliged to leave off in a violent hurry, as
Mrs. Forster called her, and they were going to the camp; —and from her
correspondence with her sister, there was still less to be learnt —for her
letters to Kitty, though rather longer, were much too full of lines under the
words to be made public.
After the first fortnight or three weeks of her absence, health, good
humour and cheerfulness began to reappear at Longbourn. Everything wore
a happier aspect. The families who had been in town for the winter came
back again, and summer finery and summer engagements arose.
Mrs. Bennet was restored to her usual querulous serenity, and by the middle
of June Kitty was so much recovered as to be able to enter Meryton without
tears; an event of such happy promise as to make Elizabeth hope, that by the
following Christmas, she might be so tolerably reasonable as not to
mention an officer above once a day, unless by some cruel and malicious
arrangement at the war-office, another regiment should be quartered
in Meryton.
The time fixed for the beginning of their Northern tour was now fast
approaching; and a fortnight only was wanting of it, when a letter arrived
from Mrs. Gardiner, which at once delayed its commencement and curtailed
its extent. Mr. Gardiner would be prevented by business from setting out till
a fortnight later in July, and must be in London again within a month; and
as that left too short a period for them to go so far, and see so much as they
had proposed, or at least to see it with the leisure and comfort they had built
on, they were obliged to give up the Lakes, and substitute a more contracted
tour; and, according to the present plan, were to go no farther northward
than Derbyshire. In that county, there was enough to be seen, to occupy the
chief of their three weeks; and to Mrs. Gardiner it had a peculiarly strong
attraction. The town where she had formerly passed some years of her life,
and where they were now to spend a few days, was probably as great an
object of her curiosity, as all the celebrated beauties of Matlock, Chatsworth,
Dovedale, or the Peak.
Elizabeth was excessively disappointed; she had set her heart on seeing
the Lakes; and still thought there might have been time enough. But it was
her business to be satisfied —and certainly her temper to be happy; and all
was soon right again.
With the mention of Derbyshire, there were many ideas connected. It was
impossible for her to see the word without thinking of Pemberley and its
owner. “But surely,” said she, “I may enter his county with impunity, and
rob it of a few petrified spars without his perceiving me.”
The period of expectation was now doubled. Four weeks were to pass
away before her uncle and aunt’s arrival. But they did pass away, and
Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, with their four children, did at length appear at
Longbourn. The children, two girls of six and eight years old, and two
younger boys, were to be left under the particular care of their cousin Jane,
who was the general favourite, and whose steady sense and sweetness of
temper exactly adapted her for attending to them in every way —teaching
them, playing with them, and loving them.
The Gardiners stayed only one night at Longbourn, and set off the next
morning with Elizabeth in pursuit of novelty and amusement. One
enjoyment was certain —that of suitableness as companions; a suitableness
which comprehended health and temper to bear inconveniences —
cheerfulness to enhance every pleasure —and affection and
intelligence, which might supply it among themselves if there were
disappointments abroad.
It is not the object of this work to give a description of Derbyshire, nor of
any of the remarkable places through which their route thither lay; Oxford,
Blenheim, Warwick, Kenelworth, Birmingham, etc. are sufficiently known. A
small part of Derbyshire is all the present concern. To the little town of
Lambton, the scene of Mrs. Gardiner’s former residence, and where she had
lately learned that some acquaintance still remained, they bent their steps,
after having seen all the principal wonders of the country; and within five
miles of Lambton, Elizabeth found from her aunt, that Pemberley was
situated. It was not in their direct road, nor more than a mile or two out of
it. In talking over their route the evening before, Mrs. Gardiner expressed an
inclination to see the place again. Mr. Gardiner declared his willingness, and
Elizabeth was applied to for her approbation.
“My love, should not you like to see a place of which you have heard
so much?” said her aunt. “A place too, with which so many of your
acquaintance are connected. Wickham passed all his youth there,
you know.”
Elizabeth was distressed. She felt that she had no business at Pemberley,
and was obliged to assume a disinclination for seeing it. She must own that
she was tired of great houses; after going over so many, she really had no
pleasure in fine carpets or satin curtains.
Mrs. Gardiner abused her stupidity. “If it were merely a fine house richly
furnished,” said she, “I should not care about it myself; but the grounds are
delightful. They have some of the finest woods in the country.”
Elizabeth said no more —but her mind could not acquiesce. The possibility
of meeting Mr. Darcy, while viewing the place, instantly occurred. It would
be dreadful! She blushed at the very idea; and thought it would be better to
speak openly to her aunt, than to run such a risk. But against this,
there were objections; and she finally resolved that it could be the last
resource, if her private enquiries as to the absence of the family, were
unfavourably answered.
Accordingly, when she retired at night, she asked the chambermaid
whether Pemberley were not a very fine place, what was the name of its
proprietor, and with no little alarm, whether the family were down for the
summer. A most welcome negative followed the last question —and her
alarms being now removed, she was at leisure to feel a great deal of curiosity
to see the house herself; and when the subject was revived the next morning,
and she was again applied to, could readily answer, and with a proper air of
indifference, that she had not really any dislike to the scheme.
To Pemberley, therefore, they were to go.
XLIII
Elizabeth, as they drove along, watched for the first appearance of
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation; and when at length they turned
in at the lodge, her spirits were in a high flutter.
The park was very large, and contained great variety of ground. They
entered it in one of its lowest points, and drove for some time through a
beautiful wood, stretching over a wide extent.
Elizabeth’s mind was too full for conversation, but she saw and admired
every remarkable spot and point of view. They gradually ascended for half a
mile, and then found themselves at the top of a considerable eminence,
where the wood ceased, and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley
House, situated on the opposite side of a valley, into which the road with
some abruptness wound. It was a large, handsome, stone building, standing
well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills; —and in
front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but
without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal, nor falsely
adorned. Elizabeth was delighted. She had never seen a place for which
nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little
counteracted by an awkward taste. They were all of them warm in their
admiration; and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley
might be something!
They descended the hill, crossed the bridge, and drove to the door; and,
while examining the nearer aspect of the house, all her apprehensions of
meeting its owner returned. She dreaded lest the chambermaid had been
mistaken. On applying to see the place, they were admitted into the hall; and
Elizabeth, as they waited for the housekeeper, had leisure to wonder at her
being where she was.
The housekeeper came; a respectable-looking, elderly woman, much less
fine, and more civil, than she had any notion of finding her. They followed
her into the dining-parlour. It was a large, well-proportioned room,
handsomely fitted up. Elizabeth, after slightly surveying it, went to a window
to enjoy its prospect. The hill, crowned with wood, from which they had
descended, receiving increased abruptness from the distance, was a
beautiful object. Every disposition of the ground was good; and she looked
on the whole scene, the river, the trees scattered on its banks, and the
winding of the valley, as far as she could trace it, with delight. As they passed
into other rooms, these objects were taking different positions; but from
every window there were beauties to be seen. The rooms were lofty and
handsome, and their furniture suitable to the fortune of their proprietor; but
Elizabeth saw, with admiration of his taste, that it was neither gaudy nor
uselessly fine; with less of splendor, and more real elegance, than the
furniture of Rosings.
“And of this place,” thought she, “I might have been mistress! With these
rooms I might now have been familiarly acquainted! Instead of viewing
them as a stranger, I might have rejoiced in them as my own, and welcomed
to them as visitors my uncle and aunt. But no,” —recollecting herself —“that
could never be: my uncle and aunt would have been lost to me: I should not
have been allowed to invite them.”
This was a lucky recollection —it saved her from something like regret.
She longed to enquire of the housekeeper, whether her master were really
absent, but had not courage for it. At length, however, the question was
asked by her uncle; and she turned away with alarm, while Mrs. Reynolds
replied, that he was, adding, “but we expect him tomorrow, with a large
party of friends.” How rejoiced was Elizabeth that their own journey had not
by any circumstance been delayed a day!
Her aunt now called her to look at a picture. She approached, and saw the
likeness of Mr. Wickham suspended, amongst several other miniatures, over
the mantlepiece. Her aunt asked her, smilingly, how she liked it. The
housekeeper came forward, and told them it was the picture of a young
gentleman, the son of her late master’s steward, who had been brought up
by him at his own expense. “He is now gone into the army,” she added, “but
I am afraid he has turned out very wild.”
Mrs. Gardiner looked at her niece with a smile, but Elizabeth could not
return it.
“And that,” said Mrs. Reynolds, pointing to another of the miniatures, “is
my master —and very like him. It was drawn at the same time as the other —
about eight years ago.”
“I have heard much of your master’s fine person,” said Mrs. Gardiner,
looking at the picture; “it is a handsome face. But, Lizzy, you can tell us
whether it is like or not.”
Mrs. Reynolds’s respect for Elizabeth seemed to increase on this
intimation of her knowing her master.
“Does that young lady know Mr. Darcy?”
Elizabeth coloured, and said —“A little.”
“And do not you think him a very handsome gentleman, Ma’am?”
“Yes, very handsome.”
“I am sure I know none so handsome; but in the gallery upstairs you will
see a finer, larger picture of him than this. This room was my late master’s
favourite room, and these miniatures are just as they used to be then. He
was very fond of them.”
This accounted to Elizabeth for Mr. Wickham’s being among them.
Mrs. Reynolds then directed their attention to one of Miss Darcy, drawn
when she was only eight years old.
“And is Miss Darcy as handsome as her brother?” said Mr. Gardiner.
“Oh! yes —the handsomest young lady that ever was seen; and so
accomplished! —She plays and sings all day long. In the next room is a new
instrument just come down for her —a present from my master; she comes
here tomorrow with him.”
Mr. Gardiner, whose manners were easy and pleasant, encouraged her
communicativeness by his questions and remarks; Mrs. Reynolds, either
from pride or attachment, had evidently great pleasure in talking of her
master and his sister.
“Is your master much at Pemberley in the course of the year?”
“Not so much as I could wish, Sir; but I dare say he may spend half his
time here; and Miss Darcy is always down for the summer months.”
“Except,” thought Elizabeth, “when she goes to Ramsgate.”
“If your master would marry, you might see more of him.”
“Yes, Sir; but I do not know when that will be. I do not know who is good
enough for him.”
Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner smiled. Elizabeth could not help saying, “It is very
much to his credit, I am sure, that you should think so.”
“I say no more than the truth, and what everybody will say that knows
him,” replied the other. Elizabeth thought this was going pretty far; and she
listened with increasing astonishment as the housekeeper added, “I have
never had a cross word from him in my life, and I have known him ever
since he was four years old.”
This was praise, of all others most extraordinary, most opposite to her
ideas. That he was not a good-tempered man, had been her firmest opinion.
Her keenest attention was awakened; she longed to hear more, and was
grateful to her uncle for saying —
“There are very few people of whom so much can be said. You are lucky in
having such a master.”
“Yes, Sir, I know I am. If I was to go through the world, I could not meet
with a better. But I have always observed, that they who are good-natured
when children, are good-natured when they grow up; and he was always the
sweetest-tempered, most generous-hearted boy in the world.”
Elizabeth almost stared at her. “Can this be Mr. Darcy!” thought she.
“His father was an excellent man,” said Mrs. Gardiner.
“Yes, Ma’am, that he was indeed; and his son will be just like him —just as
affable to the poor.”
Elizabeth listened, wondered, doubted, and was impatient for more.
Mrs. Reynolds could interest her on no other point. She related the subject
of the pictures, the dimensions of the rooms, and the price of the furniture,
in vain. Mr. Gardiner, highly amused by the kind of family prejudice, to
which he attributed her excessive commendation of her master, soon led
again to the subject; and she dwelt with energy on his many merits, as they
proceeded together up the great staircase.
“He is the best landlord, and the best master,” said she, “that ever lived.
Not like the wild young men nowadays, who think of nothing but
themselves. There is not one of his tenants or servants but what will give
him a good name. Some people call him proud; but I am sure I never saw
anything of it. To my fancy, it is only because he does not rattle away like
other young men.”
“In what an amiable light does this place him!” thought Elizabeth.
“This fine account of him,” whispered her aunt, as they walked, “is not
quite consistent with his behaviour to our poor friend.”
“Perhaps we might be deceived.”
“That is not very likely; our authority was too good.”
On reaching the spacious lobby above, they were shown into a very pretty
sitting-room, lately fitted up with greater elegance and lightness than the
apartments below; and were informed that it was but just done, to give
pleasure to Miss Darcy, who had taken a liking to the room, when last
at Pemberley.
“He is certainly a good brother,” said Elizabeth, as she walked towards
one of the windows.
Mrs. Reynolds anticipated Miss Darcy’s delight, when she should enter
the room. “And this is always the way with him,” she added. “Whatever can
give his sister any pleasure, is sure to be done in a moment. There is nothing
he would not do for her.”
The picture gallery, and two or three of the principal bedrooms, were all
that remained to be shown. In the former were many good paintings; but
Elizabeth knew nothing of the art; and from such as had been already
visible below, she had willingly turned to look at some drawings of Miss
Darcy’s, in crayons, whose subjects were usually more interesting, and also
more intelligible.
In the gallery there were many family portraits, but they could have little
to fix the attention of a stranger. Elizabeth walked on in quest of the only
face whose features would be known to her. At last it arrested her —and she
beheld a striking resemblance of Mr. Darcy, with such a smile over the face,
as she remembered to have sometimes seen, when he looked at her. She
stood several minutes before the picture in earnest contemplation, and
returned to it again before they quitted the gallery. Mrs. Reynolds informed
them, that it had been taken in his father’s lifetime.
There was certainly at this moment, in Elizabeth’s mind, a more gentle
sensation towards the original, than she had ever felt in the height of their
acquaintance. The commendation bestowed on him by Mrs. Reynolds was of
no trifling nature. What praise is more valuable than the praise of an
intelligent servant? As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how
many people’s happiness were in his guardianship! —How much of pleasure
or pain it was in his power to bestow! —How much of good or evil must be
done by him! Every idea that had been brought forward by the housekeeper
was favourable to his character, and as she stood before the canvas, on
which he was represented, and fixed his eyes upon herself, she thought
of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than it had ever
raised before; she remembered its warmth, and softened its impropriety
of expression.
When all of the house that was open to general inspection had been seen,
they returned downstairs, and taking leave of the housekeeper, were
consigned over to the gardener, who met them at the hall door.
As they walked across the lawn towards the river, Elizabeth turned back to
look again; her uncle and aunt stopped also, and while the former was
conjecturing as to the date of the building, the owner of it himself suddenly
came forward from the road, which led behind it to the stables.
They were within twenty yards of each other, and so abrupt was his
appearance, that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly
met, and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He
absolutely started, and for a moment seemed immoveable from surprise; but
shortly recovering himself, advanced towards the party, and spoke to
Elizabeth, if not in terms of perfect composure, at least of perfect civility.
She had instinctively turned away; but, stopping on his approach, received
his compliments with an embarrassment impossible to be overcome. Had
his first appearance, or his resemblance to the picture they had just been
examining, been insufficient to assure the other two that they now saw
Mr. Darcy, the gardener’s expression of surprise, on beholding his master,
must immediately have told it. They stood a little aloof while he was talking
to their niece, who, astonished and confused, scarcely dared lift her eyes to
his face, and knew not what answer she returned to his civil enquiries after
her family. Amazed at the alteration in his manner since they last parted,
every sentence that he uttered was increasing her embarrassment; and every
idea of the impropriety of her being found there, recurring to her mind, the
few minutes in which they continued together, were some of the most
uncomfortable of her life. Nor did he seem much more at ease; when he
spoke, his accent had none of its usual sedateness; and he repeated his
enquiries as to the time of her having left Longbourn, and of her stay in
Derbyshire, so often, and in so hurried a way, as plainly spoke the
distraction of his thoughts.
At length, every idea seemed to fail him; and, after standing a few
moments without saying a word, he suddenly recollected himself, and
took leave.
The others then joined her, and expressed their admiration of his figure;
but Elizabeth heard not a word, and, wholly engrossed by her own feelings,
followed them in silence. She was overpowered by shame and vexation. Her
coming there was the most unfortunate, the most ill-judged thing in the
world! How strange must it appear to him! In what a disgraceful light might
it not strike so vain a man! It might seem as if she had purposely thrown
herself in his way again! Oh! why did she come? or, why did he thus come a
day before he was expected? Had they been only ten minutes sooner, they
should have been beyond the reach of his discrimination, for it was plain
that he was that moment arrived, that moment alighted from his horse or
his carriage. She blushed again and again over the perverseness of the
meeting. And his behaviour, so strikingly altered —what could it mean? That
he should even speak to her was amazing! —but to speak with such civility, to
enquire after her family! Never in her life had she seen his manners so little
dignified, never had he spoken with such gentleness as on this unexpected
meeting. What a contrast did it offer to his last address in Rosing’s Park,
when he put his letter into her hand! She knew not what to think, nor how to
account for it.
They had now entered a beautiful walk by the side of the water, and every
step was bringing forward a nobler fall of ground, or a finer reach of the
woods to which they were approaching; but it was some time before
Elizabeth was sensible of any of it; and, though she answered mechanically
to the repeated appeals of her uncle and aunt, and seemed to direct her eyes
to such objects as they pointed out, she distinguished no part of the scene.
Her thoughts were all fixed on that one spot of Pemberley House, whichever
it might be, where Mr. Darcy then was. She longed to know what at that
moment was passing in his mind; in what manner he thought of her, and
whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him. Perhaps he had
been civil, only because he felt himself at ease; yet there had been that in his
voice, which was not like ease. Whether he had felt more of pain or of
pleasure in seeing her, she could not tell, but he certainly had not seen her
with composure.
At length, however, the remarks of her companions on her absence of
mind roused her, and she felt the necessity of appearing more like herself.
They entered the woods, and bidding adieu to the river for a while,
ascended some of the higher grounds; whence, in spots where the opening of
the trees gave the eye power to wander, were many charming views of the
valley, the opposite hills, with the long range of woods overspreading many,
and occasionally part of the stream. Mr. Gardiner expressed a wish of going
round the whole Park, but feared it might be beyond a walk. With a
triumphant smile, they were told that it was ten miles round. It settled the
matter; and they pursued the accustomed circuit; which brought them
again, after some time, in a descent among hanging woods, to the edge of
the water, in one of its narrowest parts. They crossed it by a simple bridge,
in character with the general air of the scene; it was a spot less adorned than
any they had yet visited; and the valley, here contracted into a glen, allowed
room only for the stream, and a narrow walk amidst the rough coppice-
wood which bordered it. Elizabeth longed to explore its windings; but when
they had crossed the bridge, and perceived their distance from the house,
Mrs. Gardiner, who was not a great walker, could go no farther, and thought
only of returning to the carriage as quickly as possible. Her niece was,
therefore, obliged to submit, and they took their way towards the house on
the opposite side of the river, in the nearest direction; but their progress was
slow, for Mr. Gardiner, though seldom able to indulge the taste, was very
fond of fishing, and was so much engaged in watching the occasional
appearance of some trout in the water, and talking to the man about them,
that he advanced but little. Whilst wandering on in this slow manner, they
were again surprised, and Elizabeth’s astonishment was quite equal to what
it had been at first, by the sight of Mr. Darcy approaching them, and at no
great distance. The walk being here less sheltered than on the other side,
allowed them to see him before they met. Elizabeth, however astonished,
was at least more prepared for an interview than before, and resolved to
appear and to speak with calmness, if he really intended to meet them. For a
few moments, indeed, she felt that he would probably strike into some other
path. This idea lasted while a turning in the walk concealed him from their
view; the turning past, he was immediately before them. With a glance she
saw, that he had lost none of his recent civility; and, to imitate his
politeness, she began, as they met, to admire the beauty of the place; but she
had not got beyond the words “delightful,” and “charming,” when some
unlucky recollections obtruded, and she fancied that praise of Pemberley
from her might be mischievously construed. Her colour changed, and she
said no more.
Mrs. Gardiner was standing a little behind; and on her pausing, he asked
her if she would do him the honour of introducing him to her friends. This
was a stroke of civility for which she was quite unprepared; and she could
hardly suppress a smile, at his being now seeking the acquaintance of some
of those very people, against whom his pride had revolted, in his offer to
herself. “What will be his surprise,” thought she, “when he knows who they
are! He takes them now for people of fashion.”
The introduction, however, was immediately made; and as she named
their relationship to herself, she stole a sly look at him, to see how he bore it;
and was not without the expectation of his decamping as fast as he could
from such disgraceful companions. That he was surprised by the connection
was evident; he sustained it however with fortitude, and so far from going
away, turned back with them, and entered into conversation with
Mr. Gardiner. Elizabeth could not but be pleased, could not but triumph. It
was consoling, that he should know she had some relations for whom there
was no need to blush. She listened most attentively to all that passed
between them, and gloried in every expression, every sentence of her uncle,
which marked his intelligence, his taste, or his good manners.
The conversation soon turned upon fishing, and she heard Mr. Darcy
invite him, with the greatest civility, to fish there as often as he chose, while
he continued in the neighbourhood, offering at the same time to supply him
with fishing tackle, and pointing out those parts of the stream where there
was usually most sport. Mrs. Gardiner, who was walking arm in arm with
Elizabeth, gave her a look expressive of her wonder. Elizabeth said nothing,
but it gratified her exceedingly; the compliment must be all for herself. Her
astonishment, however, was extreme; and continually was she repeating,
“Why is he so altered? From what can it proceed? It cannot be for me, it
cannot be for my sake that his manners are thus softened. My reproofs at
Hunsford could not work such a change as this. It is impossible that he
should still love me.”
After walking some time in this way, the two ladies in front, the two
gentlemen behind, on resuming their places, after descending to the brink of
the river for the better inspection of some curious water-plant, there
chanced to be a little alteration. It originated in Mrs. Gardiner, who,
fatigued by the exercise of the morning, found Elizabeth’s arm inadequate to
her support, and consequently preferred her husband’s. Mr. Darcy took her
place by her niece, and they walked on together. After a short silence, the
lady first spoke. She wished him to know that she had been assured of his
absence before she came to the place, and accordingly began by observing
that his arrival had been very unexpected —“for your housekeeper,” she
added, “informed us that you would certainly not be here till tomorrow; and
indeed, before we left Bakewell, we understood that you were not
immediately expected in the country.” He acknowledged the truth of it all;
and said that business with his steward had occasioned his coming forward
a few hours before the rest of the party with whom he had been travelling.
“They will join me early tomorrow,” he continued, “and among them are
some who will claim an acquaintance with you —Mr. Bingley and his sisters.”
Elizabeth answered only by a slight bow. Her thoughts were instantly
driven back to the time when Mr. Bingley’s name had been last mentioned
between them; and if she might judge from his complexion, his mind was
not very differently engaged.
“There is also one other person in the party,” he continued after a pause,
“who more particularly wishes to be known to you —Will you allow me, or do
I ask too much, to introduce my sister to your acquaintance during your stay
at Lambton?”
The surprise of such an application was great indeed; it was too great for
her to know in what manner she acceded to it. She immediately felt that
whatever desire Miss Darcy might have of being acquainted with her, must
be the work of her brother, and without looking farther, it was satisfactory;
it was gratifying to know that his resentment had not made him think really
ill of her.
They now walked on in silence; each of them deep in thought. Elizabeth
was not comfortable; that was impossible; but she was flattered and pleased.
His wish of introducing his sister to her, was a compliment of the highest
kind. They soon outstripped the others, and when they had reached the
carriage, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were half a quarter of a mile behind.
He then asked her to walk into the house —but she declared herself not
tired, and they stood together on the lawn. At such a time, much might have
been said, and silence was very awkward. She wanted to talk, but there
seemed an embargo on every subject. At last she recollected that she had
been travelling, and they talked of Matlock and Dove Dale with great
perseverance. Yet time and her aunt moved slowly —and her patience and
her ideas were nearly worn out before the tête-à-tête was over. On Mr. and
Mrs. Gardiner’s coming up, they were all pressed to go into the house and
take some refreshment; but this was declined, and they parted on each side
with the utmost politeness. Mr. Darcy handed the ladies into the carriage,
and when it drove off, Elizabeth saw him walking slowly towards the house.
The observations of her uncle and aunt now began; and each of them
pronounced him to be infinitely superior to anything they had expected. “He
is perfectly well behaved, polite, and unassuming,” said her uncle.
“There is something a little stately in him to be sure,” replied her aunt,
“but it is confined to his air, and is not unbecoming. I can now say with the
housekeeper, that though some people may call him proud, I have seen
nothing of it.”
“I was never more surprised than by his behaviour to us. It was more than
civil; it was really attentive; and there was no necessity for such attention.
His acquaintance with Elizabeth was very trifling.”
“To be sure, Lizzy,” said her aunt, “he is not so handsome as Wickham; or
rather he has not Wickham’s countenance, for his features are perfectly
good. But how came you to tell us that he was so disagreeable?”
Elizabeth excused herself as well as she could; said that she had liked him
better when they met in Kent than before, and that she had never seen him
so pleasant as this morning.
“But perhaps he may be a little whimsical in his civilities,” replied her
uncle. “Your great men often are; and therefore I shall not take him at his
word about fishing, as he might change his mind another day, and warn me
off his grounds.”
Elizabeth felt that they had entirely mistaken his character, but
said nothing.
“From what we have seen of him,” continued Mrs. Gardiner, “I really
should not have thought that he could have behaved in so cruel a way by
anybody, as he has done by poor Wickham. He has not an ill-natured look.
On the contrary, there is something pleasing about his mouth when he
speaks. And there is something of dignity in his countenance, that would not
give one an unfavourable idea of his heart. But to be sure, the good lady who
showed us the house, did give him a most flaming character! I could hardly
help laughing aloud sometimes. But he is a liberal master, I suppose, and
that in the eye of a servant comprehends every virtue.”
Elizabeth here felt herself called on to say something in vindication of his
behaviour to Wickham; and therefore gave them to understand, in as
guarded a manner as she could, that by what she had heard from his
relations in Kent, his actions were capable of a very different construction;
and that his character was by no means so faulty, nor Wickham’s so amiable,
as they had been considered in Hertfordshire. In confirmation of this, she
related the particulars of all the pecuniary transactions in which they had
been connected, without actually naming her authority, but stating it to be
such as might be relied on.
Mrs. Gardiner was surprised and concerned; but as they were now
approaching the scene of her former pleasures, every idea gave way to the
charm of recollection; and she was too much engaged in pointing out to her
husband all the interesting spots in its environs, to think of anything else.
Fatigued as she had been by the morning’s walk, they had no sooner
dined than she set off again in quest of her former acquaintance, and the
evening was spent in the satisfactions of an intercourse renewed after many
years discontinuance.
The occurrences of the day were too full of interest to leave Elizabeth
much attention for any of these new friends; and she could do nothing but
think, and think with wonder, of Mr. Darcy’s civility, and above all, of his
wishing her to be acquainted with his sister.
XLIV
Elizabeth had settled it that Mr. Darcy would bring his sister to visit her, the
very day after her reaching Pemberley; and was consequently resolved not to
be out of sight of the inn the whole of that morning. But her conclusion was
false; for on the very morning after their own arrival at Lambton, these
visitors came. They had been walking about the place with some of their new
friends, and were just returned to the inn to dress themselves for dining
with the same family, when the sound of a carriage drew them to a window,
and they saw a gentleman and lady in a curricle, driving up the street.
Elizabeth immediately recognising the livery, guessed what it meant, and
imparted no small degree of surprise to her relations, by acquainting them
with the honour which she expected. Her uncle and aunt were all
amazement; and the embarrassment of her manner as she spoke, joined to
the circumstance itself, and many of the circumstances of the preceding day,
opened to them a new idea on the business. Nothing had ever suggested it
before, but they now felt that there was no other way of accounting for such
attentions from such a quarter, than by supposing a partiality for their niece.
While these newly-born notions were passing in their heads, the
perturbation of Elizabeth’s feelings was every moment increasing. She was
quite amazed at her own discomposure; but amongst other causes of
disquiet, she dreaded lest the partiality of the brother should have said too
much in her favour; and more than commonly anxious to please, she
naturally suspected that every power of pleasing would fail her.
She retreated from the window, fearful of being seen; and as she walked
up and down the room, endeavouring to compose herself, saw such looks of
enquiring surprise in her uncle and aunt, as made everything worse.
Miss Darcy and her brother appeared, and this formidable introduction
took place. With astonishment did Elizabeth see, that her new acquaintance
was at least as much embarrassed as herself. Since her being at Lambton,
she had heard that Miss Darcy was exceedingly proud; but the observation
of a very few minutes convinced her, that she was only exceedingly shy. She
found it difficult to obtain even a word from her beyond a monosyllable.
Miss Darcy was tall, and on a larger scale than Elizabeth; and, though
little more than sixteen, her figure was formed, and her appearance
womanly and graceful. She was less handsome than her brother, but there
was sense and good humour in her face, and her manners were perfectly
unassuming and gentle. Elizabeth, who had expected to find in her as acute
and unembarrassed an observer as ever Mr. Darcy had been, was much
relieved by discerning such different feelings.
They had not been long together before Darcy told her that Bingley was
also coming to wait on her; and she had barely time to express her
satisfaction, and prepare for such a visitor, when Bingley’s quick step was
heard on the stairs, and in a moment he entered the room. All Elizabeth’s
anger against him had been long done away; but, had she still felt any, it
could hardly have stood its ground against the unaffected cordiality with
which he expressed himself, on seeing her again. He enquired in a friendly,
though general way, after her family, and looked and spoke with the same
good-humoured ease that he had ever done.
To Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner he was scarcely a less interesting personage
than to herself. They had long wished to see him. The whole party before
them, indeed, excited a lively attention. The suspicions which had just arisen
of Mr. Darcy and their niece, directed their observation towards each with
an earnest, though guarded, enquiry; and they soon drew from those
enquiries the full conviction that one of them at least knew what it was to
love. Of the lady’s sensations they remained a little in doubt; but that the
gentleman was overflowing with admiration was evident enough.
Elizabeth, on her side, had much to do. She wanted to ascertain the
feelings of each of her visitors, she wanted to compose her own, and to make
herself agreeable to all; and in the latter object, where she feared most to
fail, she was most sure of success, for those to whom she endeavoured to
give pleasure were prepossessed in her favour. Bingley was ready, Georgiana
was eager, and Darcy determined, to be pleased.
In seeing Bingley, her thoughts naturally flew to her sister; and oh! how
ardently did she long to know, whether any of his were directed in a like
manner. Sometimes she could fancy that he talked less than on former
occasions, and once or twice pleased herself with the notion that as he
looked at her, he was trying to trace a resemblance. But, though this might
be imaginary, she could not be deceived as to his behaviour to Miss Darcy,
who had been set up as a rival of Jane. No look appeared on either side that
spoke particular regard. Nothing occurred between them that could justify
the hopes of his sister. On this point she was soon satisfied; and two or three
little circumstances occurred ere they parted, which, in her anxious
interpretation, denoted a recollection of Jane, not untinctured by
tenderness, and a wish of saying more that might lead to the mention of her,
had he dared. He observed to her, at a moment when the others were talking
together, and in a tone which had something of real regret, that it “was a
very long time since he had had the pleasure of seeing her;” and, before she
could reply, he added, “It is above eight months. We have not met since the
26th of November, when we were all dancing together at Netherfield.”
Elizabeth was pleased to find his memory so exact; and he afterwards took
occasion to ask her, when unattended to by any of the rest, whether all
her sisters were at Longbourn. There was not much in the question, nor
in the preceding remark, but there was a look and a manner which gave
them meaning.
It was not often that she could turn her eyes on Mr. Darcy himself; but,
whenever she did catch a glimpse, she saw an expression of general
complaisance, and in all that he said, she heard an accent so far removed
from hauteur or disdain of his companions, as convinced her that the
improvement of manners which she had yesterday witnessed, however
temporary its existence might prove, had at least outlived one day. When
she saw him thus seeking the acquaintance, and courting the good opinion
of people, with whom any intercourse a few months ago would have been a
disgrace; when she saw him thus civil, not only to herself, but to the very
relations whom he had openly disdained, and recollected their last lively
scene in Hunsford Parsonage, the difference, the change was so great, and
struck so forcibly on her mind, that she could hardly restrain her
astonishment from being visible. Never, even in the company of his dear
friends at Netherfield, or his dignified relations at Rosings, had she seen him
so desirous to please, so free from self-consequence, or unbending reserve
as now, when no importance could result from the success of his
endeavours, and when even the acquaintance of those to whom his
attentions were addressed, would draw down the ridicule and censure of the
ladies both of Netherfield and Rosings.
Their visitors stayed with them above half an hour, and when they arose
to depart, Mr. Darcy called on his sister to join him in expressing their wish
of seeing Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, and Miss Bennet, to dinner at Pemberley,
before they left the country. Miss Darcy, though with a diffidence which
marked her little in the habit of giving invitations, readily obeyed.
Mrs. Gardiner looked at her niece, desirous of knowing how she, whom the
invitation most concerned, felt disposed as to its acceptance, but Elizabeth
had turned away her head. Presuming, however, that this studied avoidance
spoke rather a momentary embarrassment, than any dislike of the proposal,
and seeing in her husband, who was fond of society, a perfect willingness to
accept it, she ventured to engage for her attendance, and the day after the
next was fixed on.
Bingley expressed great pleasure in the certainty of seeing Elizabeth
again, having still a great deal to say to her, and many enquiries to make
after all their Hertfordshire friends. Elizabeth, construing all this into a wish
of hearing her speak of her sister, was pleased; and on this account, as well
as some others, found herself, when their visitors left them, capable of
considering the last half hour with some satisfaction, though while it was
passing, the enjoyment of it had been little. Eager to be alone, and fearful of
enquiries or hints from her uncle and aunt, she stayed with them only long
enough to hear their favourable opinion of Bingley, and then hurried away
to dress.
But she had no reason to fear Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner’s curiosity; it was not
their wish to force her communication. It was evident that she was much
better acquainted with Mr. Darcy than they had before any idea of; it was
evident that he was very much in love with her. They saw much to interest,
but nothing to justify enquiry.
Of Mr. Darcy it was now a matter of anxiety to think well; and, as far as
their acquaintance reached, there was no fault to find. They could not be
untouched by his politeness, and had they drawn his character from their
own feelings, and his servant’s report, without any reference to any other
account, the circle in Hertfordshire to which he was known, would not have
recognised it for Mr. Darcy. There was now an interest, however, in
believing the housekeeper; and they soon became sensible, that the
authority of a servant who had known him since he was four years old, and
whose own manners indicated respectability, was not to be hastily rejected.
Neither had anything occurred in the intelligence of their Lambton friends,
that could materially lessen its weight. They had nothing to accuse him of
but pride; pride he probably had, and if not, it would certainly be imputed
by the inhabitants of a small market-town, where the family did not visit. It
was acknowledged, however, that he was a liberal man, and did much good
among the poor.
With respect to Wickham, the travellers soon found that he was not held
there in much estimation; for though the chief of his concerns, with the son
of his patron, were imperfectly understood, it was yet a well known fact that,
on his quitting Derbyshire, he had left many debts behind him, which
Mr. Darcy afterwards discharged.
As for Elizabeth, her thoughts were at Pemberley this evening more than
the last; and the evening, though as it passed it seemed long, was not long
enough to determine her feelings towards one in that mansion; and she lay
awake two whole hours, endeavouring to make them out. She certainly did
not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago, and she had almost as long
been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him, that could be so called.
The respect created by the conviction of his valuable qualities, though at
first unwillingly admitted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to her
feelings; and it was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature, by
the testimony so highly in his favour, and bringing forward his disposition in
so amiable a light, which yesterday had produced. But above all, above
respect and esteem, there was a motive within her of good will which could
not be overlooked. It was gratitude. Gratitude, not merely for having once
loved her, but for loving her still well enough, to forgive all the petulance
and acrimony of her manner in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations
accompanying her rejection. He who, she had been persuaded, would avoid
her as his greatest enemy, seemed, on this accidental meeting, most eager to
preserve the acquaintance, and without any indelicate display of regard, or
any peculiarity of manner, where their two selves only were concerned, was
soliciting the good opinion of her friends, and bent on making her known to
his sister. Such a change in a man of so much pride, excited not only
astonishment but gratitude —for to love, ardent love, it must be attributed;
and as such its impression on her was of a sort to be encouraged, as by no
means unpleasing, though it could not be exactly defined. She respected, she
esteemed, she was grateful to him, she felt a real interest in his welfare; and
she only wanted to know how far she wished that welfare to depend upon
herself, and how far it would be for the happiness of both that she should
employ the power, which her fancy told her she still possessed, of bringing
on the renewal of his addresses.
It had been settled in the evening, between the aunt and niece, that such a
striking civility as Miss Darcy’s, in coming to them on the very day of her
arrival at Pemberley, for she had reached it only to a late breakfast, ought to
be imitated, though it could not be equalled, by some exertion of politeness
on their side; and, consequently, that it would be highly expedient to wait on
her at Pemberley the following morning. They were, therefore, to go.
Elizabeth was pleased, though, when she asked herself the reason, she had
very little to say in reply.
Mr. Gardiner left them soon after breakfast. The fishing scheme had been
renewed the day before, and a positive engagement made of his meeting
some of the gentlemen at Pemberley by noon.
XLV
Convinced as Elizabeth now was that Miss Bingley’s dislike of her had
originated in jealousy, she could not help feeling how very unwelcome her
appearance at Pemberley must be to her, and was curious to know with how
much civility on that lady’s side, the acquaintance would now be renewed.
On reaching the house, they were shown through the hall into the saloon,
whose northern aspect rendered it delightful for summer. Its windows
opening to the ground, admitted a most refreshing view of the high woody
hills behind the house, and of the beautiful oaks and Spanish chestnuts
which were scattered over the intermediate lawn.
In this room they were received by Miss Darcy, who was sitting there with
Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley, and the lady with whom she lived in London.
Georgiana’s reception of them was very civil; but attended with all that
embarrassment which, though proceeding from shyness and the fear of
doing wrong, would easily give to those who felt themselves inferior, the
belief of her being proud and reserved. Mrs. Gardiner and her niece,
however, did her justice, and pitied her.
By Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley, they were noticed only by a curtsey; and
on their being seated, a pause, awkward as such pauses must always be,
succeeded for a few moments. It was first broken by Mrs. Annesley, a
genteel, agreeable-looking woman, whose endeavour to introduce some kind
of discourse proved her to be more truly well bred than either of the others;
and between her and Mrs. Gardiner, with occasional help from Elizabeth,
the conversation was carried on. Miss Darcy looked as if she wished for
courage enough to join in it; and sometimes did venture a short sentence,
when there was least danger of its being heard.
Elizabeth soon saw that she was herself closely watched by Miss Bingley,
and that she could not speak a word, especially to Miss Darcy, without
calling her attention. This observation would not have prevented her from
trying to talk to the latter, had they not been seated at an inconvenient
distance; but she was not sorry to be spared the necessity of saying much.
Her own thoughts were employing her. She expected every moment that
some of the gentlemen would enter the room. She wished, she feared that
the master of the house might be amongst them; and whether she wished or
feared it most, she could scarcely determine. After sitting in this manner a
quarter of an hour, without hearing Miss Bingley’s voice, Elizabeth was
roused by receiving from her a cold enquiry after the health of her family.
She answered with equal indifference and brevity, and the other said
no more.
The next variation which their visit afforded was produced by the
entrance of servants with cold meat, cake, and a variety of all the finest fruits
in season; but this did not take place till after many a significant look and
smile from Mrs. Annesley to Miss Darcy had been given, to remind her of
her post. There was now employment for the whole party; for though they
could not all talk, they could all eat; and the beautiful pyramids of grapes,
nectarines, and peaches, soon collected them round the table.
While thus engaged, Elizabeth had a fair opportunity of deciding whether
she most feared or wished for the appearance of Mr. Darcy, by the feelings
which prevailed on his entering the room; and then, though but a moment
before she had believed her wishes to predominate, she began to regret that
he came.
He had been some time with Mr. Gardiner, who, with two or three other
gentlemen from the house, was engaged by the river, and had left him only
on learning that the ladies of the family intended a visit to Georgiana that
morning. No sooner did he appear, than Elizabeth wisely resolved to be
perfectly easy and unembarrassed; —a resolution the more necessary to be
made, but perhaps not the more easily kept, because she saw that the
suspicions of the whole party were awakened against them, and that there
was scarcely an eye which did not watch his behaviour when he first came
into the room. In no countenance was attentive curiosity so strongly marked
as in Miss Bingley’s, in spite of the smiles which overspread her face
whenever she spoke to one of its objects; for jealousy had not yet made her
desperate, and her attentions to Mr. Darcy were by no means over. Miss
Darcy, on her brother’s entrance, exerted herself much more to talk; and
Elizabeth saw that he was anxious for his sister and herself to get
acquainted, and forwarded, as much as possible, every attempt at
conversation on either side. Miss Bingley saw all this likewise; and,
in the imprudence of anger, took the first opportunity of saying, with
sneering civility —
“Pray, Miss Eliza, are not the ⸺⸺ shire militia removed from Meryton?
They must be a great loss to your family.”
In Darcy’s presence she dared not mention Wickham’s name; but
Elizabeth instantly comprehended that he was uppermost in her thoughts;
and the various recollections connected with him gave her a moment’s
distress; but, exerting herself vigorously to repel the ill-natured attack, she
presently answered the question in a tolerably disengaged tone. While she
spoke, an involuntary glance showed her Darcy with a heightened
complexion, earnestly looking at her, and his sister overcome with
confusion, and unable to lift up her eyes. Had Miss Bingley known what pain
she was then giving her beloved friend, she undoubtedly would have
refrained from the hint; but she had merely intended to discompose
Elizabeth, by bringing forward the idea of a man to whom she believed her
partial, to make her betray a sensibility which might injure her in Darcy’s
opinion, and perhaps to remind the latter of all the follies and absurdities,
by which some part of her family were connected with that corps. Not a
syllable had ever reached her of Miss Darcy’s meditated elopement. To no
creature had it been revealed, where secrecy was possible, except to
Elizabeth; and from all Bingley’s connections her brother was particularly
anxious to conceal it, from that very wish which Elizabeth had long ago
attributed to him, of their becoming hereafter her own. He had certainly
formed such a plan, and without meaning that it should affect his endeavour
to separate him from Miss Bennet, it is probable that it might add
something to his lively concern for the welfare of his friend.
Elizabeth’s collected behaviour, however, soon quieted his emotion; and
as Miss Bingley, vexed and disappointed, dared not approach nearer to
Wickham, Georgiana also recovered in time, though not enough to be able to
speak any more. Her brother, whose eye she feared to meet, scarcely
recollected her interest in the affair, and the very circumstance which had
been designed to turn his thoughts from Elizabeth, seemed to have fixed
them on her more, and more cheerfully.
Their visit did not continue long after the question and answer above-
mentioned; and while Mr. Darcy was attending them to their carriage, Miss
Bingley was venting her feelings in criticisms on Elizabeth’s person,
behaviour, and dress. But Georgiana would not join her. Her brother’s
recommendation was enough to ensure her favour: his judgment could not
err, and he had spoken in such terms of Elizabeth, as to leave Georgiana
without the power of finding her otherwise than lovely and amiable. When
Darcy returned to the saloon, Miss Bingley could not help repeating to him
some part of what she had been saying to his sister.
“How very ill Eliza Bennet looks this morning, Mr. Darcy,” she cried; “I
never in my life saw anyone so much altered as she is since the winter. She is
grown so brown and coarse! Louisa and I were agreeing that we should not
have known her again.”
However little Mr. Darcy might have liked such an address, he contented
himself with coolly replying, that he perceived no other alteration than
her being rather tanned —no miraculous consequence of travelling in
the summer.
“For my own part,” she rejoined, “I must confess that I never could see
any beauty in her. Her face is too thin; her complexion has no brilliancy; and
her features are not at all handsome. Her nose wants character; there is
nothing marked in its lines. Her teeth are tolerable, but not out of the
common way; and as for her eyes, which have sometimes been called so fine,
I never could perceive anything extraordinary in them. They have a sharp,
shrewish look, which I do not like at all; and in her air altogether, there is a
self-sufficiency without fashion, which is intolerable.”
Persuaded as Miss Bingley was that Darcy admired Elizabeth, this was not
the best method of recommending herself; but angry people are not always
wise; and in seeing him at last look somewhat nettled, she had all the
success she expected. He was resolutely silent however; and, from a
determination of making him speak, she continued —
“I remember, when we first knew her in Hertfordshire, how amazed we all
were to find that she was a reputed beauty; and I particularly recollect your
saying one night, after they had been dining at Netherfield, ‘She a beauty! —I
should as soon call her mother a wit.’ But afterwards she seemed to improve
on you, and I believe you thought her rather pretty at one time.”
“Yes,” replied Darcy, who could contain himself no longer, “but that was
only when I first knew her, for it is many months since I have considered her
as one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance.”
He then went away, and Miss Bingley was left to all the satisfaction of
having forced him to say what gave no one any pain but herself.
Mrs. Gardiner and Elizabeth talked of all that had occurred, during their
visit, as they returned, except what had particularly interested them both.
The looks and behaviour of everybody they had seen were discussed, except
of the person who had mostly engaged their attention. They talked of his
sister, his friends, his house, his fruit, of everything but himself; yet
Elizabeth was longing to know what Mrs. Gardiner thought of him, and
Mrs. Gardiner would have been highly gratified by her niece’s beginning
the subject.
XLVI
Elizabeth had been a good deal disappointed in not finding a letter from
Jane, on their first arrival at Lambton; and this disappointment had been
renewed on each of the mornings that had now been spent there; but on the
third, her repining was over, and her sister justified by the receipt of two
letters from her at once, on one of which was marked that it had been
missent elsewhere. Elizabeth was not surprised at it, as Jane had written the
direction remarkably ill.
They had just been preparing to walk as the letters came in; and her uncle
and aunt, leaving her to enjoy them in quiet, set off by themselves. The one
missent must be first attended to; it had been written five days ago. The
beginning contained an account of all their little parties and engagements,
with such news as the country afforded; but the latter half, which was dated
a day later, and written in evident agitation, gave more important
intelligence. It was to this effect:
“Since writing the above, dearest Lizzy, something has occurred of a
most unexpected and serious nature; but I am afraid of alarming you —
be assured that we are all well. What I have to say relates to poor Lydia.
An express came at twelve last night, just as we were all gone to bed,
from Colonel Forster, to inform us that she was gone off to Scotland
with one of his officers; to own the truth, with Wickham! —Imagine our
surprise. To Kitty, however, it does not seem so wholly unexpected. I
am very, very sorry. So imprudent a match on both sides! —But I am
willing to hope the best, and that his character has been misunderstood.
Thoughtless and indiscreet I can easily believe him, but this step (and
let us rejoice over it) marks nothing bad at heart. His choice is
disinterested at least, for he must know my father can give her nothing.
Our poor mother is sadly grieved. My father bears it better. How
thankful am I, that we never let them know what has been said against
him; we must forget it ourselves. They were off Saturday night about
twelve, as is conjectured, but were not missed till yesterday morning at
eight. The express was sent off directly. My dear Lizzy, they must have
passed within ten miles of us. Colonel Forster gives us reason to expect
him here soon. Lydia left a few lines for his wife, informing her of their
intention. I must conclude, for I cannot be long from my poor mother. I
am afraid you will not be able to make it out, but I hardly know what I
have written.”
Without allowing herself time for consideration, and scarcely knowing what
she felt, Elizabeth on finishing this letter instantly seized the other, and
opening it with the utmost impatience, read as follows: it had been written a
day later than the conclusion of the first.
“By this time, my dearest sister, you have received my hurried letter; I
wish this may be more intelligible, but though not confined for time, my
head is so bewildered that I cannot answer for being coherent. Dearest
Lizzy, I hardly know what I would write, but I have bad news for you,
and it cannot be delayed. Imprudent as a marriage between
Mr. Wickham and our poor Lydia would be, we are now anxious to be
assured it has taken place, for there is but too much reason to fear they
are not gone to Scotland. Colonel Forster came yesterday, having left
Brighton the day before, not many hours after the express. Though
Lydia’s short letter to Mrs. F. gave them to understand that they were
going to Gretna Green, something was dropped by Denny expressing
his belief that W. never intended to go there, or to marry Lydia at all,
which was repeated to Colonel F. who instantly taking the alarm, set off
from B. intending to trace their route. He did trace them easily to
Clapham, but no farther; for on entering that place they removed into a
hackney-coach and dismissed the chaise that brought them from
Epsom. All that is known after this is, that they were seen to continue
the London road. I know not what to think. After making every possible
enquiry on that side London, Colonel F. came on into Hertfordshire,
anxiously renewing them at all the turnpikes, and at the inns in Barnet
and Hatfield, but without any success, no such people had been seen to
pass through. With the kindest concern he came on to Longbourn, and
broke his apprehensions to us in a manner most creditable to his heart.
I am sincerely grieved for him and Mrs. F. but no one can throw any
blame on them. Our distress, my dear Lizzy, is very great. My father and
mother believe the worst, but I cannot think so ill of him. Many
circumstances might make it more eligible for them to be married
privately in town than to pursue their first plan; and even if he could
form such a design against a young woman of Lydia’s connections,
which is not likely, can I suppose her so lost to everything? —
Impossible. I grieve to find, however, that Colonel F. is not disposed to
depend upon their marriage; he shook his head when I expressed my
hopes, and said he feared W. was not a man to be trusted. My poor
mother is really ill and keeps her room. Could she exert herself it would
be better, but this is not to be expected; and as to my father, I never in
my life saw him so affected. Poor Kitty has anger for having concealed
their attachment; but as it was a matter of confidence one cannot
wonder. I am truly glad, dearest Lizzy, that you have been spared
something of these distressing scenes; but now as the first shock is over,
shall I own that I long for your return? I am not so selfish, however, as
to press for it, if inconvenient. Adieu. I take up my pen again to do,
what I have just told you I would not, but circumstances are such, that I
cannot help earnestly begging you all to come here, as soon as possible.
I know my dear uncle and aunt so well, that I am not afraid of
requesting it, though I have still something more to ask of the former.
My father is going to London with Colonel Forster instantly, to try to
discover her. What he means to do, I am sure I know not; but his
excessive distress will not allow him to pursue any measure in the best
and safest way, and Colonel Forster is obliged to be at Brighton again
tomorrow evening. In such an exigence my uncle’s advice and
assistance would be everything in the world; he will immediately
comprehend what I must feel, and I rely upon his goodness.”
“Oh! where, where is my uncle?” cried Elizabeth, darting from her seat as
she finished the letter, in eagerness to follow him, without losing a moment
of the time so precious; but as she reached the door, it was opened by a
servant, and Mr. Darcy appeared. Her pale face and impetuous manner
made him start, and before he could recover himself enough to speak, she,
in whose mind every idea was superseded by Lydia’s situation, hastily
exclaimed, “I beg your pardon, but I must leave you. I must find
Mr. Gardiner this moment, on business that cannot be delayed; I have not
an instant to lose.”
“Good God! what is the matter?” cried he, with more feeling than
politeness; then recollecting himself, “I will not detain you a minute, but let
me, or let the servant, go after Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner. You are not well
enough; —you cannot go yourself.”
Elizabeth hesitated, but her knees trembled under her, and she felt how
little would be gained by her attempting to pursue them. Calling back the
servant, therefore, she commissioned him, though in so breathless an
accent as made her almost unintelligible, to fetch his master and mistress
home, instantly.
On his quitting the room, she sat down, unable to support herself, and
looking so miserably ill, that it was impossible for Darcy to leave her, or to
refrain from saying, in a tone of gentleness and commiseration, “Let me call
your maid. Is there nothing you could take, to give you present relief? —A
glass of wine; —shall I get you one? —You are very ill.”
“No, I thank you;” she replied, endeavouring to recover herself. “There is
nothing the matter with me. I am quite well. I am only distressed by some
dreadful news which I have just received from Longbourn.”
She burst into tears as she alluded to it, and for a few minutes could not
speak another word. Darcy, in wretched suspense, could only say something
indistinctly of his concern, and observe her in compassionate silence. At
length, she spoke again. “I have just had a letter from Jane, with such
dreadful news. It cannot be concealed from anyone. My youngest sister has
left all her friends —has eloped; —has thrown herself into the power of —of
Mr. Wickham. They are gone off together from Brighton. You know him too
well to doubt the rest. She has no money, no connections, nothing that can
tempt him to —she is lost forever.”
Darcy was fixed in astonishment. “When I consider,” she added, in a yet
more agitated voice, “that I might have prevented it! —I who knew what he
was. Had I but explained some part of it only —some part of what I learnt, to
my own family! Had his character been known, this could not have
happened. But it is all, all too late now.”
“I am grieved, indeed,” cried Darcy; “grieved —shocked. But is it certain,
absolutely certain?”
“Oh yes! —They left Brighton together on Sunday night, and were traced
almost to London, but not beyond; they are certainly not gone to Scotland.”
“And what has been done, what has been attempted, to recover her?”
“My father is gone to London, and Jane has written to beg my uncle’s
immediate assistance, and we shall be off, I hope, in half an hour. But
nothing can be done; I know very well that nothing can be done. How is
such a man to be worked on? How are they even to be discovered? I have not
the smallest hope. It is every way horrible!”
Darcy shook his head in silent acquiesence.
“When my eyes were opened to his real character. Oh! had I known what I
ought, what I dared, to do! But I knew not —I was afraid of doing too much.
Wretched, wretched, mistake!”
Darcy made no answer. He seemed scarcely to hear her, and was walking
up and down the room in earnest meditation; his brow contracted, his air
gloomy. Elizabeth soon observed, and instantly understood it. Her power
was sinking; everything must sink under such a proof of family weakness,
such an assurance of the deepest disgrace. She could neither wonder nor
condemn, but the belief of his self-conquest brought nothing consolatory to
her bosom, afforded no palliation of her distress. It was, on the contrary,
exactly calculated to make her understand her own wishes; and never had
she so honestly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love
must be vain.
But self, though it would intrude, could not engross her. Lydia —the
humiliation, the misery, she was bringing on them all, soon swallowed up
every private care; and covering her face with her handkerchief, Elizabeth
was soon lost to everything else; and, after a pause of several minutes, was
only recalled to a sense of her situation by the voice of her companion, who,
in a manner, which though it spoke compassion, spoke likewise restraint,
said, “I am afraid you have been long desiring my absence, nor have I
anything to plead in excuse of my stay, but real, though unavailing, concern.
Would to heaven that anything could be either said or done on my part, that
might offer consolation to such distress. But I will not torment you with vain
wishes, which may seem purposely to ask for your thanks. This unfortunate
affair will, I fear, prevent my sister’s having the pleasure of seeing you at
Pemberley today.”
“Oh, yes. Be so kind as to apologize for us to Miss Darcy. Say that urgent
business calls us home immediately. Conceal the unhappy truth as long as it
is possible. I know it cannot be long.”
He readily assured her of his secrecy —again expressed his sorrow for her
distress, wished it a happier conclusion than there was at present reason to
hope, and leaving his compliments for her relations, with only one serious,
parting, look, went away.
As he quitted the room, Elizabeth felt how improbable it was that they
should ever see each other again on such terms of cordiality as had marked
their several meetings in Derbyshire; and as she threw a retrospective glance
over the whole of their acquaintance, so full of contradictions and
varieties, sighed at the perverseness of those feelings which would now
have promoted its continuance, and would formerly have rejoiced in
its termination.
If gratitude and esteem are good foundations of affection, Elizabeth’s
change of sentiment will be neither improbable nor faulty. But if otherwise,
if the regard springing from such sources is unreasonable or unnatural, in
comparison of what is so often described as arising on a first interview with
its object, and even before two words have been exchanged, nothing can be
said in her defence, except that she had given somewhat of a trial to the
latter method, in her partiality for Wickham, and that its ill-success might
perhaps authorise her to seek the other less interesting mode of attachment.
Be that as it may, she saw him go with regret; and in this early example of
what Lydia’s infamy must produce, found additional anguish as she
reflected on that wretched business. Never, since reading Jane’s second
letter, had she entertained a hope of Wickham’s meaning to marry her. No
one but Jane, she thought, could flatter herself with such an expectation.
Surprise was the least of her feelings on this developement. While the
contents of the first letter remained on her mind, she was all surprise —all
astonishment that Wickham should marry a girl, whom it was impossible he
could marry for money; and how Lydia could ever have attached him, had
appeared incomprehensible. But now it was all too natural. For such an
attachment as this, she might have sufficient charms; and though she did
not suppose Lydia to be deliberately engaging in an elopement, without the
intention of marriage, she had no difficulty in believing that neither her
virtue nor her understanding would preserve her from falling an easy prey.
She had never perceived, while the regiment was in Hertfordshire, that
Lydia had any partiality for him, but she was convinced that Lydia had
wanted only encouragement to attach herself to anybody. Sometimes one
officer, sometimes another had been her favourite, as their attentions raised
them in her opinion. Her affections had been continually fluctuating, but
never without an object. The mischief of neglect and mistaken indulgence
towards such a girl. Oh! how acutely did she now feel it.
She was wild to be at home —to hear, to see, to be upon the spot, to share
with Jane in the cares that must now fall wholly upon her, in a family so
deranged; a father absent, a mother incapable of exertion, and requiring
constant attendance; and though almost persuaded that nothing could be
done for Lydia, her uncle’s interference seemed of the utmost importance,
and till he entered the room, the misery of her impatience was severe.
Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner had hurried back in alarm, supposing, by the
servant’s account, that their niece was taken suddenly ill; —but satisfying
them instantly on that head, she eagerly communicated the cause of their
summons, reading the two letters aloud, and dwelling on the postscript of
the last, with trembling energy. Though Lydia had never been a favourite
with them, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner could not but be deeply affected. Not
Lydia only, but all were concerned in it; and after the first exclamations of
surprise and horror, Mr. Gardiner readily promised every assistance in his
power. Elizabeth, though expecting no less, thanked him with tears of
gratitude; and all three being actuated by one spirit, everything relating to
their journey was speedily settled. They were to be off as soon as possible.
“But what is to be done about Pemberley?” cried Mrs. Gardiner. “John told
us Mr. Darcy was here when you sent for us; —was it so?”
“Yes; and I told him we should not be able to keep our engagement. That
is all settled.”
“That is all settled;” repeated the other, as she ran into her room to
prepare. “And are they upon such terms as for her to disclose the real truth!
Oh, that I knew how it was!”
But wishes were vain; or at best could serve only to amuse her in the hurry
and confusion of the following hour. Had Elizabeth been at leisure to be idle,
she would have remained certain that all employment was impossible to one
so wretched as herself; but she had her share of business as well as her aunt,
and amongst the rest there were notes to be written to all their friends in
Lambton, with false excuses for their sudden departure. An hour, however,
saw the whole completed; and Mr. Gardiner meanwhile having settled his
account at the inn, nothing remained to be done but to go; and Elizabeth,
after all the misery of the morning, found herself, in a shorter space of
time than she could have supposed, seated in the carriage, and on the road
to Longbourn.
XLVII
“I have been thinking it over again, Elizabeth,” said her uncle, as they drove
from the town; “and really, upon serious consideration, I am much more
inclined than I was to judge as your eldest sister does of the matter. It
appears to me so very unlikely that any young man should form such a
design against a girl who is by no means unprotected or friendless, and who
was actually staying in his colonel’s family, that I am strongly inclined to
hope the best. Could he expect that her friends would not step forward?
Could he expect to be noticed again by the regiment, after such an affront to
Colonel Forster? His temptation is not adequate to the risk.”
“Do you really think so?” cried Elizabeth, brightening up for a moment.
“Upon my word,” said Mrs. Gardiner, “I begin to be of your uncle’s
opinion. It is really too great a violation of decency, honour, and interest, for
him to be guilty of it. I cannot think so very ill of Wickham. Can you,
yourself, Lizzy, so wholly give him up, as to believe him capable of it?”
“Not perhaps of neglecting his own interest. But of every other neglect I
can believe him capable. If, indeed, it should be so! But I dare not hope it.
Why should they not go on to Scotland, if that had been the case?”
“In the first place,” replied Mr. Gardiner, “there is no absolute proof that
they are not gone to Scotland.”
“Oh! but their removing from the chaise into a hackney coach is such a
presumption! And, besides, no traces of them were to be found on the
Barnet road.”
“Well, then —supposing them to be in London. They may be there, though
for the purpose of concealment, for no more exceptionable purpose. It is not
likely that money should be very abundant on either side; and it might strike
them that they could be more economically, though less expeditiously,
married in London, than in Scotland.”
“But why all this secrecy? Why any fear of detection? Why must their
marriage be private? Oh! no, no, this is not likely. His most particular friend,
you see by Jane’s account, was persuaded of his never intending to marry
her. Wickham will never marry a woman without some money. He cannot
afford it. And what claims has Lydia, what attractions has she beyond youth,
health, and good humour, that could make him for her sake, forego every
chance of benefiting himself by marrying well? As to what restraint the
apprehension of disgrace in the corps might throw on a dishonourable
elopement with her, I am not able to judge; for I know nothing of the effects
that such a step might produce. But as to your other objection, I am afraid it
will hardly hold good. Lydia has no brothers to step forward; and he might
imagine, from my father’s behaviour, from his indolence and the little
attention he has ever seemed to give to what was going forward in his
family, that he would do as little, and think as little about it, as any father
could do, in such a matter.”
“But can you think that Lydia is so lost to everything but love of him, as to
consent to live with him on any other terms than marriage?”
“It does seem, and it is most shocking indeed,” replied Elizabeth, with
tears in her eyes, “that a sister’s sense of decency and virtue in such a point
should admit of doubt. But, really, I know not what to say. Perhaps I am not
doing her justice. But she is very young; she has never been taught to think
on serious subjects; and for the last half year, nay, for a twelvemonth, she
has been given up to nothing but amusement and vanity. She has been
allowed to dispose of her time in the most idle and frivolous manner, and to
adopt any opinions that came in her way. Since the ⸺⸺ shire were first
quartered in Meryton, nothing but love, flirtation, and officers, have been in
her head. She has been doing everything in her power by thinking and
talking on the subject, to give greater —what shall I call it? susceptibility
to her feelings; which are naturally lively enough. And we all know that
Wickham has every charm of person and address that can captivate
a woman.”
“But you see that Jane,” said her aunt, “does not think so ill of Wickham,
as to believe him capable of the attempt.”
“Of whom does Jane ever think ill? And who is there, whatever might be
their former conduct, that she would believe capable of such an attempt, till
it were proved against them? But Jane knows, as well as I do, what Wickham
really is. We both know that he has been profligate in every sense of the
word. That he has neither integrity nor honour. That he is as false and
deceitful, as he is insinuating.”
“And do you really know all this?” cried Mrs. Gardiner, whose curiosity as
to the mode of her intelligence was all alive.
“I do, indeed,” replied Elizabeth, colouring. “I told you the other day, of
his infamous behaviour to Mr. Darcy; and you, yourself, when last at
Longbourn, heard in what manner he spoke of the man, who had behaved
with such forbearance and liberality towards him. And there are other
circumstances which I am not at liberty —which it is not worth while to
relate; but his lies about the whole Pemberley family are endless. From what
he said of Miss Darcy, I was thoroughly prepared to see a proud, reserved,
disagreeable girl. Yet he knew to the contrary himself. He must know that
she was as amiable and unpretending as we have found her.”
“But does Lydia know nothing of this? Can she be ignorant of what you
and Jane seem so well to understand?”
“Oh, yes! —that, that is the worst of all. Till I was in Kent, and saw so much
both of Mr. Darcy and his relation, Colonel Fitzwilliam, I was ignorant of the
truth myself. And when I returned home, the ⸺⸺ shire was to leave
Meryton in a week or fortnight’s time. As that was the case, neither Jane, to
whom I related the whole, nor I, thought it necessary to make our
knowledge public; for of what use could it apparently be to anyone, that the
good opinion which all the neighbourhood had of him, should then be
overthrown? And even when it was settled that Lydia should go with
Mrs. Forster, the necessity of opening her eyes to his character never
occurred to me. That she could be in any danger from the deception never
entered my head. That such a consequence as this should ensue, you may
easily believe was far enough from my thoughts.”
“When they all removed to Brighton, therefore, you had no reason, I
suppose, to believe them fond of each other.”
“Not the slightest. I can remember no symptom of affection on either side;
and had anything of the kind been perceptible, you must be aware that ours
is not a family on which it could be thrown away. When first he entered the
corps, she was ready enough to admire him; but so we all were. Every girl in,
or near Meryton, was out of her senses about him for the first two months;
but he never distinguished her by any particular attention, and,
consequently, after a moderate period of extravagant and wild admiration,
her fancy for him gave way, and others of the regiment, who treated her with
more distinction, again became her favourites.”
It may be easily believed, that however little of novelty could be added to
their fears, hopes, and conjectures, on this interesting subject, by its
repeated discussion, no other could detain them from it long, during the
whole of the journey. From Elizabeth’s thoughts it was never absent. Fixed
there by the keenest of all anguish, self reproach, she could find no interval
of ease or forgetfulness.
They travelled as expeditiously as possible; and sleeping one night
on the road, reached Longbourn by dinnertime the next day. It was a
comfort to Elizabeth to consider that Jane could not have been wearied by
long expectations.
The little Gardiners, attracted by the sight of a chaise, were standing on
the steps of the house, as they entered the paddock; and when the carriage
drove up to the door, the joyful surprise that lighted up their faces, and
displayed itself over their whole bodies, in a variety of capers and frisks, was
the first pleasing earnest of their welcome.
Elizabeth jumped out; and, after giving each of them a hasty kiss, hurried
into the vestibule, where Jane, who came running downstairs from her
mother’s apartment, immediately met her.
Elizabeth, as she affectionately embraced her, whilst tears filled the eyes
of both, lost not a moment in asking whether anything had been heard of
the fugitives.
“Not yet,” replied Jane. “But now that my dear uncle is come, I hope
everything will be well.”
“Is my father in town?”
“Yes, he went on Tuesday as I wrote you word.”
“And have you heard from him often?”
“We have heard only once. He wrote me a few lines on Wednesday, to say
that he had arrived in safety, and to give me his directions, which I
particularly begged him to do. He merely added that he should not write
again till he had something of importance to mention.”
“And my mother —How is she? How are you all?”
“My mother is tolerably well, I trust; though her spirits are greatly
shaken. She is upstairs, and will have great satisfaction in seeing you all. She
does not yet leave her dressing-room. Mary and Kitty, thank Heaven! are
quite well.”
“But you —How are you?” cried Elizabeth. “You look pale. How much you
must have gone through!”
Her sister, however, assured her, of her being perfectly well; and their
conversation, which had been passing while Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were
engaged with their children, was now put an end to, by the approach of the
whole party. Jane ran to her uncle and aunt, and welcomed and thanked
them both, with alternate smiles and tears.
When they were all in the drawing-room, the questions which Elizabeth
had already asked, were of course repeated by the others, and they soon
found that Jane had no intelligence to give. The sanguine hope of good,
however, which the benevolence of her heart suggested, had not yet deserted
her; she still expected that it would all end well, and that every morning
would bring some letter, either from Lydia or her father, to explain their
proceedings, and perhaps announce the marriage.
Mrs. Bennet, to whose apartment they all repaired, after a few minutes
conversation together, received them exactly as might be expected; with
tears and lamentations of regret, invectives against the villainous conduct of
Wickham, and complaints of her own sufferings and ill usage; blaming
everybody but the person to whose ill judging indulgence the errors of her
daughter must be principally owing.
“If I had been able,” said she, “to carry my point of going to Brighton, with
all my family, this would not have happened; but poor dear Lydia had
nobody to take care of her. Why did the Forsters ever let her go out of their
sight? I am sure there was some great neglect or other on their side, for she
is not the kind of girl to do such a thing, if she had been well looked after. I
always thought they were very unfit to have the charge of her; but I was
overruled, as I always am. Poor dear child! And now here’s Mr. Bennet gone
away, and I know he will fight Wickham, wherever he meets him, and then
he will be killed, and what is to become of us all? The Collinses will turn us
out, before he is cold in his grave; and if you are not kind to us, brother, I do
not know what we shall do.”
They all exclaimed against such terrific ideas; and Mr. Gardiner, after
general assurances of his affection for her and all her family, told her that he
meant to be in London the very next day, and would assist Mr. Bennet in
every endeavour for recovering Lydia.
“Do not give way to useless alarm,” added he, “though it is right to be
prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain. It is not
quite a week since they left Brighton. In a few days more, we may gain some
news of them, and till we know that they are not married, and have no
design of marrying, do not let us give the matter over as lost. As soon as I
get to town, I shall go to my brother, and make him come home with me
to Gracechurch Street, and then we may consult together as to what is to
be done.”
“Oh! my dear brother,” replied Mrs. Bennet, “that is exactly what I could
most wish for. And now do, when you get to town, find them out, wherever
they may be; and if they are not married already, make them marry. And as
for wedding clothes, do not let them wait for that, but tell Lydia she shall
have as much money as she chooses, to buy them, after they are married.
And, above all things, keep Mr. Bennet from fighting. Tell him what a
dreadful state I am in —that I am frightened out of my wits; and have such
tremblings, such flutterings, all over me, such spasms in my side, and pains
in my head, and such beatings at heart, that I can get no rest by night nor by
day. And tell my dear Lydia not to give any directions about her clothes, till
she has seen me, for she does not know which are the best warehouses. Oh,
brother, how kind you are! I know you will contrive it all.”
But Mr. Gardiner, though he assured her again of his earnest endeavours
in the cause, could not avoid recommending moderation to her, as well in
her hopes as her fears; and, after talking with her in this manner till dinner
was on table, they left her to vent all her feelings on the housekeeper, who
attended, in the absence of her daughters.
Though her brother and sister were persuaded that there was no real
occasion for such a seclusion from the family, they did not attempt to
oppose it, for they knew that she had not prudence enough to hold her
tongue before the servants, while they waited at table, and judged it better
that one only of the household, and the one whom they could most trust,
should comprehend all her fears and solicitude on the subject.
In the dining-room they were soon joined by Mary and Kitty, who had
been too busily engaged in their separate apartments, to make their
appearance before. One came from her books, and the other from her
toilette. The faces of both, however, were tolerably calm; and no change was
visible in either, except that the loss of her favourite sister, or the anger
which she had herself incurred in the business, had given something more of
fretfulness than usual, to the accents of Kitty. As for Mary, she was mistress
enough of herself to whisper to Elizabeth with a countenance of grave
reflection, soon after they were seated at table —
“This is a most unfortunate affair; and will probably be much talked of.
But we must stem the tide of malice, and pour into the wounded bosoms of
each other, the balm of sisterly consolation.”
Then, perceiving in Elizabeth no inclination of replying, she added,
“Unhappy as the event must be for Lydia, we may draw from it this useful
lesson; that loss of virtue in a female is irretrievable —that one false step
involves her in endless ruin —that her reputation is no less brittle than it is
beautiful —and that she cannot be too much guarded in her behaviour
towards the undeserving of the other sex.”
Elizabeth lifted up her eyes in amazement, but was too much oppressed to
make any reply. Mary, however, continued to console herself with such kind
of moral extractions from the evil before them.
In the afternoon, the two elder Miss Bennets were able to be for half an
hour by themselves; and Elizabeth instantly availed herself of the
opportunity of making many enquiries, which Jane was equally eager to
satisfy. After joining in general lamentations over the dreadful sequel of this
event, which Elizabeth considered as all but certain, and Miss Bennet could
not assert to be wholly impossible; the former continued the subject, by
saying, “But tell me all and everything about it, which I have not already
heard. Give me farther particulars. What did Colonel Forster say? Had they
no apprehension of anything before the elopement took place? They must
have seen them together forever.”
“Colonel Forster did own that he had often suspected some partiality,
especially on Lydia’s side, but nothing to give him any alarm. I am so
grieved for him. His behaviour was attentive and kind to the utmost. He was
coming to us, in order to assure us of his concern, before he had any idea of
their not being gone to Scotland: when that apprehension first got abroad, it
hastened his journey.”
“And was Denny convinced that Wickham would not marry? Did he know
of their intending to go off? Had Colonel Forster seen Denny himself?”
“Yes; but when questioned by him Denny denied knowing anything of
their plan, and would not give his real opinion about it. He did not repeat his
persuasion of their not marrying —and from that, I am inclined to hope, he
might have been misunderstood before.”
“And till Colonel Forster came himself, not one of you entertained a
doubt, I suppose, of their being really married?”
“How was it possible that such an idea should enter our brains! I felt a
little uneasy —a little fearful of my sister’s happiness with him in marriage,
because I knew that his conduct had not been always quite right. My father
and mother knew nothing of that, they only felt how imprudent a match it
must be. Kitty then owned, with a very natural triumph on knowing more
than the rest of us, that in Lydia’s last letter, she had prepared her for such
a step. She had known, it seems, of their being in love with each other,
many weeks.”
“But not before they went to Brighton?”
“No, I believe not.”
“And did Colonel Forster appear to think ill of Wickham himself? Does he
know his real character?”
“I must confess that he did not speak so well of Wickham as he formerly
did. He believed him to be imprudent and extravagant. And since this sad
affair has taken place, it is said, that he left Meryton greatly in debt; but I
hope this may be false.”
“Oh, Jane, had we been less secret, had we told what we knew of him, this
could not have happened!”
“Perhaps it would have been better;” replied her sister. “But to expose the
former faults of any person, without knowing what their present feelings
were, seemed unjustifiable. We acted with the best intentions.”
“Could Colonel Forster repeat the particulars of Lydia’s note to his wife?”
“He brought it with him for us to see.”
Jane then took it from her pocketbook, and gave it to Elizabeth. These
were the contents:
“M H,
“You will laugh when you know where I am gone, and I cannot help
laughing myself at your surprise tomorrow morning, as soon as I am
missed. I am going to Gretna Green, and if you cannot guess with who, I
shall think you a simpleton, for there is but one man in the world I love,
and he is an angel. I should never be happy without him, so think it no
harm to be off. You need not send them word at Longbourn of my
going, if you do not like it, for it will make the surprise the greater,
when I write to them, and sign my name Lydia Wickham. What a good
joke it will be! I can hardly write for laughing. Pray make my excuses to
Pratt, for not keeping my engagement, and dancing with him tonight.
Tell him I hope he will excuse me when he knows all, and tell him I will
dance with him at the next ball we meet, with great pleasure. I shall
send for my clothes when I get to Longbourn; but I wish you would tell
Sally to mend a great slit in my worked muslin gown, before they are
packed up. Goodbye. Give my love to Colonel Forster, I hope you will
drink to our good journey.
“Your affectionate friend,
“L B.”
“Oh! thoughtless, thoughtless Lydia!” cried Elizabeth when she had finished
it. “What a letter is this, to be written at such a moment. But at least it
shows, that she was serious in the object of her journey. Whatever he might
afterwards persuade her to, it was not on her side a scheme of infamy. My
poor father! how he must have felt it!”
“I never saw anyone so shocked. He could not speak a word for full ten
minutes. My mother was taken ill immediately, and the whole house in
such confusion!”
“Oh! Jane,” cried Elizabeth, “was there a servant belonging to it, who did
not know the whole story before the end of the day?”
“I do not know. I hope there was. But to be guarded at such a time, is very
difficult. My mother was in hysterics, and though I endeavoured to give her
every assistance in my power, I am afraid I did not do so much as I might
have done! But the horror of what might possibly happen, almost took from
me my faculties.”
“Your attendance upon her, has been too much for you. You do not look
well. Oh! that I had been with you, you have had every care and anxiety
upon yourself alone.”
“Mary and Kitty have been very kind, and would have shared in every
fatigue, I am sure, but I did not think it right for either of them. Kitty is
slight and delicate, and Mary studies so much, that her hours of repose
should not be broken in on. My aunt Philips came to Longbourn on Tuesday,
after my father went away; and was so good as to stay till Thursday with me.
She was of great use and comfort to us all, and lady Lucas has been very
kind; she walked here on Wednesday morning to condole with us, and
offered her services, or any of her daughters, if they could be of use to us.”
“She had better have stayed at home,” cried Elizabeth; “perhaps she
meant well, but, under such a misfortune as this, one cannot see too little of
one’s neighbours. Assistance is impossible; condolence, insufferable. Let
them triumph over us at a distance, and be satisfied.”
She then proceeded to enquire into the measures which her father had
intended to pursue, while in town, for the recovery of his daughter.
“He meant, I believe,” replied Jane, “to go to Epsom, the place where they
last changed horses, see the postilions, and try if anything could be made
out from them. His principal object must be, to discover the number of the
hackney coach which took them from Clapham. It had come with a fare from
London; and as he thought the circumstance of a gentleman and lady’s
removing from one carriage into another, might be remarked, he meant to
make enquiries at Clapham. If he could any how discover at what house the
coachman had before set down his fare, he determined to make enquiries
there, and hoped it might not be impossible to find out the stand and
number of the coach. I do not know of any other designs that he had formed:
but he was in such a hurry to be gone, and his spirits so greatly
discomposed, that I had difficulty in finding out even so much as this.”
XLVIII
The whole party were in hopes of a letter from Mr. Bennet the next morning,
but the post came in without bringing a single line from him. His family
knew him to be on all common occasions, a most negligent and dilatory
correspondent, but at such a time, they had hoped for exertion. They were
forced to conclude that he had no pleasing intelligence to send, but even of
that they would have been glad to be certain. Mr. Gardiner had waited only
for the letters before he set off.
When he was gone, they were certain at least of receiving constant
information of what was going on, and their uncle promised, at parting, to
prevail on Mr. Bennet to return to Longbourn, as soon as he could, to the
great consolation of his sister, who considered it as the only security for her
husband’s not being killed in a duel.
Mrs. Gardiner and the children were to remain in Hertfordshire a few
days longer, as the former thought her presence might be serviceable to her
nieces. She shared in their attendance on Mrs. Bennet, and was a great
comfort to them, in their hours of freedom. Their other aunt also visited
them frequently, and always, as she said, with the design of cheering and
heartening them up, though as she never came without reporting some fresh
instance of Wickham’s extravagance or irregularity, she seldom went away
without leaving them more dispirited than she found them.
All Meryton seemed striving to blacken the man, who, but three months
before, had been almost an angel of light. He was declared to be in debt to
every tradesman in the place, and his intrigues, all honoured with the title of
seduction, had been extended into every tradesman’s family. Everybody
declared that he was the wickedest young man in the world; and everybody
began to find out, that they had always distrusted the appearance of his
goodness. Elizabeth, though she did not credit above half of what was said,
believed enough to make her former assurance of her sister’s ruin still more
certain; and even Jane, who believed still less of it, became almost hopeless,
more especially as the time was now come, when if they had gone to
Scotland, which she had never before entirely despaired of, they must in all
probability have gained some news of them.
Mr. Gardiner left Longbourn on Sunday; on Tuesday, his wife received a
letter from him; it told them, that on his arrival, he had immediately found
out his brother, and persuaded him to come to Gracechurch street. That
Mr. Bennet had been to Epsom and Clapham, before his arrival, but without
gaining any satisfactory information; and that he was now determined to
enquire at all the principal hotels in town, as Mr. Bennet thought it possible
they might have gone to one of them, on their first coming to London, before
they procured lodgings. Mr. Gardiner himself did not expect any success
from this measure, but as his brother was eager in it, he meant to assist him
in pursuing it. He added that Mr. Bennet seemed wholly disinclined at
present to leave London, and promised to write again very soon. There was
also a postscript to this effect —
“I have written to Colonel Forster to desire him to find out, if
possible, from some of the young man’s intimates in the
regiment, whether Wickham has any relations or connections
who would be likely to know in what part of the town he has now
concealed himself. If there were anyone that one could apply to
with a probability of gaining such a clue as that, it might be of
essential consequence. At present we have nothing to guide us.
Colonel Forster will, I dare say, do everything in his power to
satisfy us on this head. But, on second thoughts, perhaps Lizzy
could tell us, what relations he has now living, better than any
other person.”
Elizabeth was at no loss to understand from whence this deference for her
authority proceeded; but it was not in her power to give any information of
so satisfactory a nature, as the compliment deserved.
She had never heard of his having had any relations, except a father and
mother, both of whom had been dead many years. It was possible, however,
that some of his companions in the ⸺⸺ shire, might be able to give more
information; and, though she was not very sanguine in expecting it, the
application was a something to look forward to.
Every day at Longbourn was now a day of anxiety; but the most anxious
part of each was when the post was expected. The arrival of letters was the
first grand object of every morning’s impatience. Through letters, whatever
of good or bad was to be told, would be communicated, and every
succeeding day was expected to bring some news of importance.
But before they heard again from Mr. Gardiner, a letter arrived for their
father, from a different quarter, from Mr. Collins; which, as Jane had
received directions to open all that came for him in his absence, she
accordingly read; and Elizabeth, who knew what curiosities his letters
always were, looked over her, and read it likewise. It was as follows:
“M S,
“I feel myself called upon, by our relationship, and my situation in life,
to condole with you on the grievous affliction you are now suffering
under, of which we were yesterday informed by a letter from
Hertfordshire. Be assured, my dear Sir, that Mrs. Collins and myself
sincerely sympathise with you, and all your respectable family, in your
present distress, which must be of the bitterest kind, because
proceeding from a cause which no time can remove. No arguments shall
be wanting on my part, that can alleviate so severe a misfortune; or that
may comfort you, under a circumstance that must be of all others most
afflicting to a parent’s mind. The death of your daughter would have
been a blessing in comparison of this. And it is the more to be lamented,
because there is reason to suppose, as my dear Charlotte informs me,
that this licentiousness of behaviour in your daughter, has proceeded
from a faulty degree of indulgence, though, at the same time, for the
consolation of yourself and Mrs. Bennet, I am inclined to think that her
own disposition must be naturally bad, or she could not be guilty of
such an enormity, at so early an age. Howsoever that may be, you are
grievously to be pitied, in which opinion I am not only joined by
Mrs. Collins, but likewise by Lady Catherine and her daughter, to whom
I have related the affair. They agree with me in apprehending that this
false step in one daughter, will be injurious to the fortunes of all the
others, for who, as Lady Catherine herself condescendingly says, will
connect themselves with such a family. And this consideration leads me
moreover to reflect with augmented satisfaction on a certain event of
last November, for had it been otherwise, I must have been involved in
all your sorrow and disgrace. Let me advise you then, my dear Sir, to
console yourself as much as possible, to throw off your unworthy child
from your affection forever, and leave her to reap the fruits of her own
heinous offence.
“I , S, . .”
Mr. Gardiner did not write again till he had received an answer from Colonel
Forster; and then he had nothing of a pleasant nature to send. It was not
known that Wickham had a single relation, with whom he kept up any
connection, and it was certain that he had no near one living. His former
acquaintance had been numerous; but since he had been in the militia, it did
not appear that he was on terms of particular friendship with any of them.
There was no one, therefore, who could be pointed out, as likely to give any
news of him. And in the wretched state of his own finances, there was a very
powerful motive for secrecy, in addition to his fear of discovery by Lydia’s
relations, for it had just transpired that he had left gaming debts behind
him, to a very considerable amount. Colonel Forster believed that more than
a thousand pounds would be necessary to clear his expenses at Brighton. He
owed a good deal in the town, but his debts of honour were still more
formidable. Mr. Gardiner did not attempt to conceal these particulars from
the Longbourn family; Jane heard them with horror. “A gamester!” she
cried. “This is wholly unexpected. I had not an idea of it.”
Mr. Gardiner added in his letter, that they might expect to see their father
at home on the following day, which was Saturday. Rendered spiritless by
the ill-success of all their endeavours, he had yielded to his brother-in-law’s
entreaty that he would return to his family, and leave it to him to do,
whatever occasion might suggest to be advisable for continuing their
pursuit. When Mrs. Bennet was told of this, she did not express so much
satisfaction as her children expected, considering what her anxiety for his
life had been before.
“What, is he coming home, and without poor Lydia!” she cried. “Sure he
will not leave London before he has found them. Who is to fight Wickham,
and make him marry her, if he comes away?”
As Mrs. Gardiner began to wish to be at home, it was settled that she and
her children should go to London, at the same time that Mr. Bennet came
from it. The coach, therefore, took them the first stage of their journey, and
brought its master back to Longbourn.
Mrs. Gardiner went away in all the perplexity about Elizabeth and her
Derbyshire friend, that had attended her from that part of the world. His
name had never been voluntarily mentioned before them by her niece; and
the kind of half-expectation which Mrs. Gardiner had formed, of their being
followed by a letter from him, had ended in nothing. Elizabeth had received
none since her return, that could come from Pemberley.
The present unhappy state of the family rendered any other excuse for the
lowness of her spirits unnecessary; nothing, therefore, could be fairly
conjectured from that, though Elizabeth, who was by this time tolerably well
acquainted with her own feelings, was perfectly aware, that, had she known
nothing of Darcy, she could have borne the dread of Lydia’s infamy
somewhat better. It would have spared her, she thought, one sleepless night
out of two.
When Mr. Bennet arrived, he had all the appearance of his usual
philosophic composure. He said as little as he had ever been in the habit of
saying; made no mention of the business that had taken him away, and it
was some time before his daughters had courage to speak of it.
It was not till the afternoon, when he joined them at tea, that Elizabeth
ventured to introduce the subject; and then, on her briefly expressing her
sorrow for what he must have endured, he replied, “Say nothing of that.
Who should suffer but myself? It has been my own doing, and I ought to
feel it.”
“You must not be too severe upon yourself,” replied Elizabeth.
“You may well warn me against such an evil. Human nature is so prone to
fall into it! No, Lizzy, let me once in my life feel how much I have been to
blame. I am not afraid of being overpowered by the impression. It will pass
away soon enough.”
“Do you suppose them to be in London?”
“Yes; where else can they be so well concealed?”
“And Lydia used to want to go to London,” added Kitty.
“She is happy, then,” said her father, drily; “and her residence there will
probably be of some duration.”
Then, after a short silence, he continued, “Lizzy, I bear you no ill-will for
being justified in your advice to me last May, which, considering the event,
shows some greatness of mind.”
They were interrupted by Miss Bennet, who came to fetch her
mother’s tea.
“This is a parade,” cried he, “which does one good; it gives such an
elegance to misfortune! Another day I will do the same; I will sit in my
library, in my night cap and powdering gown, and give as much trouble as I
can —or, perhaps, I may defer it, till Kitty runs away.”
“I am not going to run away, Papa,” said Kitty, fretfully; “if I should ever
go to Brighton, I would behave better than Lydia.”
“You go to Brighton! —I would not trust you so near it as East Bourne for
fifty pounds! No, Kitty, I have at last learnt to be cautious, and you will feel
the effects of it. No officer is ever to enter my house again, nor even to pass
through the village. Balls will be absolutely prohibited, unless you stand up
with one of your sisters. And you are never to stir out of doors, till you can
prove that you have spent ten minutes of every day in a rational manner.”
Kitty, who took all these threats in a serious light, began to cry.
“Well, well,” said he, “do not make yourself unhappy. If you are a good girl
for the next ten years, I will take you to a review at the end of them.”
XLIX
Two days after Mr. Bennet’s return, as Jane and Elizabeth were walking
together in the shrubbery behind the house, they saw the housekeeper
coming towards them, and, concluding that she came to call them to their
mother, went forward to meet her; but, instead of the expected summons,
when they approached her, she said to Miss Bennet, “I beg your pardon,
madam, for interrupting you, but I was in hopes you might have got some
good news from town, so I took the liberty of coming to ask.”
“What do you mean, Hill? We have heard nothing from town.”
“Dear madam,” cried Mrs. Hill, in great astonishment, “don’t you know
there is an express come for master from Mr. Gardiner? He has been here
this half hour, and master has had a letter.”
Away ran the girls, too eager to get in to have time for speech. They ran
through the vestibule into the breakfast room; from thence to the library; —
their father was in neither; and they were on the point of seeking him
upstairs with their mother, when they were met by the butler, who said —
“If you are looking for my master, ma’am, he is walking towards the
little copse.”
Upon this information, they instantly passed through the hall once more,
and ran across the lawn after their father, who was deliberately pursuing his
way towards a small wood on one side of the paddock.
Jane, who was not so light, nor so much in the habit of running as
Elizabeth, soon lagged behind, while her sister, panting for breath, came up
with him, and eagerly cried out —
“Oh, Papa, what news? what news? have you heard from my uncle?”
“Yes, I have had a letter from him by express.”
“Well, and what news does it bring? good or bad?”
“What is there of good to be expected?” said he, taking the letter from his
pocket; “but perhaps you would like to read it.”
Elizabeth impatiently caught it from his hand. Jane now came up.
“Read it aloud,” said their father, “for I hardly know myself what it
is about.”
“Gracechurch-street, Monday,
August 2.
“M B,
“At last I am able to send you some tidings of my niece, and such as,
upon the whole, I hope will give you satisfaction. Soon after you left me
on Saturday, I was fortunate enough to find out in what part of London
they were. The particulars, I reserve till we meet. It is enough to know
they are discovered, I have seen them both —”
“Then it is, as I always hoped,” cried Jane; “they are married!”
Elizabeth read on;
“I have seen them both. They are not married, nor can I find there was
any intention of being so; but if you are willing to perform the
engagements which I have ventured to make on your side, I hope it will
not be long before they are. All that is required of you is, to assure to
your daughter, by settlement, her equal share of the five thousand
pounds, secured among your children after the decease of yourself and
my sister; and, moreover, to enter into an engagement of allowing her,
during your life, one hundred pounds per annum. These are conditions,
which, considering everything, I had no hesitation in complying with, as
far as I thought myself privileged, for you. I shall send this by express,
that no time may be lost in bringing me your answer. You will easily
comprehend, from these particulars, that Mr. Wickham’s circumstances
are not so hopeless as they are generally believed to be. The world has
been deceived in that respect; and I am happy to say, there will be some
little money, even when all his debts are discharged, to settle on my
niece, in addition to her own fortune. If, as I conclude will be the case,
you send me full powers to act in your name, throughout the whole of
this business, I will immediately give directions to Haggerston for
preparing a proper settlement. There will not be the smallest occasion
for your coming to town again; therefore, stay quietly at Longbourn,
and depend on my diligence and care. Send back your answer as soon as
you can, and be careful to write explicitly. We have judged it best, that
my niece should be married from this house, of which I hope you will
approve. She comes to us today. I shall write again as soon as anything
more is determined on. Yours, etc.
“E. G.”
“Is it possible!” cried Elizabeth, when she had finished. “Can it be possible
that he will marry her?”
“Wickham is not so undeserving, then, as we have thought him;” said her
sister. “My dear father, I congratulate you.”
“And have you answered the letter?” said Elizabeth.
“No; but it must be done soon.”
Most earnestly did she then entreat him to lose no more time before
he wrote.
“Oh! my dear father,” she cried, “come back, and write immediately.
Consider how important every moment is, in such a case.”
“Let me write for you,” said Jane, “if you dislike the trouble yourself.”
“I dislike it very much,” he replied; “but it must be done.”
And so saying, he turned back with them, and walked towards the house.
“And may I ask?” said Elizabeth, “but the terms, I suppose, must be
complied with.”
“Complied with! I am only ashamed of his asking so little.”
“And they must marry! Yet he is such a man!”
“Yes, yes, they must marry. There is nothing else to be done. But there
are two things that I want very much to know: —one is, how much money
your uncle has laid down, to bring it about; and the other, how I am ever to
pay him.”
“Money! my uncle!” cried Jane, “what do you mean, Sir?”
“I mean, that no man in his senses, would marry Lydia on so slight a
temptation as one hundred a year during my life, and fifty after I am gone.”
“That is very true,” said Elizabeth; “though it had not occurred to me
before. His debts to be discharged, and something still to remain! Oh! it
must be my uncle’s doings! Generous, good man, I am afraid he has
distressed himself. A small sum could not do all this.”
“No,” said her father, “Wickham’s a fool, if he takes her with a farthing
less than ten thousand pounds. I should be sorry to think so ill of him, in the
very beginning of our relationship.”
“Ten thousand pounds! Heaven forbid! How is half such a sum to
be repaid?”
Mr. Bennet made no answer, and each of them, deep in thought,
continued silent till they reached the house. Their father then went to the
library to write, and the girls walked into the breakfast-room.
“And they are really to be married!” cried Elizabeth, as soon as they were
by themselves. “How strange this is! And for this we are to be thankful. That
they should marry, small as is their chance of happiness, and wretched as is
his character, we are forced to rejoice! Oh, Lydia!”
“I comfort myself with thinking,” replied Jane, “that he certainly would
not marry Lydia, if he had not a real regard for her. Though our kind uncle
has done something towards clearing him, I cannot believe that ten
thousand pounds, or anything like it, has been advanced. He has
children of his own, and may have more. How could he spare half ten
thousand pounds?”
“If we are ever able to learn what Wickham’s debts have been,” said
Elizabeth, “and how much is settled on his side on our sister, we shall
exactly know what Mr. Gardiner has done for them, because Wickham has
not sixpence of his own. The kindness of my uncle and aunt can never be
requited. Their taking her home, and affording her their personal protection
and countenance, is such a sacrifice to her advantage as years of gratitude
cannot enough acknowledge. By this time she is actually with them! If such
goodness does not make her miserable now, she will never deserve to be
happy! What a meeting for her, when she first sees my aunt!”
“We must endeavour to forget all that has passed on either side,” said
Jane: “I hope and trust they will yet be happy. His consenting to marry her
is a proof, I will believe, that he is come to a right way of thinking. Their
mutual affection will steady them; and I flatter myself they will settle so
quietly, and live in so rational a manner, as may in time make their past
imprudence forgotten.”
“Their conduct has been such,” replied Elizabeth, “as neither you, nor I,
nor anybody, can ever forget. It is useless to talk of it.”
It now occurred to the girls that their mother was in all likelihood
perfectly ignorant of what had happened. They went to the library,
therefore, and asked their father whether he would not wish them to make it
known to her. He was writing, and, without raising his head, coolly replied —
“Just as you please.”
“May we take my uncle’s letter to read to her?”
“Take whatever you like, and get away.”
Elizabeth took the letter from his writing table, and they went upstairs
together. Mary and Kitty were both with Mrs. Bennet: one communication
would, therefore, do for all. After a slight preparation for good news, the
letter was read aloud. Mrs. Bennet could hardly contain herself. As soon as
Jane had read Mr. Gardiner’s hope of Lydia’s being soon married, her joy
burst forth, and every following sentence added to its exuberance. She was
now in an irritation as violent from delight, as she had ever been fidgety
from alarm and vexation. To know that her daughter would be married was
enough. She was disturbed by no fear for her felicity, nor humbled by any
remembrance of her misconduct.
“My dear, dear Lydia!” she cried: “This is delightful indeed! —She will be
married! —I shall see her again! —She will be married at sixteen! —My good,
kind brother! —I knew how it would be —I knew he would manage
everything. How I long to see her! and to see dear Wickham too! But the
clothes, the wedding clothes! I will write to my sister Gardiner about them
directly. Lizzy, my dear, run down to your father, and ask him how much he
will give her. Stay, stay, I will go myself. Ring the bell, Kitty, for Hill. I will
put on my things in a moment. My dear, dear Lydia! —How merry we shall
be together when we meet!”
Her eldest daughter endeavoured to give some relief to the violence of
these transports, by leading her thoughts to the obligations which
Mr. Gardiner’s behaviour laid them all under.
“For we must attribute this happy conclusion,” she added, “in a great
measure, to his kindness. We are persuaded that he has pledged himself to
assist Mr. Wickham with money.”
“Well,” cried her mother, “it is all very right; who should do it but her own
uncle? If he had not had a family of his own, I and my children must have
had all his money you know, and it is the first time we have ever had
anything from him, except a few presents. Well! I am so happy. In a short
time, I shall have a daughter married. Mrs. Wickham! How well it sounds.
And she was only sixteen last June. My dear Jane, I am in such a flutter, that
I am sure I can’t write; so I will dictate, and you write for me. We will settle
with your father about the money afterwards; but the things should be
ordered immediately.”
She was then proceeding to all the particulars of calico, muslin, and
cambric, and would shortly have dictated some very plentiful orders, had
not Jane, though with some difficulty, persuaded her to wait, till her father
was at leisure to be consulted. One day’s delay she observed, would be of
small importance; and her mother was too happy, to be quite so obstinate as
usual. Other schemes too came into her head.
“I will go to Meryton,” said she, “as soon as I am dressed, and tell the
good, good news to my sister Philips. And as I come back, I can call on Lady
Lucas and Mrs. Long. Kitty, run down and order the carriage. An airing
would do me a great deal of good, I am sure. Girls, can I do anything for you
in Meryton? Oh! here comes Hill. My dear Hill, have you heard the good
news? Miss Lydia is going to be married; and you shall all have a bowl of
punch, to make merry at her wedding.”
Mrs. Hill began instantly to express her joy. Elizabeth received her
congratulations amongst the rest, and then, sick of this folly, took refuge in
her own room, that she might think with freedom.
Poor Lydia’s situation must, at best, be bad enough; but that it was no
worse, she had need to be thankful. She felt it so; and though, in looking
forward, neither rational happiness nor worldly prosperity, could be justly
expected for her sister; in looking back to what they had feared, only two
hours ago, she felt all the advantages of what they had gained.
L
Mr. Bennet had very often wished, before this period of his life, that, instead
of spending his whole income, he had laid by an annual sum, for the better
provision of his children, and of his wife, if she survived him. He now
wished it more than ever. Had he done his duty in that respect, Lydia need
not have been indebted to her uncle, for whatever of honour or credit could
now be purchased for her. The satisfaction of prevailing on one of the most
worthless young men in Great Britain to be her husband might then have
rested in its proper place.
He was seriously concerned, that a cause of so little advantage to anyone,
should be forwarded at the sole expense of his brother-in-law, and he was
determined, if possible, to find out the extent of his assistance, and to
discharge the obligation as soon as he could.
When first Mr. Bennet had married, economy was held to be perfectly
useless; for, of course, they were to have a son. This son was to join in
cutting off the entail, as soon as he should be of age, and the widow and
younger children would by that means be provided for. Five daughters
successively entered the world, but yet the son was to come; and
Mrs. Bennet, for many years after Lydia’s birth, had been certain that he
would. This event had at last been despaired of, but it was then too late to be
saving. Mrs. Bennet had no turn for economy, and her husband’s love of
independence had alone prevented their exceeding their income.
Five thousand pounds was settled by marriage articles on Mrs. Bennet
and the children. But in what proportions it should be divided amongst the
latter, depended on the will of the parents. This was one point, with regard
to Lydia at least, which was now to be settled, and Mr. Bennet could have no
hesitation in acceding to the proposal before him. In terms of grateful
acknowledgment for the kindness of his brother, though expressed most
concisely, he then delivered on paper his perfect approbation of all that was
done, and his willingness to fulfil the engagements that had been made for
him. He had never before supposed that, could Wickham be prevailed on to
marry his daughter, it would be done with so little inconvenience to himself,
as by the present arrangement. He would scarcely be ten pounds a year the
loser, by the hundred that was to be paid them; for, what with her board and
pocket allowance, and the continual presents in money, which passed to her,
through her mother’s hands, Lydia’s expenses had been very little within
that sum.
That it would be done with such trifling exertion on his side, too, was
another very welcome surprise; for his chief wish at present was to have as
little trouble in the business as possible. When the first transports of rage
which had produced his activity in seeking her were over, he naturally
returned to all his former indolence. His letter was soon dispatched; for
though dilatory in undertaking business, he was quick in its execution. He
begged to know farther particulars of what he was indebted to his brother;
but was too angry with Lydia to send any message to her.
The good news quickly spread through the house; and with proportionate
speed through the neighbourhood. It was borne in the latter with decent
philosophy. To be sure it would have been more for the advantage of
conversation, had Miss Lydia Bennet come upon the town; or, as the
happiest alternative, been secluded from the world, in some distant farm
house. But there was much to be talked of, in marrying her; and the good-
natured wishes for her well-doing, which had proceeded before, from
all the spiteful old ladies in Meryton, lost but little of their spirit in this
change of circumstances, because with such a husband, her misery was
considered certain.
It was a fortnight since Mrs. Bennet had been downstairs, but on this
happy day, she again took her seat at the head of her table, and in spirits
oppressively high. No sentiment of shame gave a damp to her triumph. The
marriage of a daughter, which had been the first object of her wishes since
Jane was sixteen, was now on the point of accomplishment, and her
thoughts and her words ran wholly on those attendants of elegant nuptials,
fine muslins, new carriages, and servants. She was busily searching through
the neighbourhood for a proper situation for her daughter, and, without
knowing or considering what their income might be, rejected many as
deficient in size and importance.
“Haye-Park might do,” said she, “if the Gouldings would quit it, or the
great house at Stoke, if the drawing-room were larger; but Ashworth is too
far off! I could not bear to have her ten miles from me; and as for Purvis
Lodge, the attics are dreadful.”
Her husband allowed her to talk on without interruption, while the
servants remained. But when they had withdrawn, he said to her,
“Mrs. Bennet, before you take any, or all of these houses, for your son and
daughter, let us come to a right understanding. Into one house in this
neighbourhood, they shall never have admittance. I will not encourage the
impudence of either, by receiving them at Longbourn.”
A long dispute followed this declaration; but Mr. Bennet was firm: it soon
led to another; and Mrs. Bennet found, with amazement and horror, that
her husband would not advance a guinea to buy clothes for his daughter. He
protested that she should receive from him no mark of affection whatever,
on the occasion. Mrs. Bennet could hardly comprehend it. That his anger
could be carried to such a point of inconceivable resentment, as to refuse his
daughter a privilege, without which her marriage would scarcely seem valid,
exceeded all that she could believe possible. She was more alive to the
disgrace, which the want of new clothes must reflect on her daughter’s
nuptials, than to any sense of shame at her eloping and living with
Wickham, a fortnight before they took place.
Elizabeth was now most heartily sorry that she had, from the distress of
the moment, been led to make Mr. Darcy acquainted with their fears for her
sister; for since her marriage would so shortly give the proper termination to
the elopement, they might hope to conceal its unfavourable beginning, from
all those who were not immediately on the spot.
She had no fear of its spreading farther, through his means. There were
few people on whose secrecy she would have more confidently depended;
but at the same time, there was no one, whose knowledge of a sister’s frailty
would have mortified her so much. Not, however, from any fear of
disadvantage from it, individually to herself; for at any rate, there seemed a
gulf impassable between them. Had Lydia’s marriage been concluded on the
most honourable terms, it was not to be supposed that Mr. Darcy would
connect himself with a family, where to every other objection would now be
added, an alliance and relationship of the nearest kind with the man whom
he so justly scorned.
From such a connection she could not wonder that he should shrink. The
wish of procuring her regard, which she had assured herself of his feeling in
Derbyshire, could not in rational expectation survive such a blow as this.
She was humbled, she was grieved; she repented, though she hardly knew of
what. She became jealous of his esteem, when she could no longer hope to
be benefited by it. She wanted to hear of him, when there seemed the least
chance of gaining intelligence. She was convinced that she could have been
happy with him; when it was no longer likely they should meet.
What a triumph for him, as she often thought, could he know that the
proposals which she had proudly spurned only four months ago, would now
have been gladly and gratefully received! He was as generous, she doubted
not, as the most generous of his sex. But while he was mortal, there must be
a triumph.
She began now to comprehend that he was exactly the man, who, in
disposition and talents, would most suit her. His understanding and temper,
though unlike her own, would have answered all her wishes. It was an union
that must have been to the advantage of both; by her ease and liveliness, his
mind might have been softened, his manners improved, and from his
judgment, information, and knowledge of the world, she must have received
benefit of greater importance.
But no such happy marriage could now teach the admiring multitude
what connubial felicity really was. An union of a different tendency, and
precluding the possibility of the other, was soon to be formed in their family.
How Wickham and Lydia were to be supported in tolerable independence,
she could not imagine. But how little of permanent happiness could belong
to a couple who were only brought together because their passions were
stronger than their virtue, she could easily conjecture.
Mr. Gardiner soon wrote again to his brother. To Mr. Bennet’s
acknowledgments he briefly replied, with assurances of his eagerness to
promote the welfare of any of his family; and concluded with entreaties that
the subject might never be mentioned to him again. The principal purport of
his letter was to inform them, that Mr. Wickham had resolved on quitting
the militia.
“It was greatly my wish that he should do so,” he added, “as soon as his
marriage was fixed on. And I think you will agree with me, in
considering a removal from that corps as highly advisable, both on his
account and my niece’s. It is Mr. Wickham’s intention to go into the
regulars; and, among his former friends, there are still some who are
able and willing to assist him in the army. He has the promise of an
ensigncy in General ⸻⸻⸻’s regiment, now quartered in the North. It is
an advantage to have it so far from this part of the kingdom. He
promises fairly, and I hope among different people, where they may
each have a character to preserve, they will both be more prudent. I
have written to Colonel Forster, to inform him of our present
arrangements, and to request that he will satisfy the various creditors of
Mr. Wickham in and near Brighton, with assurances of speedy
payment, for which I have pledged myself. And will you give yourself
the trouble of carrying similar assurances to his creditors in Meryton, of
whom I shall subjoin a list, according to his information. He has given
in all his debts; I hope at least he has not deceived us. Haggerston has
our directions, and all will be completed in a week. They will then join
his regiment, unless they are first invited to Longbourn; and I
understand from Mrs. Gardiner, that my niece is very desirous of seeing
you all, before she leaves the South. She is well, and begs to be dutifully
remembered to you and her mother. Yours, etc.
“E. G.”
Mr. Bennet and his daughters saw all the advantages of Wickham’s removal
from the ⸺⸺ shire, as clearly as Mr. Gardiner could do. But Mrs. Bennet’s
was not so well pleased with it. Lydia’s being settled in the North, just when
she had expected most pleasure and pride in her company, for she had by no
means given up her plan of their residing in Hertfordshire, was a severe
disappointment; and besides, it was such a pity that Lydia should be taken
from a regiment where she was acquainted with everybody, and had so
many favourites.
“She is so fond of Mrs. Forster,” said she, “it will be quite shocking to send
her away! And there are several of the young men, too, that she likes very
much. The officers may not be so pleasant in General ⸻⸻⸻’s regiment.”
His daughter’s request, for such it might be considered, of being admitted
into her family again, before she set off for the North, received at first an
absolute negative. But Jane and Elizabeth, who agreed in wishing, for the
sake of their sister’s feelings and consequence, that she should be noticed on
her marriage by her parents, urged him so earnestly, yet so rationally and so
mildly, to receive her and her husband at Longbourn, as soon as they were
married, that he was prevailed on to think as they thought, and act as they
wished. And their mother had the satisfaction of knowing that she should be
able to show her married daughter in the neighbourhood, before she was
banished to the North. When Mr. Bennet wrote again to his brother,
therefore, he sent his permission for them to come; and it was settled, that
as soon as the ceremony was over, they should proceed to Longbourn.
Elizabeth was surprised, however, that Wickham should consent to such a
scheme, and, had she consulted only her own inclination, any meeting with
him would have been the last object of her wishes.
LI
Their sister’s wedding day arrived; and Jane and Elizabeth felt for her
probably more than she felt for herself. The carriage was sent to meet them
at ⸻⸻⸻, and they were to return in it, by dinnertime. Their arrival was
dreaded by the elder Miss Bennets; and Jane more especially, who gave
Lydia the feelings which would have attended herself, had she been the
culprit, was wretched in the thought of what her sister must endure.
They came. The family were assembled in the breakfast room to receive
them. Smiles decked the face of Mrs. Bennet, as the carriage drove up to the
door; her husband looked impenetrably grave; her daughters, alarmed,
anxious, uneasy.
Lydia’s voice was heard in the vestibule; the door was thrown open, and
she ran into the room. Her mother stepped forwards, embraced her, and
welcomed her with rapture; gave her hand with an affectionate smile to
Wickham, who followed his lady, and wished them both joy, with an alacrity
which showed no doubt of their happiness.
Their reception from Mr. Bennet, to whom they then turned, was not
quite so cordial. His countenance rather gained in austerity; and he scarcely
opened his lips. The easy assurance of the young couple, indeed, was enough
to provoke him. Elizabeth was disgusted, and even Miss Bennet was
shocked. Lydia was Lydia still; untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy, and
fearless. She turned from sister to sister, demanding their congratulations,
and when at length they all sat down, looked eagerly round the room, took
notice of some little alteration in it, and observed, with a laugh, that it was a
great while since she had been there.
Wickham was not at all more distressed than herself, but his manners
were always so pleasing, that had his character and his marriage been
exactly what they ought, his smiles and his easy address, while he claimed
their relationship, would have delighted them all. Elizabeth had not before
believed him quite equal to such assurance; but she sat down, resolving
within herself, to draw no limits in future to the impudence of an impudent
man. She blushed, and Jane blushed; but the cheeks of the two who caused
their confusion, suffered no variation of colour.
There was no want of discourse. The bride and her mother could neither
of them talk fast enough; and Wickham, who happened to sit near Elizabeth,
began enquiring after his acquaintance in that neighbourhood, with a good
humoured ease, which she felt very unable to equal in her replies. They
seemed each of them to have the happiest memories in the world. Nothing
of the past was recollected with pain; and Lydia led voluntarily to subjects,
which her sisters would not have alluded to for the world.
“Only think of its being three months,” she cried, “since I went away; it
seems but a fortnight I declare; and yet there have been things enough
happened in the time. Good gracious! when I went away, I am sure I had no
more idea of being married till I came back again! though I thought it would
be very good fun if I was.”
Her father lifted up his eyes. Jane was distressed. Elizabeth looked
expressively at Lydia; but she, who never heard nor saw anything of which
she chose to be insensible, gaily continued, “Oh! mamma, do the people
hereabouts know I am married today? I was afraid they might not; and we
overtook William Goulding in his curricle, so I was determined he should
know it, and so I let down the side glass next to him, and took off my glove,
and let my hand just rest upon the window frame, so that he might see the
ring, and then I bowed and smiled like anything.”
Elizabeth could bear it no longer. She got up, and ran out of the room; and
returned no more, till she heard them passing through the hall to the dining-
parlour. She then joined them soon enough to see Lydia, with anxious
parade, walk up to her mother’s right hand, and hear her say to her eldest
sister, “Ah! Jane, I take your place now, and you must go lower, because I
am a married woman.”
It was not to be supposed that time would give Lydia that embarrassment,
from which she had been so wholly free at first. Her ease and good spirits
increased. She longed to see Mrs. Philips, the Lucases, and all their other
neighbours, and to hear herself called “Mrs. Wickham,” by each of them;
and in the meantime, she went after dinner to show her ring and boast of
being married, to Mrs. Hill and the two housemaids.
“Well, mamma,” said she, when they were all returned to the breakfast
room, “and what do you think of my husband? Is not he a charming man? I
am sure my sisters must all envy me. I only hope they may have half my
good luck. They must all go to Brighton. That is the place to get husbands.
What a pity it is, mamma, we did not all go.”
“Very true; and if I had my will, we should. But my dear Lydia, I don’t at
all like your going such a way off. Must it be so?”
“Oh, lord! yes; —there is nothing in that. I shall like it of all things. You
and papa, and my sisters, must come down and see us. We shall be at
Newcastle all the winter, and I dare say there will be some balls, and I will
take care to get good partners for them all.”
“I should like it beyond anything!” said her mother.
“And then when you go away, you may leave one or two of my sisters
behind you; and I dare say I shall get husbands for them before the winter
is over.”
“I thank you for my share of the favour,” said Elizabeth; “but I do not
particularly like your way of getting husbands.”
Their visitors were not to remain above ten days with them. Mr. Wickham
had received his commission before he left London, and he was to join his
regiment at the end of a fortnight.
No one but Mrs. Bennet regretted that their stay would be so short; and
she made the most of the time, by visiting about with her daughter, and
having very frequent parties at home. These parties were acceptable to all; to
avoid a family circle was even more desirable to such as did think, than such
as did not.
Wickham’s affection for Lydia, was just what Elizabeth had expected to
find it; not equal to Lydia’s for him. She had scarcely needed her present
observation to be satisfied, from the reason of things, that their elopement
had been brought on by the strength of her love, rather than by his; and she
would have wondered why, without violently caring for her, he chose to
elope with her at all, had she not felt certain that his flight was rendered
necessary by distress of circumstances; and if that were the case, he was not
the young man to resist an opportunity of having a companion.
Lydia was exceedingly fond of him. He was her dear Wickham on every
occasion; no one was to be put in competition with him. He did everything
best in the world; and she was sure he would kill more birds on the first of
September, than anybody else in the country.
One morning, soon after their arrival, as she was sitting with her two elder
sisters, she said to Elizabeth —
“Lizzy, I never gave you an account of my wedding, I believe. You were not
by, when I told mamma, and the others, all about it. Are not you curious to
hear how it was managed?”
“No really,” replied Elizabeth; “I think there cannot be too little said on
the subject.”
“La! You are so strange! But I must tell you how it went off. We were
married, you know, at St. Clement’s, because Wickham’s lodgings were in
that parish. And it was settled that we should all be there by eleven o’clock.
My uncle and aunt and I were to go together; and the others were to meet us
at the church. Well, Monday morning came, and I was in such a fuss! I was
so afraid you know that something would happen to put it off, and then I
should have gone quite distracted. And there was my aunt, all the time I was
dressing, preaching and talking away just as if she was reading a sermon.
However, I did not hear above one word in ten, for I was thinking, you may
suppose, of my dear Wickham. I longed to know whether he would be
married in his blue coat.
“Well, and so we breakfasted at ten as usual; I thought it would never be
over; for, by the by, you are to understand, that my uncle and aunt were
horrid unpleasant all the time I was with them. If you’ll believe me, I did not
once put my foot out of doors, though I was there a fortnight. Not one party,
or scheme, or anything. To be sure London was rather thin, but however the
little Theatre was open. Well, and so just as the carriage came to the door,
my uncle was called away upon business to that horrid man Mr. Stone. And
then, you know, when once they get together, there is no end of it. Well, I
was so frightened I did not know what to do, for my uncle was to give me
away; and if we were beyond the hour, we could not be married all day. But,
luckily, he came back again in ten minutes time, and then we all set out.
However, I recollected afterwards, that if he had been prevented going, the
wedding need not be put off, for Mr. Darcy might have done as well.”
“Mr. Darcy!” repeated Elizabeth, in utter amazement.
“Oh, yes! —he was to come there with Wickham, you know. But gracious
me! I quite forgot! I ought not to have said a word about it. I promised them
so faithfully! What will Wickham say? It was to be such a secret!”
“If it was to be secret,” said Jane, “say not another word on the subject.
You may depend upon my seeking no further.”
“Oh! certainly,” said Elizabeth, though burning with curiosity; “we will ask
you no questions.”
“Thank you,” said Lydia, “for if you did, I should certainly tell you all, and
then Wickham would be angry.”
On such encouragement to ask, Elizabeth was forced to put it out of her
power, by running away.
But to live in ignorance on such a point was impossible; or at least it was
impossible not to try for information. Mr. Darcy had been at her sister’s
wedding. It was exactly a scene, and exactly among people, where he had
apparently least to do, and least temptation to go. Conjectures as to the
meaning of it, rapid and wild, hurried into her brain; but she was satisfied
with none. Those that best pleased her, as placing his conduct in the noblest
light, seemed most improbable. She could not bear such suspense; and
hastily seizing a sheet of paper, wrote a short letter to her aunt, to request an
explanation of what Lydia had dropped, if it were compatible with the
secrecy which had been intended.
“You may readily comprehend,” she added, “what my curiosity must be to
know how a person unconnected with any of us, and (comparatively
speaking) a stranger to our family, should have been amongst you at such a
time. Pray write instantly, and let me understand it —unless it is, for very
cogent reasons, to remain in the secrecy which Lydia seems to think
necessary; and then I must endeavour to be satisfied with ignorance.”
“Not that I shall though,” she added to herself, as she finished the letter;
“and my dear aunt, if you do not tell me in an honourable manner, I shall
certainly be reduced to tricks and stratagems to find it out.”
Jane’s delicate sense of honour would not allow her to speak to Elizabeth
privately of what Lydia had let fall; Elizabeth was glad of it; —till it appeared
whether her inquiries would receive any satisfaction, she had rather be
without a confidante.
LII
Elizabeth had the satisfaction of receiving an answer to her letter, as soon as
she possibly could. She was no sooner in possession of it, than hurrying into
the little copse, where she was least likely to be interrupted, she sat down on
one of the benches, and prepared to be happy; for the length of the letter
convinced her that it did not contain a denial.
“Gracechurch-street, Sept. 6.
“M ,
“I have just received your letter, and shall devote this whole morning to
answering it, as I foresee that a little writing will not comprise what I
have to tell you. I must confess myself surprised by your application; I
did not expect it from you. Don’t think me angry, however, for I only
mean to let you know, that I had not imagined such enquiries to be
necessary on your side. If you do not choose to understand me, forgive
my impertinence. Your uncle is as much surprised as I am —and nothing
but the belief of your being a party concerned, would have allowed him
to act as he has done. But if you are really innocent and ignorant, I must
be more explicit. On the very day of my coming home from Longbourn,
your uncle had a most unexpected visitor. Mr. Darcy called, and was
shut up with him several hours. It was all over before I arrived; so my
curiosity was not so dreadfully racked as yours seems to have been. He
came to tell Mr. Gardiner that he had found out where your sister and
Mr. Wickham were, and that he had seen and talked with them both,
Wickham repeatedly, Lydia once. From what I can collect, he left
Derbyshire only one day after ourselves, and came to town with the
resolution of hunting for them. The motive professed was his conviction
of its being owing to himself that Wickham’s worthlessness had not
been so well known, as to make it impossible for any young woman of
character to love or confide in him. He generously imputed the whole to
his mistaken pride, and confessed that he had before thought it beneath
him, to lay his private actions open to the world. His character was to
speak for itself. He called it, therefore, his duty to step forward, and
endeavour to remedy an evil which had been brought on by himself. If
he had another motive, I am sure it would never disgrace him. He had
been some days in town before he was able to discover them; but he had
something to direct his search, which was more than we had; and the
consciousness of this, was another reason for his resolving to follow us.
There is a lady, it seems, a Mrs. Younge, who was some time ago
governess to Miss Darcy, and was dismissed from her charge on some
cause of disapprobation, though he did not say what. She then took a
large house in Edward-street, and has since maintained herself by
letting lodgings. This Mrs. Younge was, he knew, intimately acquainted
with Wickham; and he went to her for intelligence of him, as soon as he
got to town. But it was two or three days before he could get from her
what he wanted. She would not betray her trust, I suppose, without
bribery and corruption, for she really did know where her friend was to
be found. Wickham indeed had gone to her, on their first arrival in
London, and had she been able to receive them into her house, they
would have taken up their abode with her. At length, however, our kind
friend procured the wished-for direction. They were in ⸻⸻⸻ street.
He saw Wickham, and afterwards insisted on seeing Lydia. His first
object with her, he acknowledged, had been to persuade her to quit her
present disgraceful situation, and return to her friends as soon as they
could be prevailed on to receive her, offering his assistance, as far as it
would go. But he found Lydia absolutely resolved on remaining where
she was. She cared for none of her friends, she wanted no help of his,
she would not hear of leaving Wickham. She was sure they should be
married some time or other, and it did not much signify when. Since
such were her feelings, it only remained, he thought, to secure and
expedite a marriage, which, in his very first conversation with
Wickham, he easily learnt, had never been his design. He confessed
himself obliged to leave the regiment, on account of some debts of
honour, which were very pressing; and scrupled not to lay all the ill-
consequences of Lydia’s flight, on her own folly alone. He meant to
resign his commission immediately; and as to his future situation, he
could conjecture very little about it. He must go somewhere, but he did
not know where, and he knew he should have nothing to live on.
Mr. Darcy asked him why he had not married your sister at once.
Though Mr. Bennet was not imagined to be very rich, he would have
been able to do something for him, and his situation must have been
benefited by marriage. But he found, in reply to this question, that
Wickham still cherished the hope of more effectually making his
fortune by marriage, in some other country. Under such circumstances,
however, he was not likely to be proof against the temptation of
immediate relief. They met several times, for there was much to be
discussed. Wickham of course wanted more than he could get; but at
length was reduced to be reasonable. Everything being settled between
them, Mr. Darcy’s next step was to make your uncle acquainted with it,
and he first called in Gracechurch-street the evening before I came
home. But Mr. Gardiner could not be seen, and Mr. Darcy found, on
further enquiry, that your father was still with him, but would quit town
the next morning. He did not judge your father to be a person whom he
could so properly consult as your uncle, and therefore readily
postponed seeing him, till after the departure of the former. He did not
leave his name, and till the next day, it was only known that a
gentleman had called on business. On Saturday he came again. Your
father was gone, your uncle at home, and, as I said before, they had a
great deal of talk together. They met again on Sunday, and then I saw
him too. It was not all settled before Monday: as soon as it was, the
express was sent off to Longbourn. But our visitor was very obstinate. I
fancy, Lizzy, that obstinacy is the real defect of his character after all.
He has been accused of many faults at different times; but this is the
true one. Nothing was to be done that he did not do himself; though I
am sure (and I do not speak it to be thanked, therefore say nothing
about it), your uncle would most readily have settled the whole. They
battled it together for a long time, which was more than either the
gentleman or lady concerned in it deserved. But at last your uncle was
forced to yield, and instead of being allowed to be of use to his niece,
was forced to put up with only having the probable credit of it, which
went sorely against the grain; and I really believe your letter this
morning gave him great pleasure, because it required an explanation
that would rob him of his borrowed feathers, and give the praise where
it was due. But, Lizzy, this must go no farther than yourself, or Jane at
most. You know pretty well, I suppose, what has been done for the
young people. His debts are to be paid, amounting, I believe, to
considerably more than a thousand pounds, another thousand in
addition to her own settled upon her, and his commission purchased.
The reason why all this was to be done by him alone, was such as I have
given above. It was owing to him, to his reserve, and want of proper
consideration, that Wickham’s character had been so misunderstood,
and consequently that he had been received and noticed as he was.
Perhaps there was some truth in this; though I doubt whether his
reserve, or anybody’s reserve, can be answerable for the event. But in
spite of all this fine talking, my dear Lizzy, you may rest perfectly
assured, that your uncle would never have yielded, if we had not given
him credit for another interest in the affair. When all this was resolved
on, he returned again to his friends, who were still staying at
Pemberley; but it was agreed that he should be in London once more
when the wedding took place, and all money matters were then to
receive the last finish. I believe I have now told you everything. It is a
relation which you tell me is to give you great surprise; I hope at least it
will not afford you any displeasure. Lydia came to us; and Wickham had
constant admission to the house. He was exactly what he had been,
when I knew him in Hertfordshire; but I would not tell you how little I
was satisfied with her behaviour while she stayed with us, if I had not
perceived, by Jane’s letter last Wednesday, that her conduct on coming
home was exactly of a piece with it, and therefore what I now tell you,
can give you no fresh pain. I talked to her repeatedly in the most serious
manner, representing to her all the wickedness of what she had done,
and all the unhappiness she had brought on her family. If she heard me,
it was by good luck, for I am sure she did not listen. I was sometimes
quite provoked, but then I recollected my dear Elizabeth and Jane, and
for their sakes had patience with her. Mr. Darcy was punctual in his
return, and as Lydia informed you, attended the wedding. He dined
with us the next day, and was to leave town again on Wednesday or
Thursday. Will you be very angry with me, my dear Lizzy, if I take this
opportunity of saying (what I was never bold enough to say before) how
much I like him. His behaviour to us has, in every respect, been as
pleasing as when we were in Derbyshire. His understanding and
opinions all please me; he wants nothing but a little more liveliness, and
that, if he marry prudently, his wife may teach him. I thought him very
sly; —he hardly ever mentioned your name. But slyness seems the
fashion. Pray forgive me, if I have been very presuming, or at least do
not punish me so far, as to exclude me from P. I shall never be quite
happy till I have been all round the park. A low phaeton, with a
nice little pair of ponies, would be the very thing. But I must write
no more. The children have been wanting me this half hour. Yours,
very sincerely,
“M. G.”
The contents of this letter threw Elizabeth into a flutter of spirits, in which it
was difficult to determine whether pleasure or pain bore the greatest share.
The vague and unsettled suspicions which uncertainty had produced of what
Mr. Darcy might have been doing to forward her sister’s match, which she
had feared to encourage, as an exertion of goodness too great to be probable,
and at the same time dreaded to be just, from the pain of obligation, were
proved beyond their greatest extent to be true! He had followed them
purposely to town, he had taken on himself all the trouble and mortification
attendant on such a research; in which supplication had been necessary to a
woman whom he must abominate and despise, and where he was reduced to
meet, frequently meet, reason with, persuade, and finally bribe, the man
whom he always most wished to avoid, and whose very name it was
punishment to him to pronounce. He had done all this for a girl whom he
could neither regard nor esteem. 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 reasonable that 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. They owed the
restoration of Lydia, her character, everything to him. Oh! how heartily did
she grieve over every ungracious sensation she had ever encouraged, every
saucy speech she had ever directed towards him. For herself she was
humbled; but she was proud of him. Proud that in a cause of compassion
and honour, he had been able to get the better of himself. She read over her
aunt’s commendation of him again and again. It was hardly enough; but it
pleased her. She was even sensible of some pleasure, though mixed
with regret, on finding how steadfastly both she and her uncle had been
persuaded that affection and confidence subsisted between Mr. Darcy
and herself.
She was roused from her seat, and her reflections, by someone’s
approach; and before she could strike into another path, she was overtaken
by Wickham.
“I am afraid I interrupt your solitary ramble, my dear sister?” said he, as
he joined her.
“You certainly do,” she replied with a smile; “but it does not follow that
the interruption must be unwelcome.”
“I should be sorry indeed, if it were. We were always good friends; and
now we are better.”
“True. Are the others coming out?”
“I do not know. Mrs. Bennet and Lydia are going in the carriage to
Meryton. And so, my dear sister, I find from our uncle and aunt, that you
have actually seen Pemberley.”
She replied in the affirmative.
“I almost envy you the pleasure, and yet I believe it would be too much for
me, or else I could take it in my way to Newcastle. And you saw the old
housekeeper, I suppose? Poor Reynolds, she was always very fond of me.
But of course she did not mention my name to you.”
“Yes, she did.”
“And what did she say?”
“That you were gone into the army, and she was afraid had —
not turned out well. At such a distance as that, you know, things are
strangely misrepresented.”
“Certainly,” he replied, biting his lips.
Elizabeth hoped she had silenced him; but he soon afterwards said —
“I was surprised to see Darcy in town last month. We passed each other
several times. I wonder what he can be doing there.”
“Perhaps preparing for his marriage with Miss de Bourgh,” said Elizabeth.
“It must be something particular, to take him there at this time of year.”
“Undoubtedly. Did you see him while you were at Lambton? I thought I
understood from the Gardiners that you had.”
“Yes; he introduced us to his sister.”
“And do you like her?”
“Very much.”
“I have heard, indeed, that she is uncommonly improved within this year
or two. When I last saw her, she was not very promising. I am very glad you
liked her. I hope she will turn out well.”
“I dare say she will; she has got over the most trying age.”
“Did you go by the village of Kympton?”
“I do not recollect that we did.”
“I mention it, because it is the living which I ought to have had. A most
delightful place! —Excellent Parsonage House! It would have suited me in
every respect.”
“How should you have liked making sermons?”
“Exceedingly well. I should have considered it as part of my duty, and the
exertion would soon have been nothing. One ought not to repine; —but, to be
sure, it would have been such a thing for me! The quiet, the retirement of
such a life, would have answered all my ideas of happiness! But it was not
to be. Did you ever hear Darcy mention the circumstance, when you were
in Kent?”
“I have heard from authority, which I thought as good, that it was left you
conditionally only, and at the will of the present patron.”
“You have. Yes, there was something in that; I told you so from the first,
you may remember.”
“I did hear, too, that there was a time, when sermon-making was not so
palatable to you as it seems to be at present; that you actually declared your
resolution of never taking orders, and that the business had been
compromised accordingly.”
“You did! and it was not wholly without foundation. You may remember
what I told you on that point, when first we talked of it.”
They were now almost at the door of the house, for she had walked fast to
get rid of him; and unwilling for her sister’s sake, to provoke him, she only
said in reply, with a good-humoured smile —
“Come, Mr. Wickham, we are brother and sister, you know. Do not let us
quarrel about the past. In future, I hope we shall be always of one mind.”
She held out her hand; he kissed it with affectionate gallantry, though he
hardly knew how to look, and they entered the house.
LIII
Mr. Wickham was so perfectly satisfied with this conversation, that he never
again distressed himself, or provoked his dear sister Elizabeth, by
introducing the subject of it; and she was pleased to find that she had said
enough to keep him quiet.
The day of his and Lydia’s departure soon came, and Mrs. Bennet was
forced to submit to a separation, which, as her husband by no means
entered into her scheme of their all going to Newcastle, was likely to
continue at least a twelvemonth.
“Oh! my dear Lydia,” she cried, “when shall we meet again?”
“Oh, lord! I don’t know. Not these two or three years perhaps.”
“Write to me very often, my dear.”
“As often as I can. But you know married women have never much time
for writing. My sisters may write to me. They will have nothing else to do.”
Mr. Wickham’s adieus were much more affectionate than his wife’s. He
smiled, looked handsome, and said many pretty things.
“He is as fine a fellow,” said Mr. Bennet, as soon as they were out of the
house, “as ever I saw. He simpers, and smirks, and makes love to us all. I am
prodigiously proud of him. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to produce
a more valuable son-in-law.”
The loss of her daughter made Mrs. Bennet very dull for several days.
“I often think,” said she, “that there is nothing so bad as parting with one’s
friends. One seems so forlorn without them.”
“This is the consequence you see, Madam, of marrying a daughter,” said
Elizabeth. “It must make you better satisfied that your other four are single.”
“It is no such thing. Lydia does not leave me because she is married; but
only because her husband’s regiment happens to be so far off. If that had
been nearer, she would not have gone so soon.”
But the spiritless condition which this event threw her into was shortly
relieved, and her mind opened again to the agitation of hope by an article of
news, which then began to be in circulation. The housekeeper at Netherfield
had received orders to prepare for the arrival of her master, who was coming
down in a day or two, to shoot there for several weeks. Mrs. Bennet was
quite in the fidgets. She looked at Jane, and smiled, and shook her head
by turns.
“Well, well, and so Mr. Bingley is coming down, sister,” (for Mrs. Philips
first brought her the news.) “Well, so much the better. Not that I care about
it, though. He is nothing to us, you know, and I am sure I never want to see
him again. But, however, he is very welcome to come to Netherfield, if he
likes it. And who knows what may happen? But that is nothing to us. You
know, sister, we agreed long ago never to mention a word about it. And so, is
it quite certain he is coming?”
“You may depend on it,” replied the other, “for Mrs. Nicholls was in
Meryton last night; I saw her passing by, and went out myself on purpose to
know the truth of it; and she told me that it was certain true. He comes
down on Thursday at the latest, very likely on Wednesday. She was going to
the butcher’s, she told me, on purpose to order in some meat on Wednesday,
and she has got three couple of ducks, just fit to be killed.”
Miss Bennet had not been able to hear of his coming, without changing
colour. It was many months since she had mentioned his name to Elizabeth;
but now, as soon as they were alone together, she said —
“I saw you look at me today, Lizzy, when my aunt told us of the present
report; and I know I appeared distressed. But don’t imagine it was from any
silly cause. I was only confused for the moment, because I felt that I should
be looked at. I do assure you, that the news does not affect me either with
pleasure or pain. I am glad of one thing, that he comes alone; because we
shall see the less of him. Not that I am afraid of myself, but I dread other
people’s remarks.”
Elizabeth did not know what to make of it. Had she not seen him in
Derbyshire, she might have supposed him capable of coming there, with no
other view than what was acknowledged; but she still thought him partial to
Jane, and she wavered as to the greater probability of his coming there with
his friend’s permission, or being bold enough to come without it.
“Yet it is hard,” she sometimes thought, “that this poor man cannot come
to a house, which he has legally hired, without raising all this speculation! I
will leave him to himself.”
In spite of what her sister declared, and really believed to be her feelings,
in the expectation of his arrival, Elizabeth could easily perceive that her
spirits were affected by it. They were more disturbed, more unequal, than
she had often seen them.
The subject which had been so warmly canvassed between their parents,
about a twelvemonth ago, was now brought forward again.
“As soon as ever Mr. Bingley comes, my dear,” said Mrs. Bennet, “you will
wait on him of course.”
“No, no. You forced me into visiting him last year, and promised if I went
to see him, he should marry one of my daughters. But it ended in nothing,
and I will not be sent on a fool’s errand again.”
His wife represented to him how absolutely necessary such an
attention would be from all the neighbouring gentlemen, on his returning
to Netherfield.
“ ’Tis an etiquette I despise,” said he. “If he wants our society, let him seek
it. He knows where we live. I will not spend my hours in running after my
neighbours every time they go away, and come back again.”
“Well, all I know is, that it will be abominably rude if you do not wait on
him. But, however, that shan’t prevent my asking him to dine here, I am
determined. We must have Mrs. Long and the Gouldings soon. That will
make thirteen with ourselves, so there will be just room at table for him.”
Consoled by this resolution, she was the better able to bear her husband’s
incivility; though it was very mortifying to know that her neighbours might
all see Mr. Bingley in consequence of it, before they did. As the day of his
arrival drew near, “I begin to be sorry that he comes at all,” said Jane to her
sister. “It would be nothing; I could see him with perfect indifference, but I
can hardly bear to hear it thus perpetually talked of. My mother means well;
but she does not know, no one can know how much I suffer from what she
says. Happy shall I be when his stay at Netherfield is over!”
“I wish I could say anything to comfort you,” replied Elizabeth; “but it
is wholly out of my power. You must feel it; and the usual satisfaction of
preaching patience to a sufferer is denied me, because you have always
so much.”
Mr. Bingley arrived. Mrs. Bennet, through the assistance of servants,
contrived to have the earliest tidings of it, that the period of anxiety and
fretfulness on her side, might be as long as it could. She counted the days
that must intervene before their invitation could be sent; hopeless of seeing
him before. But on the third morning after his arrival in Hertfordshire, she
saw him from her dressing-room window, enter the paddock, and ride
towards the house.
Her daughters were eagerly called to partake of her joy. Jane resolutely
kept her place at the table; but Elizabeth, to satisfy her mother, went to the
window —she looked —she saw Mr. Darcy with him, and sat down again by
her sister.
“There is a gentleman with him, mamma,” said Kitty; “who can it be?”
“Some acquaintance or other, my dear, I suppose; I am sure I do
not know.”
“La!” replied Kitty, “it looks just like that man that used to be with him
before. Mr. what’s his name. That tall, proud man.”
“Good gracious! Mr. Darcy! —and so it does I vow. Well, any friend of
Mr. Bingley’s will always be welcome here to be sure; but else I must say that
I hate the very sight of him.”
Jane looked at Elizabeth with surprise and concern. She knew but little of
their meeting in Derbyshire, and therefore felt for the awkwardness which
must attend her sister, in seeing him almost for the first time after receiving
his explanatory letter. Both sisters were uncomfortable enough. Each felt for
the other, and of course for themselves; and their mother talked on, of her
dislike of Mr. Darcy, and her resolution to be civil to him only as
Mr. Bingley’s friend, without being heard by either of them. But Elizabeth
had sources of uneasiness which could not be suspected by Jane, to whom
she had never yet had courage to show Mrs. Gardiner’s letter, or to relate
her own change of sentiment towards him. To Jane, he could be only a man
whose proposals she had refused, and whose merit she had undervalued;
but to her own more extensive information, he was the person, to whom the
whole family were indebted for the first of benefits, and whom she regarded
herself with an interest, if not quite so tender, at least as reasonable and
just, as what Jane felt for Bingley. Her astonishment at his coming —at his
coming to Netherfield, to Longbourn, and voluntarily seeking her again, was
almost equal to what she had known on first witnessing his altered
behaviour in Derbyshire.
The colour which had been driven from her face returned for half a
minute with an additional glow, and a smile of delight added lustre to her
eyes, as she thought for that space of time, that his affection and wishes
must still be unshaken. But she would not be secure.
“Let me first see how he behaves,” said she; “it will then be early enough
for expectation.”
She sat intently at work, striving to be composed, and without daring to
lift up her eyes, till anxious curiosity carried them to the face of her sister, as
the servant was approaching the door. Jane looked a little paler than usual,
but more sedate than Elizabeth had expected. On the gentlemen’s
appearing, her colour increased; yet she received them with tolerable ease,
and with a propriety of behaviour equally free from any symptom of
resentment, or any unnecessary complaisance.
Elizabeth said as little to either as civility would allow, and sat down again
to her work, with an eagerness which it did not often command. She had
ventured only one glance at Darcy. He looked serious as usual; and she
thought, more as he had been used to look in Hertfordshire, than as she had
seen him at Pemberley. But, perhaps he could not in her mother’s presence
be what he was before her uncle and aunt. It was a painful, but not an
improbable, conjecture.
Bingley, she had likewise seen for an instant, and in that short period saw
him looking both pleased and embarrassed. He was received by Mrs. Bennet
with a degree of civility, which made her two daughters ashamed, especially
when contrasted with the cold and ceremonious politeness of her curtsey
and address to his friend.
Elizabeth particularly, who knew that her mother owed to the latter the
preservation of her favourite daughter from irremediable infamy, was hurt
and distressed to a most painful degree by a distinction so ill applied.
Darcy, after enquiring of her how Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner did, a question
which she could not answer without confusion, said scarcely anything. He
was not seated by her; perhaps that was the reason of his silence; but it had
not been so in Derbyshire. There he had talked to her friends, when he could
not to herself. But now several minutes elapsed, without bringing the sound
of his voice; and when occasionally, unable to resist the impulse of curiosity,
she raised her eyes to his face, she as often found him looking at Jane, as at
herself, and frequently on no object but the ground. More thoughtfulness,
and less anxiety to please than when they last met, were plainly expressed.
She was disappointed, and angry with herself for being so.
“Could I expect it to be otherwise!” said she. “Yet why did he come?”
She was in no humour for conversation with anyone but himself; and to
him she had hardly courage to speak.
She enquired after his sister, but could do no more.
“It is a long time, Mr. Bingley, since you went away,” said Mrs. Bennet.
He readily agreed to it.
“I began to be afraid you would never come back again. People did say,
you meant to quit the place entirely at Michaelmas; but, however, I hope it is
not true. A great many changes have happened in the neighbourhood, since
you went away. Miss Lucas is married and settled. And one of my own
daughters. I suppose you have heard of it; indeed, you must have seen it in
the papers. It was in the Times and the Courier, I know; though it was not
put in as it ought to be. It was only said, ‘Lately, George Wickham, Esq. to
Miss Lydia Bennet,’ without there being a syllable said of her father, or the
place where she lived, or anything. It was my brother Gardiner’s drawing up
too, and I wonder how he came to make such an awkward business of it. Did
you see it?”
Bingley replied that he did, and made his congratulations. Elizabeth dared
not lift up her eyes. How Mr. Darcy looked, therefore, she could not tell.
“It is a delightful thing, to be sure, to have a daughter well married,”
continued her mother, “but at the same time, Mr. Bingley, it is very hard to
have her taken such a way from me. They are gone down to Newcastle, a
place quite northward, it seems, and there they are to stay, I do not know
how long. His regiment is there; for I suppose you have heard of his leaving
the ⸺⸺ shire, and of his being gone into the regulars. Thank Heaven! he has
some friends, though perhaps not so many as he deserves.”
Elizabeth, who knew this to be levelled at Mr. Darcy, was in such misery of
shame, that she could hardly keep her seat. It drew from her, however, the
exertion of speaking, which nothing else had so effectually done before; and
she asked Bingley whether he meant to make any stay in the country at
present. A few weeks, he believed.
“When you have killed all your own birds, Mr. Bingley,” said her mother,
“I beg you will come here, and shoot as many as you please, on Mr. Bennet’s
manor. I am sure he will be vastly happy to oblige you, and will save all the
best of the covies for you.”
Elizabeth’s misery increased, at such unnecessary, such officious
attention! Were the same fair prospect to arise at present as had flattered
them a year ago, everything, she was persuaded, would be hastening
to the same vexatious conclusion. At that instant she felt that years of
happiness could not make Jane or herself amends for moments of such
painful confusion.
“The first wish of my heart,” said she to herself, “is never more to be in
company with either of them. Their society can afford no pleasure, that
will atone for such wretchedness as this! Let me never see either one or the
other again!”
Yet the misery, for which years of happiness were to offer no
compensation, received soon afterwards material relief, from observing how
much the beauty of her sister rekindled the admiration of her former lover.
When first he came in, he had spoken to her but little; but every five minutes
seemed to be giving her more of his attention. He found her as handsome as
she had been last year; as good natured, and as unaffected, though not quite
so chatty. Jane was anxious that no difference should be perceived in her at
all, and was really persuaded that she talked as much as ever. But her mind
was so busily engaged, that she did not always know when she was silent.
When the gentlemen rose to go away, Mrs. Bennet was mindful of her
intended civility, and they were invited and engaged to dine at Longbourn in
a few days’ time.
“You are quite a visit in my debt, Mr. Bingley,” she added, “for when you
went to town last winter, you promised to take a family dinner with us, as
soon as you returned. I have not forgot, you see; and I assure you, I was very
much disappointed that you did not come back and keep your engagement.”
Bingley looked a little silly at this reflection, and said something of his
concern, at having been prevented by business. They then went away.
Mrs. Bennet had been strongly inclined to ask them to stay and dine
there, that day; but, though she always kept a very good table, she did not
think anything less than two courses could be good enough for a man on
whom she had such anxious designs, or satisfy the appetite and pride of one
who had ten thousand a year.
LIV
As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth walked out to recover her spirits; or in
other words, to dwell without interruption on those subjects that must
deaden them more. Mr. Darcy’s behaviour astonished and vexed her.
“Why, if he came only to be silent, grave, and indifferent,” said she, “did
he come at all?”
She could settle it in no way that gave her pleasure.
“He could be still amiable, still pleasing, to my uncle and aunt, when he
was in town; and why not to me? If he fears me, why come hither? If he no
longer cares for me, why silent? Teasing, teasing, man! I will think no more
about him.”
Her resolution was for a short time involuntarily kept by the approach of
her sister, who joined her with a cheerful look, which showed her better
satisfied with their visitors than Elizabeth.
“Now,” said she, “that this first meeting is over, I feel perfectly easy. I
know my own strength, and I shall never be embarrassed again by his
coming. I am glad he dines here on Tuesday. It will then be publicly seen,
that on both sides, we meet only as common and indifferent acquaintance.”
“Yes, very indifferent indeed,” said Elizabeth, laughingly. “Oh, Jane,
take care.”
“My dear Lizzy, you cannot think me so weak, as to be in danger now.”
“I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with
you as ever.”
They did not see the gentlemen again till Tuesday; and Mrs. Bennet,
in the meanwhile, was giving way to all the happy schemes, which the
good humour, and common politeness of Bingley, in half an hour’s visit,
had revived.
On Tuesday there was a large party assembled at Longbourn; and the two
who were most anxiously expected, to the credit of their punctuality as
sportsmen, were in very good time. When they repaired to the dining-room,
Elizabeth eagerly watched to see whether Bingley would take the place,
which, in all their former parties, had belonged to him, by her sister. Her
prudent mother, occupied by the same ideas, forbore to invite him to sit by
herself. On entering the room, he seemed to hesitate; but Jane happened
to look round, and happened to smile: it was decided. He placed himself
by her.
Elizabeth, with a triumphant sensation, looked towards his friend. He
bore it with noble indifference, and she would have imagined that Bingley
had received his sanction to be happy, had she not seen his eyes likewise
turned towards Mr. Darcy, with an expression of half-laughing alarm.
His behaviour to her sister was such during dinner time, as showed an
admiration of her, which, though more guarded than formerly, persuaded
Elizabeth that if left wholly to himself, Jane’s happiness, and his own, would
be speedily secured. Though she dared not depend upon the consequence,
she yet received pleasure from observing his behaviour. It gave her all the
animation that her spirits could boast; for she was in no cheerful humour.
Mr. Darcy was almost as far from her, as the table could divide them. He
was on one side of her mother. She knew how little such a situation would
give pleasure to either, or make either appear to advantage. She was not
near enough to hear any of their discourse, but she could see how seldom
they spoke to each other, and how formal and cold was their manner,
whenever they did. Her mother’s ungraciousness, made the sense of what
they owed him more painful to Elizabeth’s mind; and she would, at times,
have given anything to be privileged to tell him, that his kindness was
neither unknown nor unfelt by the whole of the family.
She was in hopes that the evening would afford some opportunity of
bringing them together; that the whole of the visit would not pass away
without enabling them to enter into something more of conversation, than
the mere ceremonious salutation attending his entrance. Anxious and
uneasy, the period which passed in the drawing-room, before the gentlemen
came, was wearisome and dull to a degree, that almost made her uncivil. She
looked forward to their entrance, as the point on which all her chance of
pleasure for the evening must depend.
“If he does not come to me, then,” said she, “I shall give him up forever.”
The gentlemen came; and she thought he looked as if he would have
answered her hopes; but, alas! the ladies had crowded round the table,
where Miss Bennet was making tea, and Elizabeth pouring out the coffee, in
so close a confederacy that there was not a single vacancy near her which
would admit of a chair. And on the gentlemen’s approaching, one of the girls
moved closer to her than ever, and said, in a whisper —
“The men shan’t come and part us, I am determined. We want none of
them; do we?”
Darcy had walked away to another part of the room. She followed him
with her eyes, envied everyone to whom he spoke, had scarcely patience
enough to help anybody to coffee; and then was enraged against herself for
being so silly!
“A man who has once been refused! How could I ever be foolish enough to
expect a renewal of his love? Is there one among the sex, who would not
protest against such a weakness as a second proposal to the same woman?
There is no indignity so abhorrent to their feelings!”
She was a little revived, however, by his bringing back his coffee cup
himself; and she seized the opportunity of saying, “Is your sister at
Pemberley still?”
“Yes, she will remain there till Christmas.”
“And quite alone? Have all her friends left her?”
“Mrs. Annesley is with her. The others have been gone on to Scarborough,
these three weeks.”
She could think of nothing more to say; but if he wished to converse with
her, he might have better success. He stood by her, however, for some
minutes, in silence; and, at last, on the young lady’s whispering to Elizabeth
again, he walked away.
When the tea-things were removed, and the card tables placed, the ladies
all rose, and Elizabeth was then hoping to be soon joined by him, when all
her views were overthrown by seeing him fall a victim to her mother’s
rapacity for whist players, and in a few moments after seated with the rest of
the party. She now lost every expectation of pleasure. They were confined
for the evening at different tables, and she had nothing to hope but that his
eyes were so often turned towards her side of the room, as to make him play
as unsuccessfully as herself.
Mrs. Bennet had designed to keep the two Netherfield gentlemen to
supper; but their carriage was unluckily ordered before any of the others,
and she had no opportunity of detaining them.
“Well girls,” said she, as soon as they were left to themselves, “What say
you to the day? I think everything has passed off uncommonly well, I assure
you. The dinner was as well dressed as any I ever saw. The venison was
roasted to a turn —and everybody said they never saw so fat a haunch. The
soup was fifty times better than what we had at the Lucas’s last week; and
even Mr. Darcy acknowledged, that the partridges were remarkably well
done; and I suppose he has two or three French cooks at least. And, my dear
Jane, I never saw you look in greater beauty. Mrs. Long said so too, for I
asked her whether you did not. And what do you think she said besides? ‘Ah!
Mrs. Bennet, we shall have her at Netherfield at last.’ She did indeed. I do
think Mrs. Long is as good a creature as ever lived —and her nieces are very
pretty behaved girls, and not at all handsome: I like them prodigiously.”
Mrs. Bennet, in short, was in very great spirits; she had seen enough of
Bingley’s behaviour to Jane, to be convinced that she would get him at last;
and her expectations of advantage to her family, when in a happy humour,
were so far beyond reason, that she was quite disappointed at not seeing
him there again the next day, to make his proposals.
“It has been a very agreeable day,” said Miss Bennet to Elizabeth. “The
party seemed so well selected, so suitable one with the other. I hope we may
often meet again.”
Elizabeth smiled.
“Lizzy, you must not do so. You must not suspect me. It mortifies me. I
assure you that I have now learnt to enjoy his conversation as an agreeable
and sensible young man, without having a wish beyond it. I am perfectly
satisfied from what his manners now are, that he never had any design of
engaging my affection. It is only that he is blessed with greater sweetness of
address, and a stronger desire of generally pleasing than any other man.”
“You are very cruel,” said her sister, “you will not let me smile, and are
provoking me to it every moment.”
“How hard it is in some cases to be believed!”
“And how impossible in others!”
“But why should you wish to persuade me that I feel more than
I acknowledge?”
“That is a question which I hardly know how to answer. We all love to
instruct, though we can teach only what is not worth knowing. Forgive me;
and if you persist in indifference, do not make me your confidante.”
LV
A few days after this visit, Mr. Bingley called again, and alone. His friend
had left him that morning for London, but was to return home in ten days’
time. He sat with them above an hour, and was in remarkably good spirits.
Mrs. Bennet invited him to dine with them; but, with many expressions of
concern, he confessed himself engaged elsewhere.
“Next time you call,” said she, “I hope we shall be more lucky.”
He should be particularly happy at any time, etc. etc.; and if she would
give him leave, would take an early opportunity of waiting on them.
“Can you come tomorrow?”
Yes, he had no engagement at all for tomorrow; and her invitation was
accepted with alacrity.
He came, and in such very good time, that the ladies were none of them
dressed. In ran Mrs. Bennet to her daughter’s room, in her dressing gown,
and with her hair half finished, crying out —
“My dear Jane, make haste and hurry down. He is come —Mr. Bingley is
come. He is, indeed. Make haste, make haste. Here, Sarah, come to Miss
Bennet this moment, and help her on with her gown. Never mind Miss
Lizzy’s hair.”
“We will be down as soon as we can,” said Jane; “but I dare say Kitty is
forwarder than either of us, for she went upstairs half an hour ago.”
“Oh! hang Kitty! what has she to do with it? Come be quick, be quick!
where is your sash, my dear?”
But when her mother was gone, Jane would not be prevailed on to go
down without one of her sisters.
The same anxiety to get them by themselves was visible again in the
evening. After tea, Mr. Bennet retired to the library, as was his custom, and
Mary went upstairs to her instrument. Two obstacles of the five being thus
removed, Mrs. Bennet sat looking and winking at Elizabeth and Catherine
for a considerable time, without making any impression on them. Elizabeth
would not observe her; and when at last Kitty did, she very innocently said,
“What is the matter, mamma? What do you keep winking at me for? What
am I to do?”
“Nothing child, nothing. I did not wink at you.”
She then sat still five minutes longer; but unable to waste such a precious
occasion, she suddenly got up, and saying to Kitty, “Come here, my love, I
want to speak to you,” took her out of the room. Jane instantly gave a look at
Elizabeth, which spoke her distress at such premeditation, and her entreaty
that she would not give into it.
In a few minutes, Mrs. Bennet half opened the door and called out, “Lizzy,
my dear, I want to speak with you.”
Elizabeth was forced to go. “We may as well leave them by themselves you
know;” said her mother as soon as she was in the hall. “Kitty and I are going
upstairs to sit in my dressing-room.”
Elizabeth made no attempt to reason with her mother, but remained
quietly in the hall, till she and Kitty were out of sight, then returned into the
drawing-room.
Mrs. Bennet’s schemes for this day were ineffectual. Bingley was
everything that was charming, except the professed lover of her daughter.
His ease and cheerfulness rendered him a most agreeable addition to their
evening party; and he bore with the ill-judged officiousness of the mother,
and heard all her silly remarks with a forbearance and command of
countenance, particularly grateful to the daughter.
He scarcely needed an invitation to stay supper; and before he went away,
an engagement was formed, chiefly through his own and Mrs. Bennet’s
means, for his coming next morning to shoot with her husband.
After this day, Jane said no more of her indifference. Not a word passed
between the sisters concerning Bingley; but Elizabeth went to bed in the
happy belief that all must speedily be concluded, unless Mr. Darcy returned
within the stated time. Seriously, however, she felt tolerably persuaded that
all this must have taken place with that gentleman’s concurrence.
Bingley was punctual to his appointment; and he and Mr. Bennet spent
the morning together, as had been agreed on. The latter was much more
agreeable than his companion expected. There was nothing of presumption
or folly in Bingley that could provoke his ridicule, or disgust him into
silence; and he was more communicative, and less eccentric than the other
had ever seen him. Bingley of course returned with him to dinner; and in the
evening Mrs. Bennet’s invention was again at work to get everybody away
from him and her daughter. Elizabeth, who had a letter to write, went into
the breakfast room for that purpose soon after tea; for as the others were all
going to sit down to cards, she could not be wanted to counteract her
mother’s schemes.
But on returning to the drawing-room, when her letter was finished, she
saw, to her infinite surprise, there was reason to fear that her mother had
been too ingenious for her. On opening the door, she perceived her sister
and Bingley standing together over the hearth, as if engaged in earnest
conversation; and had this led to no suspicion, the faces of both as they
hastily turned round, and moved away from each other, would have told it
all. Their situation was awkward enough; but hers she thought was still
worse. Not a syllable was uttered by either; and Elizabeth was on the point
of going away again, when Bingley, who as well as the other had sat down,
suddenly rose, and whispering a few words to her sister, ran out of the room.
Jane could have no reserves from Elizabeth, where confidence would give
pleasure; and instantly embracing her, acknowledged, with the liveliest
emotion, that she was the happiest creature in the world.
“ ’Tis too much!” she added, “by far too much. I do not deserve it. Oh! why
is not everybody as happy?”
Elizabeth’s congratulations were given with a sincerity, a warmth, a
delight, which words could but poorly express. Every sentence of kindness
was a fresh source of happiness to Jane. But she would not allow herself to
stay with her sister, or say half that remained to be said, for the present.
“I must go instantly to my mother;” she cried. “I would not on any account
trifle with her affectionate solicitude; or allow her to hear it from anyone but
myself. He is gone to my father already. Oh! Lizzy, to know that what I have
to relate will give such pleasure to all my dear family! how shall I bear so
much happiness!”
She then hastened away to her mother, who had purposely broken up the
card party, and was sitting upstairs with Kitty.
Elizabeth, who was left by herself, now smiled at the rapidity and ease
with which an affair was finally settled, that had given them so many
previous months of suspense and vexation.
“And this,” said she, “is the end of all his friend’s anxious circumspection!
of all his sister’s falsehood and contrivance! the happiest, wisest, most
reasonable end!”
In a few minutes she was joined by Bingley, whose conference with her
father had been short and to the purpose.
“Where is your sister?” said he hastily, as he opened the door.
“With my mother upstairs. She will be down in a moment I dare say.”
He then shut the door, and coming up to her, claimed the good wishes and
affection of a sister. Elizabeth honestly and heartily expressed her delight in
the prospect of their relationship. They shook hands with great cordiality;
and then till her sister came down, she had to listen to all he had to say, of
his own happiness, and of Jane’s perfections; and in spite of his being a
lover, Elizabeth really believed all his expectations of felicity to be rationally
founded, because they had for basis the excellent understanding, and super-
excellent disposition of Jane, and a general similarity of feeling and taste
between her and himself.
It was an evening of no common delight to them all; the satisfaction of
Miss Bennet’s mind gave a glow of such sweet animation to her face, as
made her look handsomer than ever. Kitty simpered and smiled, and hoped
her turn was coming soon. Mrs. Bennet could not give her consent, or speak
her approbation in terms warm enough to satisfy her feelings, though she
talked to Bingley of nothing else, for half an hour; and when Mr. Bennet
joined them at supper, his voice and manner plainly showed how really
happy he was.
Not a word, however, passed his lips in allusion to it, till their visitor took
his leave for the night; but as soon as he was gone, he turned to his daughter
and said —
“Jane, I congratulate you. You will be a very happy woman.”
Jane went to him instantly, kissed him, and thanked him for his goodness.
“You are a good girl;” he replied, “and I have great pleasure in thinking
you will be so happily settled. I have not a doubt of your doing very well
together. Your tempers are by no means unlike. You are each of you so
complying, that nothing will ever be resolved on; so easy, that every servant
will cheat you; and so generous, that you will always exceed your income.”
“I hope not so. Imprudence or thoughtlessness in money matters would
be unpardonable in me.”
“Exceed their income! My dear Mr. Bennet,” cried his wife, “what are you
talking of? Why, he has four or five thousand a year, and very likely more.”
Then addressing her daughter, “Oh! my dear, dear Jane, I am so happy! I
am sure I sha’nt get a wink of sleep all night. I knew how it would be. I
always said it must be so, at last. I was sure you could not be so beautiful for
nothing! I remember, as soon as ever I saw him, when he first came into
Hertfordshire last year, I thought how likely it was that you should come
together. Oh! he is the handsomest young man that ever was seen!”
Wickham, Lydia, were all forgotten. Jane was beyond competition her
favourite child. At that moment, she cared for no other. Her younger sisters
soon began to make interest with her for objects of happiness which she
might in future be able to dispense.
Mary petitioned for the use of the library at Netherfield; and Kitty begged
very hard for a few balls there every winter.
Bingley, from this time, was of course a daily visitor at Longbourn;
coming frequently before breakfast, and always remaining till after supper;
unless when some barbarous neighbour, who could not be enough detested,
had given him an invitation to dinner, which he thought himself obliged
to accept.
Elizabeth had now but little time for conversation with her sister; for
while he was present, Jane had no attention to bestow on anyone else; but
she found herself considerably useful to both of them, in those hours of
separation that must sometimes occur. In the absence of Jane, he always
attached himself to Elizabeth, for the pleasure of talking of her; and when
Bingley was gone, Jane constantly sought the same means of relief.
“He has made me so happy,” said she, one evening, “by telling me, that
he was totally ignorant of my being in town last spring! I had not believed
it possible.”
“I suspected as much,” replied Elizabeth. “But how did he account for it?”
“It must have been his sister’s doing. They were certainly no friends to his
acquaintance with me, which I cannot wonder at, since he might have
chosen so much more advantageously in many respects. But when they see,
as I trust they will, that their brother is happy with me, they will learn to be
contented, and we shall be on good terms again; though we can never be
what we once were to each other.”
“That is the most unforgiving speech,” said Elizabeth, “that I ever heard
you utter. Good girl! It would vex me, indeed, to see you again the dupe of
Miss Bingley’s pretended regard.”
“Would you believe it, Lizzy, that when he went to town last November, he
really loved me, and nothing but a persuasion of my being indifferent, would
have prevented his coming down again!”
“He made a little mistake to be sure; but it is to the credit of his modesty.”
This naturally introduced a panegyric from Jane on his diffidence, and the
little value he put on his own good qualities.
Elizabeth was pleased to find, that he had not betrayed the interference
of his friend, for, though Jane had the most generous and forgiving heart
in the world, she knew it was a circumstance which must prejudice her
against him.
“I am certainly the most fortunate creature that ever existed!” cried Jane.
“Oh! Lizzy, why am I thus singled from my family, and blessed above them
all! If I could but see you as happy! If there were but such another man
for you!”
“If you were to give me forty such men, I never could be so happy as you.
Till I have your disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness.
No, no, let me shift for myself; and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may
meet with another Mr. Collins in time.”
The situation of affairs in the Longbourn family could not be long a secret.
Mrs. Bennet was privileged to whisper it to Mrs. Philips, and she ventured,
without any permission, to do the same by all her neighbours in Meryton.
The Bennets were speedily pronounced to be the luckiest family in the
world, though only a few weeks before, when Lydia had first run away, they
had been generally proved to be marked out for misfortune.
LVI
One morning, about a week after Bingley’s engagement with Jane had been
formed, as he and the females of the family were sitting together in the
dining-room, their attention was suddenly drawn to the window by the
sound of a carriage; and they perceived a chaise and four driving up the
lawn. It was too early in the morning for visitors, and besides, the equipage
did not answer to that of any of their neighbours. The horses were post; and
neither the carriage, nor the livery of the servant who preceded it, were
familiar to them. As it was certain, however, that somebody was coming,
Bingley instantly prevailed on Miss Bennet to avoid the confinement of such
an intrusion, and walk away with him into the shrubbery. They both set off,
and the conjectures of the remaining three continued, though with little
satisfaction, till the door was thrown open, and their visitor entered. It was
Lady Catherine de Bourgh.
They were of course all intending to be surprised; but their astonishment
was beyond their expectation; and on the part of Mrs. Bennet and
Kitty, though she was perfectly unknown to them, even inferior to what
Elizabeth felt.
She entered the room with an air more than usually ungracious, made no
other reply to Elizabeth’s salutation, than a slight inclination of the head,
and sat down without saying a word. Elizabeth had mentioned her name to
her mother, on her ladyship’s entrance, though no request of introduction
had been made.
Mrs. Bennet, all amazement, though flattered by having a guest of such
high importance, received her with the utmost politeness. After sitting for a
moment in silence, she said very stiffly to Elizabeth —
“I hope you are well, Miss Bennet. That lady I suppose is your mother.”
Elizabeth replied very concisely that she was.
“And that I suppose is one of your sisters.”
“Yes, madam,” said Mrs. Bennet, delighted to speak to a Lady Catherine.
“She is my youngest girl but one. My youngest of all, is lately married, and
my eldest is somewhere about the grounds, walking with a young man, who
I believe will soon become a part of the family.”
“You have a very small park here,” returned Lady Catherine after a
short silence.
“It is nothing in comparison of Rosings, my lady, I dare say; but I assure
you it is much larger than Sir William Lucas’s.”
“This must be a most inconvenient sitting room for the evening, in
summer; the windows are full west.”
Mrs. Bennet assured her that they never sat there after dinner; and
then added —
“May I take the liberty of asking your ladyship whether you left Mr. and
Mrs. Collins well.”
“Yes, very well. I saw them the night before last.”
Elizabeth now expected that she would produce a letter for her from
Charlotte, as it seemed the only probable motive for her calling. But no letter
appeared, and she was completely puzzled.
Mrs. Bennet, with great civility, begged her ladyship to take some
refreshment; but Lady Catherine very resolutely, and not very politely,
declined eating anything; and then rising up, said to Elizabeth —
“Miss Bennet, there seemed to be a prettyish kind of a little wilderness on
one side of your lawn. I should be glad to take a turn in it, if you will favour
me with your company.”
“Go, my dear,” cried her mother, “and show her ladyship about the
different walks. I think she will be pleased with the hermitage.”
Elizabeth obeyed, and running into her own room for her parasol,
attended her noble guest downstairs. As they passed through the hall, Lady
Catherine opened the doors into the dining-parlour and drawing-room,
and pronouncing them, after a short survey, to be decent looking rooms,
walked on.
Her carriage remained at the door, and Elizabeth saw that her waiting-
woman was in it. They proceeded in silence along the gravel walk that led to
the copse; Elizabeth was determined to make no effort for conversation with
a woman, who was now more than usually insolent and disagreeable.
“How could I ever think her like her nephew?” said she, as she looked in
her face.
As soon as they entered the copse, Lady Catherine began in the
following manner: —
“You can be at no loss, Miss Bennet, to understand the reason of my
journey hither. Your own heart, your own conscience, must tell you why
I come.”
Elizabeth looked with unaffected astonishment.
“Indeed, you are mistaken, Madam. I have not been at all able to account
for the honour of seeing you here.”
“Miss Bennet,” replied her ladyship, in an angry tone, “you ought to know
that I am not to be trifled with. But however insincere you may choose to be,
you shall not find me so. My character has ever been celebrated for its
sincerity and frankness, and in a cause of such moment as this, I shall
certainly not depart from it. A report of a most alarming nature reached me
two days ago. I was told that not only your sister was on the point of being
most advantageously married, but that you, that Miss Elizabeth Bennet,
would, in all likelihood, be soon afterwards united to my nephew, my own
nephew, Mr. Darcy. Though I know it must be a scandalous falsehood;
though I would not injure him so much as to suppose the truth of it possible,
I instantly resolved on setting off for this place, that I might make my
sentiments known to you.”
“If you believed it impossible to be true,” said Elizabeth, colouring with
astonishment and disdain, “I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far.
What could your ladyship propose by it?”
“At once to insist upon having such a report universally contradicted.”
“Your coming to Longbourn, to see me and my family,” said Elizabeth,
coolly, “will be rather a confirmation of it; if, indeed, such a report is
in existence.”
“If! do you then pretend to be ignorant of it? Has it not been industriously
circulated by yourselves? Do you not know that such a report is
spread abroad?”
“I never heard that it was.”
“And can you likewise declare, that there is no foundation for it?”
“I do not pretend to possess equal frankness with your ladyship. You may
ask questions, which I shall not choose to answer.”
“This is not to be borne. Miss Bennet, I insist on being satisfied. Has he,
has my nephew, made you an offer of marriage?”
“Your ladyship has declared it to be impossible.”
“It ought to be so; it must be so, while he retains the use of his reason. But
your arts and allurements may, in a moment of infatuation, have made him
forget what he owes to himself and to all his family. You may have drawn
him in.”
“If I have, I shall be the last person to confess it.”
“Miss Bennet, do you know who I am? I have not been accustomed to such
language as this. I am almost the nearest relation he has in the world, and
am entitled to know all his dearest concerns.”
“But you are not entitled to know mine; nor will such behaviour as this,
ever induce me to be explicit.”
“Let me be rightly understood. This match, to which you have the
presumption to aspire, can never take place. No, never. Mr. Darcy is
engaged to my daughter. Now what have you to say?”
“Only this; that if he is so, you can have no reason to suppose he will make
an offer to me.”
Lady Catherine hesitated for a moment, and then replied —
“The engagement between them is of a peculiar kind. From their infancy,
they have been intended for each other. It was the favourite wish of his
mother, as well as of hers. While in their cradles, we planned the union: and
now, at the moment when the wishes of both sisters would be accomplished,
in their marriage, to be prevented by a young woman of inferior birth, of no
importance in the world, and wholly unallied to the family! Do you pay no
regard to the wishes of his friends? To his tacit engagement with Miss
de Bourgh? Are you lost to every feeling of propriety and delicacy? Have
you not heard me say, that from his earliest hours he was destined for
his cousin?”
“Yes, and I had heard it before. But what is that to me? If there is no other
objection to my marrying your nephew, I shall certainly not be kept from it,
by knowing that his mother and aunt wished him to marry Miss de Bourgh.
You both did as much as you could, in planning the marriage. Its completion
depended on others. If Mr. Darcy is neither by honour nor inclination
confined to his cousin, why is not he to make another choice? And if I am
that choice, why may not I accept him?”
“Because honour, decorum, prudence, nay, interest, forbid it. Yes, Miss
Bennet, interest; for do not expect to be noticed by his family or friends, if
you wilfully act against the inclinations of all. You will be censured, slighted,
and despised, by everyone connected with him. Your alliance will be a
disgrace; your name will never even be mentioned by any of us.”
“These are heavy misfortunes,” replied Elizabeth. “But the wife of
Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness necessarily
attached to her situation, that she could, upon the whole, have no cause
to repine.”
“Obstinate, headstrong girl! I am ashamed of you! Is this your gratitude
for my attentions to you last spring? Is nothing due to me on that score?
“Let us sit down. You are to understand, Miss Bennet, that I came here
with the determined resolution of carrying my purpose; nor will I be
dissuaded from it. I have not been used to submit to any person’s whims. I
have not been in the habit of brooking disappointment.”
“That will make your ladyship’s situation at present more pitiable; but it
will have no effect on me.”
“I will not be interrupted. Hear me in silence. My daughter and my
nephew are formed for each other. They are descended on the maternal side,
from the same noble line; and, on the father’s, from respectable,
honourable, and ancient, though untitled families. Their fortune on both
sides is splendid. They are destined for each other by the voice of every
member of their respective houses; and what is to divide them? The upstart
pretensions of a young woman without family, connections, or fortune. Is
this to be endured! But it must not, shall not be. If you were sensible of your
own good, you would not wish to quit the sphere, in which you have been
brought up.”
“In marrying your nephew, I should not consider myself as quitting
that sphere. He is a gentleman; I am a gentleman’s daughter; so far we
are equal.”
“True. You are a gentleman’s daughter. But who was your mother? Who
are your uncles and aunts? Do not imagine me ignorant of their condition.”
“Whatever my connections may be,” said Elizabeth, “if your nephew does
not object to them, they can be nothing to you.”
“Tell me once for all, are you engaged to him?”
Though Elizabeth would not, for the mere purpose of obliging Lady
Catherine, have answered this question; she could not but say, after a
moment’s deliberation —
“I am not.”
Lady Catherine seemed pleased.
“And will you promise me never to enter into such an engagement?”
“I will make no promise of the kind.”
“Miss Bennet, I am shocked and astonished. I expected to find a more
reasonable young woman. But do not deceive yourself into a belief that I
will ever recede. I shall not go away, till you have given me the assurance
I require.”
“And I certainly never shall give it. I am not to be intimidated into
anything so wholly unreasonable. Your ladyship wants Mr. Darcy to marry
your daughter; but would my giving you the wished-for promise, make their
marriage at all more probable? Supposing him to be attached to me, would
my refusing to accept his hand, make him wish to bestow it on his cousin?
Allow me to say, Lady Catherine, that the arguments with which you have
supported this extraordinary application have been as frivolous as the
application was ill-judged. You have widely mistaken my character, if you
think I can be worked on by such persuasions as these. How far your
nephew might approve of your interference in his affairs, I cannot tell; but
you have certainly no right to concern yourself in mine. I must beg,
therefore, to be importuned no farther on the subject.”
“Not so hasty, if you please. I have by no means done. To all the objections
I have already urged, I have still another to add. I am no stranger to the
particulars of your youngest sister’s infamous elopement. I know it all; that
the young man’s marrying her, was a patched-up business, at the expense of
your father and uncles. And is such a girl to be my nephew’s sister? Is her
husband, is the son of his late father’s steward, to be his brother? Heaven
and earth! —of what are you thinking? Are the shades of Pemberley to be
thus polluted?”
“You can now have nothing farther to say,” she resentfully answered.
“You have insulted me, in every possible method. I must beg to return to
the house.”
And she rose as she spoke. Lady Catherine rose also, and they turned
back. Her ladyship was highly incensed.
“You have no regard, then, for the honour and credit of my nephew!
Unfeeling, selfish girl! Do you not consider that a connection with you must
disgrace him in the eyes of everybody?”
“Lady Catherine, I have nothing further to say. You know my sentiments.”
“You are then resolved to have him?”
“I have said no such thing. I am only resolved to act in that manner which
will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you,
or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.”
“It is well. You refuse, then, to oblige me. You refuse to obey the claims of
duty, honour, and gratitude. You are determined to ruin him in the opinion
of all his friends, and make him the contempt of the world.”
“Neither duty, nor honour, nor gratitude,” replied Elizabeth, “have any
possible claim on me, in the present instance. No principle of either, would
be violated by my marriage with Mr. Darcy. And with regard to the
resentment of his family, or the indignation of the world, if the former were
excited by his marrying me, it would not give me one moment’s concern —
and the world in general would have too much sense to join in the scorn.”
“And this is your real opinion! This is your final resolve! Very well. I shall
now know how to act. Do not imagine, Miss Bennet, that your ambition will
ever be gratified. I came to try you. I hoped to find you reasonable; but
depend upon it I will carry my point.”
In this manner Lady Catherine talked on, till they were at the door of the
carriage, when turning hastily round, she added —
“I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet. I send no compliments to your
mother. You deserve no such attention. I am most seriously displeased.”
Elizabeth made no answer; and without attempting to persuade her
ladyship to return into the house, walked quietly into it herself. She heard
the carriage drive away as she proceeded upstairs. Her mother impatiently
met her at the door of the dressing-room, to ask why Lady Catherine would
not come in again and rest herself.
“She did not choose it,” said her daughter, “she would go.”
“She is a very fine-looking woman! and her calling here was prodigiously
civil! for she only came, I suppose, to tell us the Collinses were well. She is
on her road somewhere, I dare say, and so passing through Meryton,
thought she might as well call on you. I suppose she had nothing particular
to say to you, Lizzy?”
Elizabeth was forced to give into a little falsehood here; for to
acknowledge the substance of their conversation was impossible.
LVII
The discomposure of spirits which this extraordinary visit threw Elizabeth
into could not be easily overcome; nor could she for many hours learn to
think of it less than incessantly. Lady Catherine it appeared, had actually
taken the trouble of this journey from Rosings, for the sole purpose of
breaking off her supposed engagement with Mr. Darcy. It was a rational
scheme to be sure! but from what the report of their engagement could
originate, Elizabeth was at a loss to imagine; till she recollected that his
being the intimate friend of Bingley, and her being the sister of Jane, was
enough, at a time when the expectation of one wedding, made everybody
eager for another to supply the idea. She had not herself forgotten to feel
that the marriage of her sister must bring them more frequently together.
And her neighbours at Lucas lodge, therefore, (for through their
communication with the Collinses, the report she concluded had reached
Lady Catherine) had only set that down, as almost certain and immediate,
which she had looked forward to as possible, at some future time.
In revolving Lady Catherine’s expressions, however, she could not help
feeling some uneasiness as to the possible consequence of her persisting in
this interference. From what she had said of her resolution to prevent their
marriage, it occurred to Elizabeth that she must meditate an application to
her nephew; and how he might take a similar representation of the evils
attached to a connection with her, she dared not pronounce. She knew not
the exact degree of his affection for his aunt, or his dependence on her
judgment, but it was natural to suppose that he thought much higher of her
ladyship than she could do; and it was certain, that in enumerating the
miseries of a marriage with one, whose immediate connections were so
unequal to his own, his aunt would address him on his weakest side. With
his notions of dignity, he would probably feel that the arguments, which to
Elizabeth had appeared weak and ridiculous, contained much good sense
and solid reasoning.
If he had been wavering before as to what he should do, which had often
seemed likely, the advice and entreaty of so near a relation might settle
every doubt, and determine him at once to be as happy, as dignity
unblemished could make him. In that case he would return no more. Lady
Catherine might see him in her way through town; and his engagement to
Bingley of coming again to Netherfield must give way.
“If, therefore, an excuse for not keeping his promise should come to his
friend within a few days,” she added, “I shall know how to understand it. I
shall then give over every expectation, every wish of his constancy. If he is
satisfied with only regretting me, when he might have obtained my
affections and hand, I shall soon cease to regret him at all.”
The surprise of the rest of the family on hearing who their visitor had been,
was very great; but they obligingly satisfied it with the same kind of
supposition which had appeased Mrs. Bennet’s curiosity; and Elizabeth was
spared from much teasing on the subject.
The next morning, as she was going downstairs, she was met by her
father, who came out of his library with a letter in his hand.
“Lizzy,” said he, “I was going to look for you; come into my room.”
She followed him thither; and her curiosity to know what he had to tell
her, was heightened by the supposition of its being in some manner
connected with the letter he held. It suddenly struck her that it might
be from Lady Catherine; and she anticipated with dismay all the
consequent explanations.
She followed her father to the fireplace, and they both sat down. He
then said —
“I have received a letter this morning that has astonished me exceedingly.
As it principally concerns yourself, you ought to know its contents. I did not
know before, that I had two daughters on the brink of matrimony. Let me
congratulate you on a very important conquest.”
The colour now rushed into Elizabeth’s cheeks in the instantaneous
conviction of its being a letter from the nephew, instead of the aunt; and she
was undetermined whether most to be pleased that he explained himself at
all, or offended that his letter was not rather addressed to herself; when her
father continued —
“You look conscious. Young ladies have great penetration in such matters
as these; but I think I may defy even your sagacity to discover the name of
your admirer. This letter is from Mr. Collins.”
“From Mr. Collins! and what can he have to say?”
“Something very much to the purpose of course. He begins with
congratulations on the approaching nuptials of my eldest daughter, of which
it seems he has been told, by some of the good-natured, gossiping Lucases. I
shall not sport with your impatience by reading what he says on that point.
What relates to yourself, is as follows: ‘Having thus offered you the sincere
congratulations of Mrs. Collins and myself on this happy event, let me now
add a short hint on the subject of another: of which we have been advertised
by the same authority. Your daughter Elizabeth, it is presumed, will not long
bear the name of Bennet, after her elder sister has resigned it, and the
chosen partner of her fate, may be reasonably looked up to, as one of the
most illustrious personages in this land.’
“Can you possibly guess, Lizzy, who is meant by this? ‘This young
gentleman is blessed in a peculiar way, with everything the heart of mortal
can most desire —splendid property, noble kindred, and extensive
patronage. Yet in spite of all these temptations, let me warn my cousin
Elizabeth, and yourself, of what evils you may incur, by a precipitate closure
with this gentleman’s proposals, which, of course, you will be inclined to
take immediate advantage of.’
“Have you any idea, Lizzy, who this gentleman is? But now it comes out —
“ ‘My motive for cautioning you is as follows. We have reason to imagine
that his aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, does not look on the match with a
friendly eye.’
“Mr. Darcy, you see, is the man! Now, Lizzy, I think I have surprised you.
Could he, or the Lucases, have pitched on any man within the circle of our
acquaintance, whose name would have given the lie more effectually to what
they related? Mr. Darcy, who never looks at any woman but to see a blemish,
and who probably never looked at you in his life! It is admirable!”
Elizabeth tried to join in her father’s pleasantry, but could only force one
most reluctant smile. Never had his wit been directed in a manner so little
agreeable to her.
“Are you not diverted?”
“Oh! yes. Pray read on.”
“ ‘After mentioning the likelihood of this marriage to her ladyship last
night, she immediately, with her usual condescension, expressed what she
felt on the occasion; when it became apparent, that on the score of some
family objections on the part of my cousin, she would never give her consent
to what she termed so disgraceful a match. I thought it my duty to give the
speediest intelligence of this to my cousin, that she and her noble admirer
may be aware of what they are about, and not run hastily into a marriage
which has not been properly sanctioned.’ Mr. Collins, moreover, adds, ‘I am
truly rejoiced that my cousin Lydia’s sad business has been so well hushed
up, and am only concerned that their living together before the marriage
took place, should be so generally known. I must not, however, neglect the
duties of my station, or refrain from declaring my amazement, at hearing
that you received the young couple into your house as soon as they were
married. It was an encouragement of vice; and had I been the rector of
Longbourn, I should very strenuously have opposed it. You ought certainly
to forgive them as a Christian, but never to admit them in your sight, or
allow their names to be mentioned in your hearing.’ That is his notion of
Christian forgiveness! The rest of his letter is only about his dear Charlotte’s
situation, and his expectation of a young olive-branch. But, Lizzy, you look
as if you did not enjoy it. You are not going to be missish, I hope, and
pretend to be affronted at an idle report. For what do we live but to make
sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?”
“Oh!” cried Elizabeth, “I am excessively diverted. But it is so strange!”
“Yes —that is what makes it amusing. Had they fixed on any other man it
would have been nothing; but his perfect indifference, and your pointed
dislike, make it so delightfully absurd! Much as I abominate writing, I would
not give up Mr. Collins’s correspondence for any consideration. Nay, when I
read a letter of his, I cannot help giving him the preference even over
Wickham, much as I value the impudence and hypocrisy of my son-in-law.
And pray, Lizzy, what said Lady Catherine about this report? Did she call to
refuse her consent?”
To this question his daughter replied only with a laugh; and as it had been
asked without the least suspicion, she was not distressed by his repeating it.
Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what
they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.
Her father had most cruelly mortified her, by what he said of Mr. Darcy’s
indifference, and she could do nothing but wonder at such a want of
penetration, or fear that perhaps, instead of his seeing too little, she might
have fancied too much.
LVIII
Instead of receiving any such letter of excuse from his friend, as Elizabeth
half expected Mr. Bingley to do, he was able to bring Darcy with him to
Longbourn before many days had passed after Lady Catherine’s visit. The
gentlemen arrived early; and, before Mrs. Bennet had time to tell him of
their having seen his aunt, of which her daughter sat in momentary dread,
Bingley, who wanted to be alone with Jane, proposed their all walking out. It
was agreed to. Mrs. Bennet was not in the habit of walking, Mary could
never spare time, but the remaining five set off together. Bingley and Jane,
however, soon allowed the others to outstrip them. They lagged behind,
while Elizabeth, Kitty, and Darcy, were to entertain each other. Very little
was said by either; Kitty was too much afraid of him to talk; Elizabeth was
secretly forming a desperate resolution; and perhaps he might be doing
the same.
They walked towards the Lucases, because Kitty wished to call upon
Maria; and as Elizabeth saw no occasion for making it a general concern,
when Kitty left them, she went boldly on with him alone. Now was the
moment for her resolution to be executed, and, while her courage was high,
she immediately said —
“Mr. Darcy, I am a very selfish creature; and, for the sake of giving relief
to my own feelings, care not how much I may be wounding yours. I can no
longer help thanking you for your unexampled kindness to my poor sister.
Ever since I have known it, I have been most anxious to acknowledge to you
how gratefully I feel it. Were it known to the rest of my family, I should not
have merely my own gratitude to express.”
“I am sorry, exceedingly sorry,” replied Darcy, in a tone of surprise and
emotion, “that you have ever been informed of what may, in a mistaken
light, have given you uneasiness. I did not think Mrs. Gardiner was so little
to be trusted.”
“You must not blame my aunt. Lydia’s thoughtlessness first betrayed to
me that you had been concerned in the matter; and, of course, I could not
rest till I knew the particulars. Let me thank you again and again, in the
name of all my family, for that generous compassion which induced you to
take so much trouble, and bear so many mortifications, for the sake of
discovering them.”
“If you will thank me,” he replied, “let it be for yourself alone. That the
wish of giving happiness to you might add force to the other inducements
which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your family owe me
nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of you.”
Elizabeth was too much embarrassed to say a word. After a short pause,
her companion added, “You are too generous to trifle with me. If your
feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections
and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this
subject forever.”
Elizabeth, feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anxiety of
his situation, now forced herself to speak; and immediately, though not very
fluently, gave him to understand that her sentiments had undergone so
material a change since the period to which he alluded, as to make her
receive with gratitude and pleasure his present assurances. The happiness
which this reply produced was such as he had probably never felt before;
and he expressed himself on the occasion as sensibly and as warmly as a
man violently in love can be supposed to do. Had Elizabeth been able to
encounter his eye, she might have seen how well the expression of heartfelt
delight, diffused over his face, became him; but, though she could not
look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings, which, in proving of
what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment
more valuable.
They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much
to be thought; and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects. She soon
learnt that they were indebted for their present good understanding to the
efforts of his aunt, who did call on him in her return through London, and
there relate her journey to Longbourn, its motive, and the substance of her
conversation with Elizabeth; dwelling emphatically on every expression of
the latter, which, in her ladyship’s apprehension, peculiarly denoted her
perverseness and assurance, in the belief that such a relation must assist
her endeavours to obtain that promise from her nephew, which she
had refused to give. But, unluckily for her ladyship, its effect had been
exactly contrariwise.
“It taught me to hope,” said he, “as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to
hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain that, had you
been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have
acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly.”
Elizabeth coloured and laughed as she replied, “Yes, you know enough
of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so
abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all
your relations.”
“What did you say of me, that I did not deserve? For though your
accusations were ill-founded, formed on mistaken premises, my behaviour
to you at the time had merited the severest reproof. It was unpardonable. I
cannot think of it without abhorrence.”
“We will not quarrel for the greater share of blame annexed to that
evening,” said Elizabeth. “The conduct of neither, if strictly examined, will
be irreproachable; but since then we have both, I hope, improved in civility.”
“I cannot be so easily reconciled to myself. The recollection of what I then
said, of my conduct, my manners, my expressions during the whole of it, is
now, and has been many months, inexpressibly painful to me. Your reproof,
so well applied, I shall never forget: ‘had you behaved in a more gentleman-
like manner.’ Those were your words. You know not, you can scarcely
conceive, how they have tortured me; —though it was some time, I confess,
before I was reasonable enough to allow their justice.”
“I was certainly very far from expecting them to make so strong an
impression. I had not the smallest idea of their being ever felt in such
a way.”
“I can easily believe it. You thought me then devoid of every proper
feeling, I am sure you did. The turn of your countenance I shall never forget,
as you said that I could not have addressed you in any possible way, that
would induce you to accept me.”
“Oh! do not repeat what I then said. These recollections will not do at all. I
assure you, that I have long been most heartily ashamed of it.”
Darcy mentioned his letter. “Did it,” said he, “did it soon make you think
better of me? Did you, on reading it, give any credit to its contents?”
She explained what its effect on her had been, and how gradually all her
former prejudices had been removed.
“I knew,” said he, “that what I wrote must give you pain, but it was
necessary. I hope you have destroyed the letter. There was one part
especially, the opening of it, which I should dread your having the power of
reading again. I can remember some expressions which might justly make
you hate me.”
“The letter shall certainly be burnt, if you believe it essential to the
preservation of my regard; but, though we have both reason to think my
opinions not entirely unalterable, they are not, I hope, quite so easily
changed as that implies.”
“When I wrote that letter,” replied Darcy, “I believed myself perfectly calm
and cool, but I am since convinced that it was written in a dreadful
bitterness of spirit.”
“The letter, perhaps, began in bitterness, but it did not end so. The adieu
is charity itself. But think no more of the letter. The feelings of the person
who wrote, and the person who received it, are now so widely different from
what they were then, that every unpleasant circumstance attending it, ought
to be forgotten. You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the
past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.”
“I cannot give you credit for any philosophy of the kind. Your
retrospections must be so totally void of reproach, that the contentment
arising from them, is not of philosophy, but what is much better, of
ignorance. But with me, it is not so. Painful recollections will intrude, which
cannot, which ought not to be repelled. I have been a selfish being all my
life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was
right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good
principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an
only son, (for many years an only child) I was spoilt by my parents, who
though good themselves, (my father particularly, all that was benevolent and
amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and
overbearing, to care for none beyond my own family circle, to think meanly
of all the rest of the world, to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and
worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty;
and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth!
What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but
most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without
a doubt of my reception. You showed me how insufficient were all my
pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.”
“Had you then persuaded yourself that I should?”
“Indeed I had. What will you think of my vanity? I believed you to be
wishing, expecting my addresses.”
“My manners must have been in fault, but not intentionally I assure you. I
never meant to deceive you, but my spirits might often lead me wrong. How
you must have hated me after that evening?”
“Hate you! I was angry perhaps at first, but my anger soon began to take a
proper direction.”
“I am almost afraid of asking what you thought of me; when we met at
Pemberley. You blamed me for coming?”
“No indeed; I felt nothing but surprise.”
“Your surprise could not be greater than mine in being noticed by you. My
conscience told me that I deserved no extraordinary politeness, and I
confess that I did not expect to receive more than my due.”
“My object then,” replied Darcy, “was to show you, by every civility in my
power, that I was not so mean as to resent the past; and I hoped to obtain
your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your
reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introduced
themselves I can hardly tell, but I believe in about half an hour after I had
seen you.”
He then told her of Georgiana’s delight in her acquaintance, and of her
disappointment at its sudden interruption; which naturally leading to the
cause of that interruption, she soon learnt that his resolution of following
her from Derbyshire in quest of her sister had been formed before he quitted
the inn, and that his gravity and thoughtfulness there had arisen from no
other struggles than what such a purpose must comprehend.
She expressed her gratitude again, but it was too painful a subject to each,
to be dwelt on farther.
After walking several miles in a leisurely manner, and too busy to know
anything about it, they found at last, on examining their watches, that it was
time to be at home.
“What could become of Mr. Bingley and Jane!” was a wonder which
introduced the discussion of their affairs. Darcy was delighted with their
engagement; his friend had given him the earliest information of it.
“I must ask whether you were surprised?” said Elizabeth.
“Not at all. When I went away, I felt that it would soon happen.”
“That is to say, you had given your permission. I guessed as much.” And
though he exclaimed at the term, she found that it had been pretty much
the case.
“On the evening before my going to London,” said he, “I made a
confession to him, which I believe I ought to have made long ago. I told him
of all that had occurred to make my former interference in his affairs,
absurd and impertinent. His surprise was great. He had never had the
slightest suspicion. I told him, moreover, that I believed myself mistaken in
supposing, as I had done, that your sister was indifferent to him; and as I
could easily perceive that his attachment to her was unabated, I felt no
doubt of their happiness together.”
Elizabeth could not help smiling at his easy manner of directing his friend.
“Did you speak from your own observation,” said she, “when you told him
that my sister loved him, or merely from my information last spring?”
“From the former. I had narrowly observed her during the two visits
which I had lately made her here; and I was convinced of her affection.”
“And your assurance of it, I suppose, carried immediate conviction
to him.”
“It did. Bingley is most unaffectedly modest. His diffidence had prevented
his depending on his own judgment in so anxious a case, but his reliance on
mine, made everything easy. I was obliged to confess one thing, which for a
time, and not unjustly, offended him. I could not allow myself to conceal
that your sister had been in town three months last winter, that I had known
it, and purposely kept it from him. He was angry. But his anger, I am
persuaded, lasted no longer than he remained in any doubt of your sister’s
sentiments. He has heartily forgiven me now.”
Elizabeth longed to observe that Mr. Bingley had been a most delightful
friend; so easily guided that his worth was invaluable; but she checked
herself. She remembered that he had yet to learn to be laughed at, and it was
rather too early to begin. In anticipating the happiness of Bingley, which of
course was to be inferior only to his own, he continued the conversation till
they reached the house. In the hall they parted.
LIX
“My dear Lizzy, where can you have been walking to?” was a question which
Elizabeth received from Jane as soon as she entered the room, and from all
the others when they sat down to table. She had only to say in reply that they
had wandered about till she was beyond her own knowledge. She coloured
as she spoke; but neither that, nor anything else, awakened a suspicion of
the truth.
The evening passed quietly, unmarked by anything extraordinary. The
acknowledged lovers talked and laughed, the unacknowledged were silent.
Darcy was not of a disposition in which happiness overflows in mirth; and
Elizabeth, agitated and confused, rather knew that she was happy, than felt
herself to be so; for, besides the immediate embarrassment, there were
other evils before her. She anticipated what would be felt in the family when
her situation became known; she was aware that no one liked him but Jane;
and even feared that with the others it was a dislike which not all his fortune
and consequence might do away.
At night she opened her heart to Jane. Though suspicion was very far
from Miss Bennet’s general habits, she was absolutely incredulous here.
“You are joking, Lizzy. This cannot be! —engaged to Mr. Darcy! No, no,
you shall not deceive me. I know it to be impossible.”
“This is a wretched beginning indeed! My sole dependence was on you;
and I am sure nobody else will believe me, if you do not. Yet, indeed, I
am in earnest. I speak nothing but the truth. He still loves me, and we
are engaged.”
Jane looked at her doubtingly. “Oh, Lizzy! it cannot be. I know how much
you dislike him.”
“You know nothing of the matter. That is all to be forgot. Perhaps I
did not always love him so well as I do now. But in such cases as these, a
good memory is unpardonable. This is the last time I shall ever remember
it myself.”
Miss Bennet still looked all amazement. Elizabeth again, and more
seriously assured her of its truth.
“Good Heaven! can it be really so! Yet now I must believe you,” cried Jane.
“My dear, dear Lizzy, I would —I do congratulate you —but are you certain?
forgive the question —are you quite certain that you can be happy with him?”
“There can be no doubt of that. It is settled between us already that we are
to be the happiest couple in the world. But are you pleased, Jane? Shall you
like to have such a brother?”
“Very, very much. Nothing could give either Bingley or myself more
delight. But we considered it, we talked of it as impossible. And do you really
love him quite well enough? Oh, Lizzy! do anything rather than marry
without affection. Are you quite sure that you feel what you ought to do?”
“Oh, yes! You will only think I feel more than I ought to do, when I tell
you all.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, I must confess, that I love him better than I do Bingley. I am afraid
you will be angry.”
“My dearest sister, now do be serious. I want to talk very seriously. Let me
know everything that I am to know, without delay. Will you tell me how long
you have loved him?”
“It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when it began.
But I believe I must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds
at Pemberley.”
Another entreaty that she would be serious, however, produced the
desired effect; and she soon satisfied Jane by her solemn assurances of
attachment. When convinced on that article, Miss Bennet had nothing
farther to wish.
“Now I am quite happy,” said she, “for you will be as happy as myself. I
always had a value for him. Were it for nothing but his love of you, I must
always have esteemed him; but now, as Bingley’s friend and your husband,
there can be only Bingley and yourself more dear to me. But Lizzy, you have
been very sly, very reserved with me. How little did you tell me of what
passed at Pemberley and Lambton! I owe all that I know of it, to another,
not to you.”
Elizabeth told her the motives of her secrecy. She had been unwilling to
mention Bingley; and the unsettled state of her own feelings had made her
equally avoid the name of his friend. But now she would no longer conceal
from her his share in Lydia’s marriage. All was acknowledged, and half the
night spent in conversation.
“Good gracious!” cried Mrs. Bennet, as she stood at a window the next
morning, “if that disagreeable Mr. Darcy is not coming here again with our
dear Bingley! What can he mean by being so tiresome as to be always
coming here? I had no notion but he would go a shooting, or something
or other, and not disturb us with his company. What shall we do with
him? Lizzy, you must walk out with him again, that he may not be in
Bingley’s way.”
Elizabeth could hardly help laughing at so convenient a proposal; yet was
really vexed that her mother should be always giving him such an epithet.
As soon as they entered, Bingley looked at her so expressively, and shook
hands with such warmth, as left no doubt of his good information; and he
soon afterwards said aloud, “Mr. Bennet, have you no more lanes
hereabouts in which Lizzy may lose her way again today?”
“I advise Mr. Darcy, and Lizzy, and Kitty,” said Mrs. Bennet, “to walk to
Oakham Mount this morning. It is a nice long walk, and Mr. Darcy has never
seen the view.”
“It may do very well for the others,” replied Mr. Bingley; “but I am sure it
will be too much for Kitty. Won’t it, Kitty?”
Kitty owned that she had rather stay at home. Darcy professed a great
curiosity to see the view from the Mount, and Elizabeth silently consented.
As she went upstairs to get ready, Mrs. Bennet followed her, saying —
“I am quite sorry, Lizzy, that you should be forced to have that
disagreeable man all to yourself. But I hope you will not mind it: it is all for
Jane’s sake, you know; and there is no occasion for talking to him, except
just now and then. So, do not put yourself to inconvenience.”
During their walk, it was resolved that Mr. Bennet’s consent should be
asked in the course of the evening. Elizabeth reserved to herself the
application for her mother’s. She could not determine how her mother
would take it; sometimes doubting whether all his wealth and grandeur
would be enough to overcome her abhorrence of the man. But whether she
were violently set against the match, or violently delighted with it, it was
certain that her manner would be equally ill adapted to do credit to her
sense; and she could no more bear that Mr. Darcy should hear the first
raptures of her joy than the first vehemence of her disapprobation.
In the evening, soon after Mr. Bennet withdrew to the library, she saw
Mr. Darcy rise also and follow him, and her agitation on seeing it was
extreme. She did not fear her father’s opposition, but he was going to be
made unhappy, and that it should be through her means, that she, his
favourite child, should be distressing him by her choice, should be filling
him with fears and regrets in disposing of her, was a wretched reflection,
and she sat in misery till Mr. Darcy appeared again, when, looking at him,
she was a little relieved by his smile. In a few minutes he approached the
table where she was sitting with Kitty; and, while pretending to admire her
work, said in a whisper, “Go to your father, he wants you in the library.” She
was gone directly.
Her father was walking about the room, looking grave and anxious.
“Lizzy,” said he, “what are you doing? Are you out of your senses, to be
accepting this man? Have not you always hated him?”
How earnestly did she then wish that her former opinions had been more
reasonable, her expressions more moderate! It would have spared her from
explanations and professions which it was exceedingly awkward to give; but
they were now necessary, and she assured him with some confusion, of her
attachment to Mr. Darcy.
“Or in other words, you are determined to have him. He is rich, to be sure,
and you may have more fine clothes and fine carriages than Jane. But will
they make you happy?”
“Have you any other objection,” said Elizabeth, “than your belief of
my indifference?”
“None at all. We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but
this would be nothing if you really liked him.”
“I do, I do like him,” she replied, with tears in her eyes, “I love him.
Indeed he has no improper pride. He is perfectly amiable. You do not
know what he really is; then pray do not pain me by speaking of him in
such terms.”
“Lizzy,” said her father, “I have given him my consent. He is the kind of
man, indeed, to whom I should never dare refuse anything, which he
condescended to ask. I now give it to you, if you are resolved on having him.
But let me advise you to think better of it. I know your disposition, Lizzy. I
know that you could be neither happy nor respectable, unless you truly
esteemed your husband; unless you looked up to him as a superior. Your
lively talents would place you in the greatest danger in an unequal marriage.
You could scarcely escape discredit and misery. My child, let me not have
the grief of seeing you unable to respect your partner in life. You know not
what you are about.”
Elizabeth, still more affected, was earnest and solemn in her reply; and at
length, by repeated assurances that Mr. Darcy was really the object of her
choice, by explaining the gradual change which her estimation of him had
undergone, relating her absolute certainty that his affection was not the
work of a day, but had stood the test of many months suspense, and
enumerating with energy all his good qualities, she did conquer her father’s
incredulity, and reconcile him to the match.
“Well, my dear,” said he, when she ceased speaking, “I have no more to
say. If this be the case, he deserves you. I could not have parted with you, my
Lizzy, to anyone less worthy.”
To complete the favourable impression, she then told him what Mr. Darcy
had voluntarily done for Lydia. He heard her with astonishment.
“This is an evening of wonders, indeed! And so, Darcy did everything;
made up the match, gave the money, paid the fellow’s debts, and got him his
commission! So much the better. It will save me a world of trouble and
economy. Had it been your uncle’s doing, I must and would have paid him;
but these violent young lovers carry everything their own way. I shall offer to
pay him tomorrow; he will rant and storm about his love for you, and there
will be an end of the matter.”
He then recollected her embarrassment a few days before, on his reading
Mr. Collins’s letter; and after laughing at her some time, allowed her at last
to go —saying, as she quitted the room, “If any young men come for Mary or
Kitty, send them in, for I am quite at leisure.”
Elizabeth’s mind was now relieved from a very heavy weight; and, after
half an hour’s quiet reflection in her own room, she was able to join the
others with tolerable composure. Everything was too recent for gaiety, but
the evening passed tranquilly away; there was no longer anything material
to be dreaded, and the comfort of ease and familiarity would come in time.
When her mother went up to her dressing-room at night, she followed
her, and made the important communication. Its effect was most
extraordinary; for on first hearing it, Mrs. Bennet sat quite still, and unable
to utter a syllable. Nor was it under many, many minutes, that she could
comprehend what she heard; though not in general backward to credit what
was for the advantage of her family, or that came in the shape of a lover to
any of them. She began at length to recover, to fidget about in her chair, get
up, sit down again, wonder, and bless herself.
“Good gracious! Lord bless me! only think! dear me! Mr. Darcy! Who
would have thought it! And is it really true? Oh! my sweetest Lizzy! how rich
and how great you will be! What pin-money, what jewels, what carriages you
will have! Jane’s is nothing to it —nothing at all. I am so pleased —so happy.
Such a charming man! —so handsome! so tall! —Oh, my dear Lizzy! pray
apologise for my having disliked him so much before. I hope he will overlook
it. Dear, dear Lizzy. A house in town! Everything that is charming! Three
daughters married! Ten thousand a year! Oh, Lord! What will become of me.
I shall go distracted.”
This was enough to prove that her approbation need not be doubted: and
Elizabeth, rejoicing that such an effusion was heard only by herself, soon
went away. But before she had been three minutes in her own room, her
mother followed her.
“My dearest child,” she cried, “I can think of nothing else! Ten thousand a
year, and very likely more! ’Tis as good as a Lord! And a special licence. You
must and shall be married by a special licence. But my dearest love, tell me
what dish Mr. Darcy is particularly fond of, that I may have it tomorrow.”
This was a sad omen of what her mother’s behaviour to the gentleman
himself might be; and Elizabeth found, that though in the certain possession
of his warmest affection, and secure of her relations’ consent, there was still
something to be wished for. But the morrow passed off much better than she
expected; for Mrs. Bennet luckily stood in such awe of her intended son-in-
law that she ventured not to speak to him, unless it was in her power to offer
him any attention, or mark her deference for his opinion.
Elizabeth had the satisfaction of seeing her father taking pains to get
acquainted with him; and Mr. Bennet soon assured her that he was rising
every hour in his esteem.
“I admire all my three sons-in-law highly,” said he. “Wickham, perhaps, is
my favourite; but I think I shall like your husband quite as well as Jane’s.”
LX
Elizabeth’s spirits soon rising to playfulness again, she wanted Mr. Darcy to
account for his having ever fallen in love with her. “How could you begin?”
said she. “I can comprehend your going on charmingly, when you had once
made a beginning; but what could set you off in the first place?”
“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid
the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I
had begun.”
“My beauty you had early withstood, and as for my manners —my
behaviour to you was at least always bordering on the uncivil, and I never
spoke to you without rather wishing to give you pain than not. Now be
sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?”
“For the liveliness of your mind, I did.”
“You may as well call it impertinence at once. It was very little less. The
fact is, that you were sick of civility, of deference, of officious attention. You
were disgusted with the women who were always speaking and looking, and
thinking for your approbation alone. I roused, and interested you, because I
was so unlike them. Had you not been really amiable you would have hated
me for it; but in spite of the pains you took to disguise yourself, your feelings
were always noble and just; and in your heart, you thoroughly despised the
persons who so assiduously courted you. There —I have saved you the
trouble of accounting for it; and really, all things considered, I begin to think
it perfectly reasonable. To be sure, you knew no actual good of me —but
nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.”
“Was there no good in your affectionate behaviour to Jane, while she was
ill at Netherfield?”
“Dearest Jane! who could have done less for her? But make a virtue of it
by all means. My good qualities are under your protection, and you are to
exaggerate them as much as possible; and, in return, it belongs to me to find
occasions for teasing and quarrelling with you as often as may be; and I shall
begin directly by asking you what made you so unwilling to come to the
point at last. What made you so shy of me, when you first called, and
afterwards dined here? Why, especially, when you called, did you look as if
you did not care about me?”
“Because you were grave and silent, and gave me no encouragement.”
“But I was embarrassed.”
“And so was I.”
“You might have talked to me more when you came to dinner.”
“A man who had felt less, might.”
“How unlucky that you should have a reasonable answer to give, and that
I should be so reasonable as to admit it! But I wonder how long you would
have gone on, if you had been left to yourself. I wonder when you would
have spoken, if I had not asked you! My resolution of thanking you for your
kindness to Lydia had certainly great effect. Too much, I am afraid; for what
becomes of the moral, if our comfort springs from a breach of promise, for I
ought not to have mentioned the subject? This will never do.”
“You need not distress yourself. The moral will be perfectly fair. Lady
Catherine’s unjustifiable endeavours to separate us, were the means of
removing all my doubts. I am not indebted for my present happiness to your
eager desire of expressing your gratitude. I was not in a humour to wait for
any opening of yours. My aunt’s intelligence had given me hope, and I was
determined at once to know everything.”
“Lady Catherine has been of infinite use, which ought to make her happy,
for she loves to be of use. But tell me, what did you come down to
Netherfield for? Was it merely to ride to Longbourn and be embarrassed? or
had you intended any more serious consequence?”
“My real purpose was to see you, and to judge, if I could, whether I might
ever hope to make you love me. My avowed one, or what I avowed to myself,
was to see whether your sister were still partial to Bingley, and if she were,
to make the confession to him which I have since made.”
“Shall you ever have courage to announce to Lady Catherine, what is to
befall her?”
“I am more likely to want time than courage, Elizabeth. But it ought to be
done, and if you will give me a sheet of paper, it shall be done directly.”
“And if I had not a letter to write myself, I might sit by you, and admire
the evenness of your writing, as another young lady once did. But I have an
aunt, too, who must not be longer neglected.”
From an unwillingness to confess how much her intimacy with Mr. Darcy
had been overrated, Elizabeth had never yet answered Mrs. Gardiner’s long
letter, but now, having that to communicate which she knew would be most
welcome, she was almost ashamed to find that her uncle and aunt had
already lost three days of happiness, and immediately wrote as follows:
“I would have thanked you before, my dear aunt, as I ought to have
done, for your long, kind, satisfactory, detail of particulars; but to say
the truth, I was too cross to write. You supposed more than really
existed. But now suppose as much as you choose; give a loose to your
fancy, indulge your imagination in every possible flight which the
subject will afford, and unless you believe me actually married, you
cannot greatly err. You must write again very soon, and praise him a
great deal more than you did in your last. I thank you, again and again,
for not going to the Lakes. How could I be so silly as to wish it! Your
idea of the ponies is delightful. We will go round the Park every day. I
am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said
so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than
Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the
world, that he can spare from me. You are all to come to Pemberley
at Christmas.
Y, .”
Mr. Darcy’s letter to Lady Catherine, was in a different style; and still
different from either, was what Mr. Bennet sent to Mr. Collins, in reply to
his last.
“D S,
“I must trouble you once more for congratulations. Elizabeth will soon
be the wife of Mr. Darcy. Console Lady Catherine as well as you can.
But, if I were you, I would stand by the nephew. He has more to give.
“Y , .”
Miss Bingley’s congratulations to her brother, on his approaching marriage,
were all that was affectionate and insincere. She wrote even to Jane on the
occasion to express her delight, and repeat all her former professions of
regard. Jane was not deceived, but she was affected; and though feeling no
reliance on her, could not help writing her a much kinder answer than she
knew was deserved.
The joy which Miss Darcy expressed on receiving similar information, was
as sincere as her brother’s in sending it. Four sides of paper were insufficient
to contain all her delight, and all her earnest desire of being loved by
her sister.
Before any answer could arrive from Mr. Collins, or any congratulations to
Elizabeth, from his wife, the Longbourn family heard that the Collinses were
come themselves to Lucas lodge. The reason of this sudden removal was
soon evident. Lady Catherine had been rendered so exceedingly angry by the
contents of her nephew’s letter that Charlotte, really rejoicing in the match,
was anxious to get away till the storm was blown over. At such a moment,
the arrival of her friend was a sincere pleasure to Elizabeth, though in the
course of their meetings she must sometimes think the pleasure dearly
bought, when she saw Mr. Darcy exposed to all the parading and obsequious
civility of her husband. He bore it however with admirable calmness. He
could even listen to Sir William Lucas when he complimented him on
carrying away the brightest jewel of the country, and expressed his hopes of
their all meeting frequently at St. James’s, with very decent composure. If he
did shrug his shoulders, it was not till Sir William was out of sight.
Mrs. Philips’s vulgarity was another, and perhaps a greater tax on his
forbearance; and though Mrs. Philips, as well as her sister, stood in too
much awe of him to speak with the familiarity which Bingley’s good humour
encouraged, yet, whenever she did speak, she must be vulgar. Nor was her
respect for him, though it made her more quiet, at all likely to make her
more elegant. Elizabeth did all she could to shield him from the frequent
notice of either, and was ever anxious to keep him to herself, and to those of
her family with whom he might converse without mortification; and though
the uncomfortable feelings arising from all this took from the season of
courtship much of its pleasure, it added to the hope of the future; and she
looked forward with delight to the time when they should be removed from
society so little pleasing to either, to all the comfort and elegance of their
family party at Pemberley.
LXI
Happy for all her maternal feelings was the day on which Mrs. Bennet got
rid of her two most deserving daughters. With what delighted pride she
afterwards visited Mrs. Bingley and talked of Mrs. Darcy may be guessed. I
wish I could say, for the sake of her family, that the accomplishment of her
earnest desire in the establishment of so many of her children, produced so
happy an effect as to make her a sensible, amiable, well-informed woman for
the rest of her life; though perhaps it was lucky for her husband, who might
not have relished domestic felicity in so unusual a form, that she still was
occasionally nervous and invariably silly.
Mr. Bennet missed his second daughter exceedingly; his affection for her
drew him oftener from home than anything else could do. He delighted in
going to Pemberley, especially when he was least expected.
Mr. Bingley and Jane remained at Netherfield only a twelvemonth. So
near a vicinity to her mother and Meryton relations was not desirable even
to his easy temper, or her affectionate heart. The darling wish of his sisters
was then gratified; he bought an estate in a neighbouring county to
Derbyshire, and Jane and Elizabeth, in addition to every other source of
happiness, were within thirty miles of each other.
Kitty, to her very material advantage, spent the chief of her time with her
two elder sisters. In society so superior to what she had generally known,
her improvement was great. She was not of so ungovernable a temper as
Lydia, and, removed from the influence of Lydia’s example, she became, by
proper attention and management, less irritable, less ignorant, and less
insipid. From the farther disadvantage of Lydia’s society she was of course
carefully kept, and though Mrs. Wickham frequently invited her to come and
stay with her, with the promise of balls and young men, her father would
never consent to her going.
Mary was the only daughter who remained at home; and she was
necessarily drawn from the pursuit of accomplishments by Mrs. Bennet’s
being quite unable to sit alone. Mary was obliged to mix more with the
world, but she could still moralize over every morning visit; and as she was
no longer mortified by comparisons between her sisters’ beauty and her
own, it was suspected by her father that she submitted to the change without
much reluctance.
As for Wickham and Lydia, their characters suffered no revolution from
the marriage of her sisters. He bore with philosophy the conviction that
Elizabeth must now become acquainted with whatever of his ingratitude and
falsehood had before been unknown to her; and in spite of everything, was
not wholly without hope that Darcy might yet be prevailed on to make his
fortune. The congratulatory letter which Elizabeth received from Lydia on
her marriage explained to her that, by his wife at least, if not by himself,
such a hope was cherished. The letter was to this effect:
“M L,
“I wish you joy. If you love Mr. Darcy half as well as I do my dear
Wickham, you must be very happy. It is a great comfort to have you so
rich, and when you have nothing else to do, I hope you will think of us. I
am sure Wickham would like a place at court very much, and I do not
think we shall have quite money enough to live upon without some
help. Any place would do, of about three or four hundred a year; but,
however, do not speak to Mr. Darcy about it, if you had rather not.
“Y, .”
As it happened that Elizabeth had much rather not, she endeavoured in her
answer to put an end to every entreaty and expectation of the kind. Such
relief, however, as it was in her power to afford, by the practice of what
might be called economy in her own private expenses, she frequently sent
them. It had always been evident to her that such an income as theirs, under
the direction of two persons so extravagant in their wants, and heedless of
the future, must be very insufficient to their support; and whenever they
changed their quarters, either Jane or herself were sure of being applied to,
for some little assistance towards discharging their bills. Their manner of
living, even when the restoration of peace dismissed them to a home, was
unsettled in the extreme. They were always moving from place to place in
quest of a cheap situation, and always spending more than they ought. His
affection for her soon sunk into indifference; hers lasted a little longer; and
in spite of her youth and her manners, she retained all the claims to
reputation which her marriage had given her.
Though Darcy could never receive him at Pemberley, yet, for Elizabeth’s
sake, he assisted him farther in his profession. Lydia was occasionally a
visitor there, when her husband was gone to enjoy himself in London or
Bath; and with the Bingleys they both of them frequently stayed so long, that
even Bingley’s good humour was overcome, and he proceeded so far as to
talk of giving them a hint to be gone.
Miss Bingley was very deeply mortified by Darcy’s marriage; but as she
thought it advisable to retain the right of visiting at Pemberley, she dropped
all her resentment; was fonder than ever of Georgiana, almost as attentive to
Darcy as heretofore, and paid off every arrear of civility to Elizabeth.
Pemberley was now Georgiana’s home; and the attachment of the sisters
was exactly what Darcy had hoped to see. They were able to love each other,
even as well as they intended. Georgiana had the highest opinion in the
world of Elizabeth; though at first she often listened with an astonishment
bordering on alarm, at her lively, sportive, manner of talking to her brother.
He, who had always inspired in herself a respect which almost overcame her
affection, she now saw the object of open pleasantry. Her mind received
knowledge which had never before fallen in her way. By Elizabeth’s
instructions she began to comprehend that a woman may take liberties with
her husband, which a brother will not always allow in a sister more than ten
years younger than himself.
Lady Catherine was extremely indignant on the marriage of her nephew;
and as she gave way to all the genuine frankness of her character, in her
reply to the letter which announced its arrangement, she sent him language
so very abusive, especially of Elizabeth, that for some time all intercourse
was at an end. But at length, by Elizabeth’s persuasion, he was prevailed on
to overlook the offence, and seek a reconciliation; and, after a little farther
resistance on the part of his aunt, her resentment gave way, either to her
affection for him, or her curiosity to see how his wife conducted herself; and
she condescended to wait on them at Pemberley, in spite of that pollution
which its woods had received, not merely from the presence of such a
mistress, but the visits of her uncle and aunt from the city.
With the Gardiners, they were always on the most intimate terms. Darcy,
as well as Elizabeth, really loved them; and they were both ever sensible of
the warmest gratitude towards the persons who, by bringing her into
Derbyshire, had been the means of uniting them.
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