1ELIZABETH 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
inquiries 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. 2In 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. 3The note was immediately despatched, and
its contents as quickly complied with. 4Mrs. Bennet, accompanied by her
two youngest girls, reached Netherfield soon after the family breakfast.
5Had 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. 6She
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. 7After 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. 8Bingley met them with hopes
that Mrs. Bennet had not found Miss Bennet worse than she expected.
9“Indeed I have, sir,” was her answer. 10“She is a great deal too ill to be
moved. 11Mr. Jones says we must not think of moving her. 12We must trespass
a little longer on your kindness.”
13“Removed!” cried Bingley. 14“It must not be thought of. 15My sister, I am
sure, will not hear of her removal.”
16“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.”
17Mrs. Bennet was profuse in her acknowledgments.
18“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. 19I often tell my other girls they are nothing to
her. 20You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley, and a charming prospect
over that gravel walk. 21I do not know a place in the country that is
equal to Netherfield. 22You will not think of quitting it in a hurry, I
hope, though you have but a short lease.”
23“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. 24At present, however, I consider myself as quite fixed here.”
25“That is exactly what I should have supposed of you,” said Elizabeth.
26“You begin to comprehend me, do you?” cried he, turning towards her.
27“Oh yes—I understand you perfectly.”
28“I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen
through, I am afraid, is pitiful.”
29“That is as it happens. 30It does not necessarily follow that a deep,
intricate character is more or less estimable than such a one as yours.”
31“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.”
32“I did not know before,” continued Bingley, immediately, “that you were
a studier of character. 33It must be an amusing study.”
34“Yes; but intricate characters are the most amusing. 35They have at
least that advantage.”
36“The country,” said Darcy, “can in general supply but few subjects for
such a study. 37In a country neighbourhood you move in a very confined and
unvarying society.”
38“But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be
observed in them for ever.”
39“Yes, indeed,” cried Mrs. Bennet, offended by his manner of mentioning a
country neighbourhood. 40“I assure you there is quite as much of that
going on in the country as in town.”
41Everybody was surprised; and Darcy, after looking at her for a moment,
turned silently away. 42Mrs. Bennet, who fancied she had gained a complete
victory over him, continued her triumph,—
43“I cannot see that London has any great advantage over the country, for
my part, except the shops and public places. 44The country is a vast deal
pleasanter, is not it, Mr. Bingley?”
45“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. 46They have each their
advantages, and I can be equally happy in either.”
47“Ay, that is because you have the right disposition. 48But that
gentleman,” looking at Darcy, “seemed to think the country was nothing
at all.”
49“Indeed, mamma, you are mistaken,” said Elizabeth, blushing for her
mother. 50“You quite mistook Mr. Darcy. 51He only meant that there was not
such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in town, which
you must acknowledge to be true.”
52“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. 53I know we dine with four-and-twenty families.”
54Nothing but concern for Elizabeth could enable Bingley to keep his
countenance. 55His sister was less delicate, and directed her eye towards
Mr. Darcy with a very expressive smile. 56Elizabeth, 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.
57“Yes, she called yesterday with her father. 58What an agreeable man Sir
William is, Mr. Bingley—is not he? 59so much the man of fashion! 60so
genteel and so easy! 61He has always something to say to everybody. 62That
is my idea of good breeding; and those persons who fancy themselves very
important and never open their mouths quite mistake the matter.”
63“Did Charlotte dine with you?”
64“No, she would go home. 65I fancy she was wanted about the mince-pies. 66For
my part, Mr. Bingley, I always keep servants that can do their own
work; my daughters are brought up differently. 67But everybody is to
judge for themselves, and the Lucases are a very good sort of girls, I
assure you. 68It is a pity they are not handsome! 69Not that I think
Charlotte 70so very plain; but then she is our particular friend.”
71“She seems a very pleasant young woman,” said Bingley.
72“Oh dear, yes; but you must own she is very plain. 73Lady Lucas herself
has often said so, and envied me Jane’s beauty. 74I do not like to boast
of my own child; but to be sure, Jane—one does not often see anybody
better looking. 75It is what everybody says. 76I do not trust my own
partiality. 77When 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.
78But, however, he did not. 79Perhaps he thought her too young. 80However, he
wrote some verses on her, and very pretty they were.”
81“And so ended his affection,” said Elizabeth, impatiently. 82“There has
been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. 83I wonder who first
discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!”
84“I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love,” said Darcy.
85“Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. 86Everything nourishes what is
strong already. 87But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I
am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.”
88Darcy only smiled; and the general pause which ensued made Elizabeth
tremble lest her mother should be exposing herself again. 89She 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. 90Mr. Bingley was
unaffectedly civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be
civil also, and say what the occasion required. 91She performed her part,
indeed, without much graciousness, but Mrs. Bennet was satisfied, and
soon afterwards ordered her carriage. 92Upon this signal, the youngest of
her daughters put herself forward. 93The 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.
94Lydia 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. 95She 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. 96She 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. 97His answer
to this sudden attack was delightful to her mother’s ear.
98“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. 99But you would not wish to be dancing while she is ill?”
100Lydia declared herself satisfied. 101“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. 102And when you have given your ball,” she
added, “I shall insist on their giving one also. 103I shall tell Colonel
Forster it will be quite a shame if he does not.”
104Mrs. 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.