1WHEN 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. 2They contained no actual complaint, nor was there any
revival of past occurrences, or any communication of present suffering.
3But 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. 4Elizabeth
noticed every sentence conveying the idea of uneasiness, with an
attention which it had hardly received on the first perusal. 5Mr. Darcy’s
shameful boast of what misery he had been able to inflict gave her a
keener sense of her sister’s sufferings. 6It 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.
7She 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.
8While 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 inquire particularly after her. 9But
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. 10In a hurried manner he immediately began an inquiry after her
health, imputing his visit to a wish of hearing that she were better.
11She answered him with cold civility. 12He sat down for a few moments, and
then getting up walked about the room. 13Elizabeth was surprised, but
said not a word. 14After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her
in an agitated manner, and thus began:—
15“In vain have I struggled. 16It will not do. 17My feelings will not be
repressed. 18You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love
you.”
19Elizabeth’s astonishment was beyond expression. 20She stared, coloured,
doubted, and was silent. 21This he considered sufficient encouragement,
and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her immediately
followed. 22He 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. 23His 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.
24In 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. 25She tried, however, to compose herself to
answer him with patience, when he should have done. 26He 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. 27As he said this she could easily see that he had no doubt of a
favourable answer. 28He spoke of apprehension and anxiety, but his
countenance expressed real security. 29Such a circumstance could only
exasperate farther; and when he ceased the colour rose into her cheeks
and she said,—
30“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. 31It is natural that obligation should be
felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. 32But I
cannot—I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly
bestowed it most unwillingly. 33I am sorry to have occasioned pain to
anyone. 34It has been most unconsciously done, however, and I hope will be
of short duration. 35The feelings which you tell me have long prevented
the acknowledgment of your regard can have little difficulty in
overcoming it after this explanation.”
36Mr. Darcy, who was leaning against the mantel-piece with his eyes fixed
on her face, seemed to catch her words with no less resentment than
surprise. 37His complexion became pale with anger, and the disturbance of
his mind was visible in every feature. 38He was struggling for the
appearance of composure, and would not open his lips till he believed
himself to have attained it. 39The pause was to Elizabeth’s feelings
dreadful. 40At length, in a voice of forced calmness, he said,—
41“And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! 42I
might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at
civility, I am thus rejected. 43But it is of small importance.”
44“I might as well inquire,” 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?
45Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? 46But I have
other provocations. 47You know I have. 48Had 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 for ever, the
happiness of a most beloved sister?”
49As she pronounced these words, Mr. Darcy changed colour; but the emotion
was short, and he listened without attempting to interrupt her while she
continued,—
50“I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. 51No motive can
excuse the unjust and ungenerous part you acted there. 52You 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.”
53She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listening
with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse.
54He even looked at her with a smile of affected incredulity.
55“Can you deny that you have done it?” she repeated.
56With 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. 57Towards him I have been
kinder than towards myself.”
58Elizabeth disdained the appearance of noticing this civil reflection,
but its meaning did not escape, nor was it likely to conciliate her.
59“But it is not merely this affair,” she continued, “on which my dislike
is founded. 60Long before it had taken place, my opinion of you was
decided. 61Your character was unfolded in the recital which I received
many months ago from Mr. Wickham. 62On this subject, what can you have to
say? 63In what imaginary act of friendship can you here defend yourself?
or under what misrepresentation can you here impose upon others?”
64“You take an eager interest in that gentleman’s concerns,” said Darcy,
in a less tranquil tone, and with a heightened colour.
65“Who that knows what his misfortunes have been can help feeling an
interest in him?”
66“His misfortunes!” repeated Darcy, contemptuously,—“yes, his
misfortunes have been great indeed.”
67“And of your infliction,” cried Elizabeth, with energy; “You have
reduced him to his present state of poverty—comparative poverty. 68You
have withheld the advantages which you must know to have been designed
for him. 69You have deprived the best years of his life of that
independence which was no less his due than his desert. 70You have done
all this! 71and yet you can treat the mention of his misfortunes with
contempt and ridicule.”
72“And this,” cried Darcy, as he walked with quick steps across the room,
“is your opinion of me! 73This is the estimation in which you hold me! 74I
thank you for explaining it so fully. 75My faults, according to this
calculation, are heavy indeed! 76But, 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. 77These
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; 78by reason, by
reflection, by everything. 79But disguise of every sort is my abhorrence.
80Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. 81They were natural and just.
82Could 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?”
83Elizabeth felt herself growing more angry every moment; yet she tried to
the utmost to speak with composure when she said,—
84“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 gentlemanlike manner.”
85She saw him start at this; but he said nothing, and she continued,—
86“You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way
that would have tempted me to accept it.”
87Again his astonishment was obvious; and he looked at her with an
expression of mingled incredulity and mortification. 88She went on,—
89“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 immovable 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.”
90“You have said quite enough, madam. 91I perfectly comprehend your
feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been.
92Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best
wishes for your health and happiness.”
93And with these words he hastily left the room, and Elizabeth heard him
the next moment open the front door and quit the house. 94The tumult of
her mind was now painfully great. 95She knew not how to support herself,
and, from actual weakness, sat down and cried for half an hour. 96Her
astonishment, as she reflected on what had passed, was increased by
every review of it. 97That she should receive an offer of marriage from
Mr. Darcy! that he should have been in love with her for so many months!
98so 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! 99it was gratifying to have inspired unconsciously so strong
an affection. 100But 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
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.
101She 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.