1THE day passed much as the day before had done. 2Mrs. 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. 3The loo table, however, did not appear.
4Mr. 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. 5Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were at piquet, and
Mrs. Hurst was observing their game.
6Elizabeth took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused in
attending to what passed between Darcy and his companion. 7The perpetual
commendations of the lady either on his hand-writing, 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.
8“How delighted Miss Darcy will be to receive such a letter!”
9He made no answer.
10“You write uncommonly fast.”
11“You are mistaken. 12I write rather slowly.”
13“How many letters you must have occasion to write in the course of a
year! 14Letters of business, too! 15How odious I should think them!”
16“It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of to yours.”
17“Pray tell your sister that I long to see her.”
18“I have already told her so once, by your desire.”
19“I am afraid you do not like your pen. 20Let me mend it for you. 21I mend
pens remarkably well.”
22“Thank you—but I always mend my own.”
23“How can you contrive to write so even?”
24He was silent.
25“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.”
26“Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? 27At
present I have not room to do them justice.”
28“Oh, it is of no consequence. 29I shall see her in January. 30But do you
always write such charming long letters to her, Mr. Darcy?”
31“They are generally long; but whether always charming, it is not for me
to determine.”
32“It is a rule with me, that a person who can write a long letter with
ease cannot write ill.”
33“That will not do for a compliment to Darcy, Caroline,” cried her
brother, “because he does not write with ease. 34He studies too much
for words of four syllables. 35Do not you, Darcy?”
36“My style of writing is very different from yours.”
37“Oh,” cried Miss Bingley, “Charles writes in the most careless way
imaginable. 38He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest.”
39“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.”
40“Your humility, Mr. Bingley,” said Elizabeth, “must disarm reproof.”
41“Nothing is more deceitful,” said Darcy, “than the appearance of
humility. 42It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an
indirect boast.”
43“And which of the two do you call my little recent piece of modesty?”
44“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. 45The power of doing anything with
quickness is always much prized by the possessor, and often without any
attention to the imperfection of the performance. 46When 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?”
47“Nay,” cried Bingley, “this is too much, to remember at night all the
foolish things that were said in the morning. 48And yet, upon my honour, I
believed what I said of myself to be true, and I believe it at this
moment. 49At least, therefore, I did not assume the character of needless
precipitance merely to show off before the ladies.”
50“I daresay you believed it; but I am by no means convinced that you
would be gone with such celerity. 51Your conduct would be quite as
dependent 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.”
52“You have only proved by this,” cried Elizabeth, “that Mr. Bingley did
not do justice to his own disposition. 53You have shown him off now much
more than he did himself.”
54“I am exceedingly gratified,” said Bingley, “by your converting what my
friend says into a compliment on the sweetness of my temper. 55But 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.”
56“Would Mr. Darcy then consider the rashness of your original intention
as atoned for by your obstinacy in adhering to it?”
57“Upon my word, I cannot exactly explain the matter—Darcy must speak for
himself.”
58“You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine,
but which I have never acknowledged. 59Allowing 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.”
60“To yield readily—easily—to the persuasion of a friend is no merit
with you.”
61“To yield without conviction is no compliment to the understanding of
either.”
62“You appear to me, Mr. Darcy, to allow nothing for the influence of
friendship and affection. 63A regard for the requester would often make
one readily yield to a request, without waiting for arguments to reason
one into it. 64I am not particularly speaking of such a case as you have
supposed about Mr. Bingley. 65We may as well wait, perhaps, till the
circumstance occurs, before we discuss the discretion of his behaviour
thereupon. 66But 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?”
67“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?”
68“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. 69I 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. 70I 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.”
71Mr. Darcy smiled; but Elizabeth thought she could perceive that he was
rather offended, and therefore checked her laugh. 72Miss Bingley warmly
resented the indignity he had received, in an expostulation with her
brother for talking such nonsense.
73“I see your design, Bingley,” said his friend. 74“You dislike an argument,
and want to silence this.”
75“Perhaps I do. 76Arguments are too much like disputes. 77If 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.”
78“What you ask,” said Elizabeth, “is no sacrifice on my side; and Mr.
Darcy had much better finish his letter.”
79Mr. Darcy took her advice, and did finish his letter.
80When that business was over, he applied to Miss Bingley and Elizabeth
for the indulgence of some music. 81Miss 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.
82Mrs. 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. 83She 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. 84She could only imagine, however,
at last, that she drew his notice because there was something about her
more wrong and reprehensible, according to his ideas of right, than in
any other person present. 85The supposition did not pain her. 86She liked
him too little to care for his approbation.
87After 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,—
88“Do you not feel a great inclination, Miss Bennet, to seize such an
opportunity of dancing a reel?”
89She smiled, but made no answer. 90He repeated the question, with some
surprise at her silence.
91“Oh,” said she, “I heard you before; but I could not immediately
determine what to say in reply. 92You 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. 93I 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.”
94“Indeed I do not dare.”
95Elizabeth, 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. 96He really
believed that, were it not for the inferiority of her connections, he
should be in some danger.
97Miss 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.
98She often tried to provoke Darcy into disliking her guest, by talking of
their supposed marriage, and planning his happiness in such an alliance.
99“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, to cure the younger girls of running after
the officers. 100And, if I may mention so delicate a subject, endeavour to
check that little something, bordering on conceit and impertinence,
which your lady possesses.”
101“Have you anything else to propose for my domestic felicity?”
102“Oh yes. 103Do let the portraits of your uncle and aunt Philips be placed
in the gallery at Pemberley. 104Put them next to your great-uncle the
judge. 105They are in the same profession, you know, only in different
lines. 106As for your Elizabeth’s picture, you must not attempt to have it
taken, for what painter could do justice to those beautiful eyes?”
107“It would not be easy, indeed, to catch their expression; but their
colour and shape, and the eyelashes, so remarkably fine, might be
copied.”
108At that moment they were met from another walk by Mrs. Hurst and
Elizabeth herself.
109“I did not know that you intended to walk,” said Miss Bingley, in some
confusion, lest they had been overheard.
110“You used us abominably ill,” answered Mrs. Hurst, “running away without
telling us that you were coming out.”
111Then taking the disengaged arm of Mr. Darcy, she left Elizabeth to walk
by herself. 112The path just admitted three. 113Mr. Darcy felt their rudeness,
and immediately said,—
114“This walk is not wide enough for our party. 115We had better go into the
avenue.”
116But Elizabeth, who had not the least inclination to remain with them,
laughingly answered,—
117“No, no; stay where you are. 118You are charmingly grouped, and appear to
uncommon advantage. 119The picturesque would be spoilt by admitting a
fourth. 120Good-bye.”
121She then ran gaily off, rejoicing, as she rambled about, in the hope of
being at home again in a day or two. 122Jane was already so much recovered
as to intend leaving her room for a couple of hours that evening.