1TILL 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. 2The certainty of
meeting him had not been checked by any of those recollections that
might not unreasonably have alarmed her. 3She 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. 4But 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,—
5“I do not imagine his business would have called him away just now, if
he had not wished to avoid a certain gentleman here.”
6This 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.
7Attention, forbearance, patience with Darcy, was injury to Wickham. 8She
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.
9But 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. 10The two first dances, however, brought a return of
distress: they were dances of mortification. 11Mr. Collins, awkward and
solemn, apologizing 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. 12The moment of her
release from him was ecstasy.
13She danced next with an officer, and had the refreshment of talking of
Wickham, and of hearing that he was universally liked. 14When 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. 15He walked away again
immediately, and she was left to fret over her own want of presence of
mind: Charlotte tried to console her.
16“I dare say you will find him very agreeable.”
17“Heaven forbid! 18That would be the greatest misfortune of all! 19To find
a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate! 20Do not wish me such an
evil.”
21When 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 often times his consequence. 22Elizabeth 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.
23They 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. 24He replied, and was again
silent. 25After a pause of some minutes, she addressed him a second time,
with—
26“It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. 27I talked about the
dance, and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the
room, or the number of couples.”
28He smiled, and assured her that whatever she wished him to say should be
said.
29“Very well; that reply will do for the present. 30Perhaps, by-and-by, I
may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones; but
now we may be silent.”
31“Do you talk by rule, then, while you are dancing?”
32“Sometimes. 33One must speak a little, you know. 34It 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.”
35“Are you consulting your own feelings in the present case, or do you
imagine that you are gratifying mine?”
36“Both,” replied Elizabeth archly; “for I have always seen a great
similarity in the turn of our minds. 37We 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.”
38“This is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure,”
said he. 39“How near it may be to mine, I cannot pretend to say. 40You
think it a faithful portrait, undoubtedly.”
41“I must not decide on my own performance.”
42He 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. 43She 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.”
44The effect was immediate. 45A 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. 46At length Darcy spoke, and in a
constrained manner said,—
47“Mr. Wickham is blessed with such happy manners as may insure his
making friends; whether he may be equally capable of retaining them,
is less certain.”
48“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.”
49Darcy made no answer, and seemed desirous of changing the subject. 50At
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.
51“I have been most highly gratified, indeed, my dear sir; such very
superior dancing is not often seen. 52It is evident that you belong to the
first circles. 53Allow 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. 54What congratulations will
then flow in! 55I appeal to Mr. Darcy;—but let me not interrupt you, sir.
56You will not thank me for detaining you from the bewitching converse of
that young lady, whose bright eyes are also upbraiding me.”
57The 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. 58Recovering himself, however, shortly,
he turned to his partner, and said,—
59“Sir William’s interruption has made me forget what we were talking
of.”
60“I do not think we were speaking at all. 61Sir William could not have
interrupted any two people in the room who had less to say for
themselves. 62We have tried two or three subjects already without success,
and what we are to talk of next I cannot imagine.”
63“What think you of books?” said he, smiling.
64“Books—oh no!—I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same
feelings.”
65“I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least be
no want of subject. 66We may compare our different opinions.”
67“No—I cannot talk of books in a ball-room; my head is always full of
something else.”
68“The present always occupies you in such scenes—does it?” said he,
with a look of doubt.
69“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. 70You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its being
created?”
71“I am,” said he, with a firm voice.
72“And never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice?”
73“I hope not.”
74“It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion,
to be secure of judging properly at first.”
75“May I ask to what these questions tend?”
76“Merely to the illustration of your character,” said she, endeavouring
to shake off her gravity. 77“I am trying to make it out.”
78“And what is your success?”
79She shook her head. 80“I do not get on at all. 81I hear such different
accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly.”
82“I can readily believe,” answered he, gravely, “that reports 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.”
83“But if I do not take your likeness now, I may never have another
opportunity.”
84“I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours,” he coldly replied.
85She 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 tolerably powerful feeling towards her,
which soon procured her pardon, and directed all his anger against
another.
86They had not long separated when Miss Bingley came towards her, and,
with an expression of civil disdain, thus accosted her,—
87“So, Miss Eliza, I hear you are quite delighted with George Wickham?
88Your 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. 89Let 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. 90I 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.
91His coming into the country at all is a most insolent thing, indeed, and
I wonder how he could presume to do it. 92I pity you, Miss Eliza, for this
discovery of your favourite’s guilt; but really, considering his
descent, one could not expect much better.”
93“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.”
94“I beg your pardon,” replied Miss Bingley, turning away with a sneer.
95“Excuse my interference; it was kindly meant.”
96“Insolent girl!” said Elizabeth to herself. 97“You are much mistaken if
you expect to influence me by such a paltry attack as this. 98I see
nothing in it but your own wilful ignorance and the malice of Mr.
Darcy.” 99She then sought her eldest sister, who had undertaken to make
inquiries on the same subject of Bingley. 100Jane 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.
101Elizabeth 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.
102“I want to know,” said she, with a countenance no less smiling than her
sister’s, “what you have learnt about Mr. Wickham. 103But perhaps you have
been too pleasantly engaged to think of any third person, in which case
you may be sure of my pardon.”
104“No,” replied Jane, “I have not forgotten him; but I have nothing
satisfactory to tell you. 105Mr. 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. 106I am
afraid he has been very imprudent, and has deserved to lose Mr. Darcy’s
regard.”
107“Mr. Bingley does not know Mr. Wickham himself.”
108“No; he never saw him till the other morning at Meryton.”
109“This account then is what he has received from Mr. Darcy. 110I am
perfectly satisfied. 111But what does he say of the living?”
112“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.”
113“I have not a doubt of Mr. Bingley’s sincerity,” said Elizabeth warmly,
“but you must excuse my not being convinced by assurances only. 114Mr.
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.”
115She then changed the discourse to one more gratifying to each, and on
which there could be no difference of sentiment. 116Elizabeth 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. 117On 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.
118“I have found out,” said he, “by a singular accident, that there is now
in the room a near relation to my patroness. 119I 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. 120How wonderfully these sort of things occur! 121Who would
have thought of my meeting with—perhaps—a nephew of Lady Catherine de
Bourgh in this assembly! 122I 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. 123My total
ignorance of the connection must plead my apology.”
124“You are not going to introduce yourself to Mr. Darcy?”
125“Indeed I am. 126I shall entreat his pardon for not having done it earlier.
127I believe him to be Lady Catherine’s nephew. 128It will be in my power to
assure him that her Ladyship was quite well yesterday se’nnight.”
129Elizabeth 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. 130Mr. Collins listened to her with
the determined air of following his own inclination, and when she ceased
speaking, replied thus,—
131“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. 132You must, therefore, allow me to follow the
dictates of my conscience on this occasion, which lead me to perform
what I look on as a point of duty. 133Pardon 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. 134Her 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.” 135It vexed her to see him
expose himself to such a man. 136Mr. Darcy was eyeing him with
unrestrained wonder; and when at last Mr. Collins allowed him to speak,
replied with an air of distant civility. 137Mr. 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.
138“I have no reason, I assure you,” said he, “to be dissatisfied with my
reception. 139Mr. Darcy seemed much pleased with the attention. 140He 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. 141It was really a very
handsome thought. 142Upon the whole, I am much pleased with him.”
143As 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. 144She 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. 145Her 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. 146When 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. 147It was an animating subject, and Mrs. Bennet seemed incapable
of fatigue while enumerating the advantages of the match. 148His 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. 149It
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. 150It 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. 151She
concluded with many good wishes that Lady Lucas might soon be equally
fortunate, though evidently and triumphantly believing there was no
chance of it.
152In 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. 153Her
mother only scolded her for being nonsensical.
154“What is Mr. Darcy to me, pray, that I should be afraid of him? 155I am
sure we owe him no such particular civility as to be obliged to say
nothing he may not like to hear.”
156“For heaven’s sake, madam, speak lower. 157What advantage can it be to you
to offend Mr. Darcy? 158You will never recommend yourself to his friend by
so doing.”
159Nothing that she could say, however, had any influence. 160Her mother would
talk of her views in the same intelligible tone. 161Elizabeth blushed and
blushed again with shame and vexation. 162She 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. 163The expression
of his face changed gradually from indignant contempt to a composed and
steady gravity.
164At 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.
165Elizabeth now began to revive. 166But 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. 167By 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.
168Elizabeth’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. 169Mary’s powers were by no means fitted for such a display;
her voice was weak, and her manner affected. 170Elizabeth was in agonies.
171She looked at Jane to see how she bore it; but Jane was very composedly
talking to Bingley. 172She looked at his two sisters, and saw them making
signs of derision at each other, and at Darcy, who continued, however,
impenetrably grave. 173She looked at her father to entreat his
interference, lest Mary should be singing all night. 174He took the hint,
and, when Mary had finished her second song, said aloud,—
175“That will do extremely well, child. 176You have delighted us long enough.
177Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.”
178Mary, 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. 179Others of the party were now applied to.
180“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. 181I 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. 182The
rector of a parish has much to do. 183In the first place, he must make such
an agreement for tithes as may be beneficial to himself and not
offensive to his patron. 184He 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. 185And 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. 186I
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.” 187And with a bow to Mr. Darcy, he concluded
his speech, which had been spoken so loud as to be heard by half the
room. 188Many 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.
189To 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. 190That 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.
191The rest of the evening brought her little amusement. 192She 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. 193In vain did she entreat him to stand up with
somebody else, and offered to introduce him to any young lady in the
room. 194He 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. 195There was no arguing upon such a
project. 196She owed her greatest relief to her friend Miss Lucas, who
often joined them, and good-naturedly engaged Mr. Collins’s conversation
to herself.
197She was at least free from the offence of Mr. Darcy’s further notice:
though often standing within a very short distance of her, quite
disengaged, he never came near enough to speak. 198She felt it to be the
probable consequence of her allusions to Mr. Wickham, and rejoiced in
it.
199The Longbourn party were the last of all the company to depart; and by a
manœuvre of Mrs. Bennet had to wait for their carriage 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. 200Mrs. Hurst and her
sister scarcely opened their mouths except to complain of fatigue, and
were evidently impatient to have the house to themselves. 201They 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. 202Darcy said
nothing at all. 203Mr. Bennet, in equal silence, was enjoying the scene.
204Mr. Bingley and Jane were standing together a little detached from the
rest, and talked only to each other. 205Elizabeth 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.
206When 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. 207Bingley 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.
208Mrs. 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. 209Of having another daughter married to Mr. Collins she thought
with equal certainty, and with considerable, though not equal, pleasure.
210Elizabeth 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.