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not sound, and that you would never act in this way yourself." 

Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley's attentions to her sister, Eliza- 
beth 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 al- 
lowed 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 hardly 
had 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 sym- 
metry 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 playful- 
ness. 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 con- 
versing 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 seem- 
ing 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 you not think, Mr. Darcy, that I expressed myself uncommonly 
well just now, when I was teasing Colonel Forster to give us a ball at 

"With great energy; but it is always a subject which makes a lady 

"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." 


Pride and Prejudice 

by Jane Austen 

Chapter 1 

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in posses- 
sion 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 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 you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impa- 

"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 imme- 
diately; 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?" 


"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 tire- 
some! 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 may 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 whichever 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 prefer- 

"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 for my poor 

"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 consid- 

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 

"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 more 
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 with him in company 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 also been 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 to-morrow, 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 


bottle directly." 

The boy protested that she should not; she continued to declare that 
she would, and the argument ended only with the visit. 

Chapter 6 

The ladies of Longbourn soon waited on those of Netherfield. The 
visit was soon returned in due form. Miss Bennet's pleasing manners 
grew on the goodwill 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 treat- 
ment 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 aris- 
ing 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 prefer- 
ence 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 

"It may perhaps be pleasant," replied Charlotte, "to be able to im- 
pose 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 women 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 


eration these last twenty years at least." 

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 understand- 
ing, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discon- 
tented, she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get 
her daughters married; its solace was visiting and news. 

Chapter 2 

Mr. Bennet was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bin- 
gley. 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 trim- 
ming 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, mamma," said Elizabeth, "that we shall meet him 
at the assemblies, and that Mrs. Long 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?" 

"To-morrow 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 cer- 
tainly very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of 
a fortnight. But if ive do not venture somebody else will; and after all, 
Mrs. Long and her daughters 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, 

"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 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 that 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. Ben- 
net; and, as he spoke, he left the room, fatigued with the raptures of his 

"What an excellent father you have, girls!" said she, when the door 

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 quite angry 
at being spoke to." 

"Miss Bingley told me," said Jane, "that he never speaks much, un- 
less among his intimate acquaintances. With them he is remarkably 

"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 eat 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 

"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 qual- 
ity 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 our- 
selves, 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 a 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 


market town; and, in 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 be- 
ing 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 every- 
body. 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 el- 
dest 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 assem- 
bly 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. Robin- 
son; 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 pret- 
tiest? 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 is 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 


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 acquaintances 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 

"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. 

Chapter 3 

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 supposi- 
tions, and distant surmises; but he eluded the skill of them all, and 
they were at last obliged to accept the second-hand intelligence of their 
neighbour. Lady Lucas. Her report was highly favourable. Sir William 
had been delighted with him. He was quite young, wonderfully hand- 
some, extremely agreeable, and, to crown the whole, he meant to be at 
the next assembly with a large party. Nothing could be more delight- 
ful! 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 Nether- 
field," 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 al- 
ready had Mrs. Bennet planned the courses that were to do credit to her 
housekeeping, when an answer arrived which deferred it all. Mr. Bing- 

ley was obliged to be in town the following day, and, consequently, un- 
able 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. Bin- 
gley 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 
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 gentlemanlike; he had a pleas- 
ant 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, no- 
ble mien, and the report which was in general circulation within five 
minutes after his entrance, of his having ten thousand a year. The gen- 
tlemen 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 dis- 
gust 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 princi- 
pal 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 them- 
selves. 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 walk- 
ing about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party. His 
character was decided. He was the proudest, most disagreeable man 

rooms, satisfied with what the owner said in its praise, and took it im- 

Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite 
of great opposition of character. Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the 
easiness, openness, and 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, Bing- 
ley had the firmest reliance, and of his judgement 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, re- 
served, 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 offense. 

The manner in which they spoke of the Meryton assembly was suf- 
ficiently characteristic. Bingley had never met with more pleasant peo- 
ple or prettier girls in his life; everybody had been most kind and at- 
tentive 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 ad- 
mired her and liked her, and pronounced her to be a sweet girl, and 
one whom they would not object to know more of. Miss Bennet was 
therefore established as a sweet girl, and their brother felt authorized 
by such commendation to think of her as he chose. 

Chapter 5 

Within a short walk of Longbourn lived a family with whom the 
Bennets were particularly intimate. Sir William Lucas had been for- 
merly 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 


erywhere. 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 be- 
haviour 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 judgement 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 making themselves agreeable when they chose it, 
but proud and conceited. They were rather handsome, had been ed- 
ucated 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 there- 
fore 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 anxious for his having an estate of his own; but, 
though he was now only established 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 con- 
sider 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 recom- 
mendation 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 


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 resent- 
ment 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 hear 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 

"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am par- 
ticularly acquainted with my partner. At such an assembly as this it 
would be insupportable. Your sisters are engaged, and there is not an- 
other 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 Mr. 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; I am in no hu- 
mour 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 Eliza- 
beth remained with no very cordial feelings toward 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 fam- 
ily. 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 Ly- 
dia had been fortunate enough never to be 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. Ben- 
net 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 events of an evening 
which had raised such splendid expectations. He had rather hoped 
that his wife's views on the stranger would be disappointed; but he 
soon found out that he had a 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 inquired 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 impa- 
tiently, "he would not have danced half so much! For God's sake, say 
no more of his partners. O that he had sprained his ankle in the first 

"Oh! my dear, 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 en- 
during 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." 

Chapter 4 

When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been 
cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister just 
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 com- 

"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 gen- 
eral. 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 your life." 

"I would not wish 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 oth- 
ers! Affectation of candour is common enough — one meets with it ev- 

"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 very differently. But every- 
body is to judge for themselves, and the Lucases are a 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." 

"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 man 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 Nether- 

Lydia was a stout, well-grown girl of fifteen, with a fine complexion 
and good-humoured countenance; a favourite with her mother, whose 


"You are a very strange creature by way of a friend! — always want- 
ing 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 persever- 
ing, 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 ev- 
erybody 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 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 society." 

"Certainly, sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue 
amongst the less polished societies of the world. Every savage can 

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 had some thought 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 dis- 
posed to make any; and Elizabeth at that instant moving towards them, 
he was struck with the action of doing a very gallant thing, and called 
out to her: 

"My dear Miss Eliza, why are you not 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 hon- 
our 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." 


"The country," said Darcy, "can in general supply but a few sub- 
jects 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 for ever." 

"Yes, indeed," cried Mrs. Bennet, offended by his manner of men- 
tioning 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 mo- 
ment, 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 it not, 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 gen- 
tleman," looking at Darcy, "seemed to think the country was nothing 
at all." 

"Indeed, Mamma, you are mistaken," said Elizabeth, blushing for 
her mother. "You quite mistook Mr. Darcy. He only meant that there 
was not such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in the 
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 neigh- 
bourhoods 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 eyes to- 
wards 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 easy! He had 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 mat- 

"Did Charlotte dine with you?" 


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 will 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 have ever met with. I often tell my other girls they are noth- 
ing to her. You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley, and a charming 
prospect over the 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 Eliza- 

"You begin to comprehend me, do you?" cried he, turning towards 

"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 follow that a deep, intricate char- 
acter 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 your 
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." 


"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 those people! 
What would I give to hear your strictures on them!" 

"You 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 astonish- 
ment. 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 serious about it, I shall consider the matter is ab- 
solutely settled. You will be having a charming mother-in-law, indeed; 
and, of course, she will always be at Pemberley with you." 

He listened to her with perfect indifference while she chose to en- 
tertain herself in this manner; and as his composure convinced her that 
all was safe, her wit flowed long. 

Chapter 7 

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 for- 
tune, 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. Phillips, 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 fam- 
ily, 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 morn- 
ing 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 headquarters. 

Their visits to Mrs. Phillips were now productive of the most inter- 
esting 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. 
Phillips visited them all, and this opened to his nieces a store of felic- 
ity 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 slight- 
ingly 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 


condescend to employ for captivation. Whatever bears affinity to cun- 
ning is despicable." 

Miss Bingley was not so entirely satisfied with this reply as to con- 
tinue 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 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 
attention might be paid to the sick lady and her sister. 

Chapter 9 

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 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. In spite of this amendment, however, she re- 
quested to have a note sent to Longbourn, desiring her mother to visit 
Jane, and form her own judgement of her situation. The note was im- 
mediately 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 imme- 
diately, as her restoration to health would probably remove her from 
Netherfield. She would not listen, therefore, to her daughter's pro- 
posal 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 daughter all attended her into the breakfast parlour. Bingley met 


"Your list of the common extent of accomplishments," said Darcy, 
"has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who de- 
serves 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 usu- 
ally 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 ex- 
pressions, 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. 

"Elizabeth 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 

"Undoubtedly," replied Darcy, to whom this remark was chiefly 
addressed, "there is a meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes 


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." 

"Mamma," 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 li- 

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. 

"My dear friend, — 

"If you are not so compassionate as to dine to-day with Louisa and 
me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, 
for a whole day's tete-a-tete between two women can never end with- 
out a quarrel. Come as soon as you can on receipt of this. My brother 
and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers. — Yours ever, 

"Caroline Bingley" 

"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 they not?" 

"They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them." 

"But if you have got them to-day," 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 prognos- 
tics 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 con- 
trivance. Breakfast was scarcely over when a servant from Netherfield 
brought the following note for Elizabeth: 

"My dearest Lizzy, — 

"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 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. — Yours, etc." 

"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 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 an 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." 


at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy!" 

"It ought to be good," he replied, "it has been the work of many 

"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 neigh- 
bourhood, 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 with 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 de- 
lighted me so much. Such a countenance, such manners! And so ex- 
tremely 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 

"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." 


"I think I have heard you say that their uncle is an attorney on 

"Yes; and they have another, who lives somewhere near Cheap - 

"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 returned to her room 
on leaving the dining-parlour, and sat with her till summoned to cof- 
fee. 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 sleep, 
and when it seemed 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 sus- 
pecting 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 be soon increased by seeing her quite well." 

Elizabeth thanked him from her heart, and then walked towards 
the 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 looked 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 


"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 noth- 
ing 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 opin- 
ion, 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 

"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 spring- 
ing 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 con- 
tempt 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 admira- 
tion 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 inquiries 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 giv- 
ing 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 besides expressions of gratitude for 
the extraordinary kindness she was treated with. Elizabeth silently at- 
tended her. 


When breakfast was over they were joined by the sisters; and Eliza- 
beth began to like them herself, when she saw how much affection and 
solicitude they showed for Jane. The apothecary came, and having ex- 
amined 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 to an invitation to remain at Netherfield for the 
present. Elizabeth most thankfully consented, and a servant was dis- 
patched to Longbourn to acquaint the family with her stay and bring 
back a supply of clothes. 

Chapter 8 

At five o'clock the two ladies retired to dress, and at half-past six 
Elizabeth was summoned to dinner. To the civil inquiries 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 former 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 Bing- 
ley 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 to prefer 
a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing to say to her. 

When dinner was over, she returned directly to Jane, and Miss Bin- 
gley began abusing her as soon as she was out of the room. Her man- 
ners were pronounced to be very bad indeed, a mixture of pride and 
impertinence; she had no conversation, no style, no beauty. Mrs. Hurst 
thought the same, and added: 

"She has nothing, in short, to recommend her, but being an excel- 
lent walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning. She re- 
ally 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 remark- 
ably well when she came into the room this morning. Her dirty petti- 
coat 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 Bin- 

"I am afraid, Mr. Darcy," observed Miss Bingley in a half whisper, 
"that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine 

"Not at all," he replied; "they were brightened by the exercise." A 
short pause followed this speech, and Mrs. Hurst began again: 

"I have a excessive regard for Miss 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." 


"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 admi- 
ration. 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 ex- 
cellency of its cooking was owing. But he was set right there 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 soft- 
ened tone she declared herself not at all offended; but he continued to 
apologise for about a quarter of an hour. 

Chapter 14 

During dinner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all; but when the ser- 
vants 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 el- 
evated 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 of the discourses which he had 
already had the honour of preaching before her. She had also asked 


affection had brought her into public at an early age. She had high ani- 
mal spirits, and a sort of natural self-consequence, which the attention 
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 when 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 re- 
turned 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. 

Chapter 10 

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 per- 
fect unconcern with which her praises were received, formed a curious 
dialogue, and was exactly in union 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 a year! Letters of business, too! How odious I should think them!" 

"It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of 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 beau- 
tiful little design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss 

"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 
corresp ondents . " 

"Your humility, Mr. Bingley," said Elizabeth, "must disarm re- 

"Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, "than the appearance of 
humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an 


"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 by 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 apologising for being next in the entail? — We cannot sup- 
pose he would help it if he could. — Could 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, "the letter does not seem de- 
fective. 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 re- 
ceived 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 disposed of in marriage. This 
gallantry was not much to the taste of some of his hearers; but Mrs. 
Bennet, who quarreled with no compliments, answered most readily. 

"You are very kind, 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 

"You allude, perhaps, to the entail of this estate." 


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 sub- 
ject, 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 grate- 
ful 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 in the reach of my influ- 
ence; and on these grounds I flatter myself that my present overtures 
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 here- 
after. 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'ennight 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 cler- 
gyman 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, 

"William Collins" 

"At four o'clock, therefore, we may expect this peace-making gen- 
tleman," 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." 


indirect boast." 

"And which of the two do you call my little recent piece of mod- 

"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 prized much by the possessor, and often with- 
out any attention to the imperfection of the performance. When you 
told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you ever resolved upon 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 busi- 
ness undone, and can be of no real advantage to yourself or anyone 

"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 believe 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 
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." 

"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 better of me, if under 
such a circumstance I were to give a flat denial, and ride off as fast as I 

"Would Mr. Darcy then consider the rashness of your original in- 
tentions 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, how- 
ever, 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 understand- 
ing 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 be- 
haviour thereupon. But in general and ordinary cases between friend 
and friend, where one of them is desired by the other to change a reso- 
lution 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 ar- 
range 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 as- 
sure 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 argu- 
ment, and want to silence this." 

"Perhaps I do. Arguments are too much like disputes. If you and 



"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 be- 
ing eagerly questioned by his wife and his five daughters at once. 

After amusing himself some time with their curiosity, he thus ex- 

"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 men- 
tioned. 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 tried to explain to her the nature of an entail. 
They had often attempted to do 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 

"It certainly is a most iniquitous affair," said Mr. Bennet, "and noth- 
ing 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 is very impertinent 
of him to write to you at all, and very hypocritical. I hate such false 
friends. Why could he not keep on quarreling 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. 

"Dear Sir, — 

"The disagreement subsisting between yourself and my late hon- 
oured father always gave me much uneasiness, and since I have had 
the misfortune to lose him, I have frequently wished to heal the breach; 


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 of 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 cir- 
cle. 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 extracts to admire, and some new obser- 
vations of threadbare morality to listen to. Catherine and Lydia had in- 
formation for them of a different sort. Much had been done and much 
had been said in the regiment since the preceding Wednesday; sev- 
eral 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. 

Chapter 13 

"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 to- 
day, 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! 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 to-day. Lydia, my love, ring the bell — I must speak to Hill this 


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 Eliza- 
beth for an indulgence of some music. Miss Bingley moved with some 
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 em- 
ployed, 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 something 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 assis- 
tance from her desire of getting rid of Elizabeth. 

She often tried to provoke Darcy into disliking her guest, by talk- 
ing of their supposed marriage, and planning his happiness in such an 

"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 sure the younger girls of running after of- 
ficers. 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 Phillips 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 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 

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, "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 grouped, and 
appear to uncommon advantage. The picturesque would be spoilt by 


Chapter 12 

In consequence of an agreement between the sisters, Elizabeth 
wrote the next morning to their 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 her- 
self 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 imme- 
diately, 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 

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 noiv escape him, nothing that could elevate her with the hope 
of influencing his felicity; sensible that if such an idea had been sug- 
gested, 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 consci- 
entiously to his book, and would not even look at her. 


"Certainly," replied Elizabeth — "there are such people, but I hope 
I am not one of them. I hope I never ridicule what is wise and 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 un- 
derstanding 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 Bin- 
gley; "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 
other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses 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 

"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 par- 
ticular evil — a natural defect, which not even the best education can 

"And your defect is to hate everybody." 

"And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunder- 
stand them." 

"Do let us have a little music," cried Miss Bingley, tired of a con- 
versation in which she had no share. "Louisa, you will not mind my 
waking Mr. Hurst?" 

Her sister had 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. 


admitting a fourth. Good-bye." 

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 recov- 
ered as to intend leaving her room for a couple of hours that evening. 

Chapter 11 

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 pro- 
fessions of pleasure; and Elizabeth had never seen them so agreeable 
as they were during the hour which passed before the gentlemen ap- 
peared. Their powers of conversation were considerable. They could 
describe an entertainment with accuracy, relate an anecdote with hu- 
mour, 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 toward Darcy, and she had 
something to say to him before he had advanced many steps. He ad- 
dressed himself to Miss Bennet, with a polite congratulation; Mr. Hurst 
also made her a slight bow, and said he was "very glad;" but diffuse- 
ness 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 further 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 

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 an- 
swered 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 af- 
ter 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 for some amusement; 
when hearing her brother mentioning a ball to Miss Bennet, she turned 
suddenly towards him and said: 

"By the bye, 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 car- 
ried on in a different manner; but there is something insufferably te- 
dious in the usual process of such a meeting. It would surely be much 
more rational if conversation instead of dancing were 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 she 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 would 
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 manner and presence of 
mind! No, no — 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 acquaintances. I dearly 
love a laugh." 

"Miss Bingley," said he, "has given me more credit 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 


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 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 sep- 
aration. 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 ev- 
ery 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 ceremo- 
nious card. Jane pictured to herself a happy evening in the society 
of her two friends, and the attentions of her 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 look and behav- 
ior. 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 is 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 every- 

Elizabeth's spirits were so high on this 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 


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 Cather- 
ine 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 
the 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 alter- 
ations he had been making, and had even vouchsafed to suggest some 
herself — some shelves in the closet 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 only one daughter, the heiress of Rosings, and of very 
extensive property." 

"Ah!" said Mrs. Bennet, shaking her head, "then she is better off 
than many girls. And what sort of young lady is she? Is she hand- 

"She is a most charming young lady indeed. Lady Catherine her- 
self 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 lady of distinguished birth. She is unfortu- 
nately of a sickly constitution, which has prevented her from making 
that progress in many accomplishments which she could not have oth- 
erwise failed of, as I am informed by the lady who superintended her 
education, and who still resides with them. But she is perfectly ami- 
able, 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 one day, has de- 
prived the British court of its brightest ornaments. 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 my- 
self 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 mo- 
ment, 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 el- 
egant 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 en- 
joyment, maintaining at the same time the most resolute composure of 
countenance, and, except in an occasional glance at Elizabeth, requir- 
ing no partner in his pleasure. 

By tea-time, 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 solem- 
nity, read three pages, she interrupted him with: 

"Do you know, mamma, that my uncle Phillips 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 to-morrow 
to hear more about it, and to ask when Mr. Denny comes back from 

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 


before the carriage stopped at Longbourn House. 

Chapter 17 

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 endured such unkindness, was enough to 
interest all her tender feelings; and nothing remained therefore 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 on behalf of the interested people who have probably been con- 
cerned 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 impos- 
sible. 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 cere- 
mony. 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 

"I beg your pardon; one knows exactly what to think." 


"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 yester- 

"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 for another. 

"Mr. Collins," said she, "speaks highly both of Lady Catherine and 
her daughter; but from some particulars that he has related of her la- 
dyship, 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 for- 
tune, part from her authoritative manner, and the rest from the pride 
for 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 sup- 
per 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. Phillips's supper party, but his manners recommended him to ev- 
erybody. 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. Phillips, 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 


amazes me, I confess; for, certainly, there can be nothing so advanta- 
geous to them as instruction. But I will no longer importune my young 

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 in- 
terruption, 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. 

Chapter 15 

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 re- 
tirement, and the consequential feelings of early and unexpected pros- 
perity. 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 pa- 
troness, mingling with a very good opinion of himself, of his authority 
as a clergyman, and his right as a rector, made him altogether a mixture 
of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility. 

Having now a good house and a very sufficient income, he in- 
tended 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 gen- 
erous 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 tete-a-tete with Mrs. Bennet before breakfast, a conversation be- 
ginning with his parsonage-house, and leading naturally to the avowal 
of his hopes, that a mistress might be found for it at Longbourn, pro- 
duced from her, amid very complaisant smiles and general encour- 
agement, 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 knoiv of any prepossession; her el- 
dest 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 at- 
tend 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, nomi- 
nally 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 of 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 fit- 
ted for a walker than a reader, was extremely 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 offi- 
cers, and nothing less than a very smart bonnet indeed, or a really new 


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 some- 
thing for fortune and figure." 

The whist party soon afterwards breaking up, the players gath- 
ered round the other table and Mr. Collins took his station between 
his cousin Elizabeth and Mrs. Phillips. The usual inquiries as to his 
success was made by the latter. It had not been very great; he had 
lost every point; but when Mrs. Phillips 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 that 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 chances of these things, and hap- 
pily 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 was 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." 


closest manner!" 

"We were born in the same parish, within the same park; the great- 
est 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. Phillips, ap- 
pears 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 Pember- 
ley property. He was most highly esteemed by Mr. Darcy, a most inti- 
mate, confidential friend. Mr. Darcy often acknowledged himself to be 
under the greatest obligations to my father's active superintendence, 
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 his 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 had often been his best friend. It has con- 
nected him nearer with virtue than with 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 care- 
ful guardian of his sister, and you will hear him generally cried up as 
the most attentive and best of brothers." 

"What sort of 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 


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 gentlemanlike appearance, 
walking with another 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 Ly- 
dia, determined if possible to find out, led the way across the street, 
under pretense of wanting something in an opposite shop, and fortu- 
nately 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 per- 
fectly 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 di- 
rectly 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 counte- 
nance 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 no- 
ticed 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. Phillip's house, and then made their bows, in spite of Miss 
Lydia's pressing entreaties that they should come in, and even in spite 


of Mrs. Phillips's throwing up the parlour window and loudly second- 
ing the invitation. 

Mrs. Phillips was always glad to see her nieces; and the two eldest, 
from their recent absence, were particularly welcome, and she was ea- 
gerly expressing her surprise at their sudden return home, which, as 
their own carriage had not fetched them, she should have known noth- 
ing 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 ac- 
quaintance with her, which he could not help flattering himself, how- 
ever, might be justified by his relationship to the young ladies who 
introduced him to her notice. Mrs. Phillips was quite awed by such 
an excess of good breeding; but her contemplation of one stranger was 
soon put to an end 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 contin- 
ued the occupation, but unluckily no one passed windows now except 
a few of the officers, who, in comparison with the stranger, were be- 
come "stupid, disagreeable fellows." Some of them were to dine with 
the Phillip ses the next day, and their aunt promised to make her hus- 
band call on Mr. Wickham, and give him an invitation also, if the fam- 
ily from Longbourn would come in the evening. This was agreed to, 
and Mrs. Phillips 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 per- 
fectly needless. 

As they walked home, Elizabeth related to Jane what she had seen 
pass between the two gentlemen; but though Jane would have de- 
fended either or both, had they appeared to be in the wrong, she could 
no more explain such behaviour than her sister. 

Mr. Collins on his return highly gratified Mrs. Bennet by admiring 


conditional recommendation, and to assert that I had forfeited all claim 
to it by extravagance, imprudence — in short anything or nothing. Cer- 
tain 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 have 
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 ivill 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 hand- 
somer 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 un- 
common 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 re- 
member 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 con- 
tented herself with, "and one, too, who had probably been his com- 
panion from childhood, connected together, as I think you said, in the 


and it always gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason for 
avoiding him but what I might proclaim before 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 further 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 with gentle but very intelligible 

"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 further by his account of their present quarters, and the 
very great attentions and excellent acquaintances Meryton had pro- 
cured them. Society, I own, is necessary to me. I have been a disap- 
pointed man, and my spirits will not bear solitude. I must have em- 
ployment 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." 


"Yes — the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of 
the best living in his gift. He was my godfather, and excessively at- 
tached 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 you not 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 


Mrs. Phillips'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 even 
pointedly included him in her invitation for the next evening, although 
utterly unknown to her before. Something, he supposed, might be at- 
tributed to his connection with them, but yet he had never met with so 
much attention in the whole course of his life. 

Chapter 16 

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. Phillips 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 chimney-piece alone had cost eight hundred pounds, 
she felt all the force of the compliment, and would hardly have re- 
sented 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 em- 
ployed until the gentlemen joined them; and he found in Mrs. Phillips 
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 instru- 
ment, and examine their own indifferent imitations of china on the 
mantelpiece, 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 un- 
reasonable admiration. The officers of the shire were in general 

a very creditable, gentlemanlike 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 Phillips, breathing port wine, who followed them into the 

Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every fe- 
male eye was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom 
he finally seated himself; and the agreeable manner in which he im- 
mediately fell into conversation, though it was only on its being a wet 
night, 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 to sink into insignificance; to the young 
ladies he certainly was nothing; but he had still at intervals a kind lis- 
tener in Mrs. Phillips, and was by her watchfulness, most abundantly 
supplied with coffee and muffin. When the card-tables were placed, he 
had the opportunity of obliging her in turn, 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 in life — " Mrs. Phillips was very 
glad 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 partic- 
ular. 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 sub- 
ject drop, added, "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I 

"Yes," replied Mr. 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 

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 very warmly. "I 
have spent four days in the same house with him, and I think him very 

"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 any- 
where 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 Hert- 
fordshire. 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 inter- 
ruption, "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. 


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 further 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 to 
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 a rather ex- 
traordinary 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 could 
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 

"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 when I have the hon- 
our of seeing her again, I shall speak in the very highest terms of your 
modesty, economy, and other amiable qualification." 

"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 be- 
lieving what I say. I wish you very happy and very rich, and by refus- 
ing you hand, do all in my power to prevent your being otherwise. In 
making me the offer, you must have satisfied the delicacy of your feel- 
ings 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 Mr. Collins not thus addressed 

"When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on the sub- 
ject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have 


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 the 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 Mr. Wickham for those very dances; and to have Mr. 
Collins instead! her liveliness had never been worse timed. There was 
no help for it, however. Mr. Wickham's happiness and her own were 
perforce 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 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 civili- 
ties toward herself, and heard his frequent attempt at a compliment on 
her wit and vivacity; and though more astonished than gratified her- 
self by this effect of her charms, it was not long before her mother gave 
her to understand that the probability of their marriage was extremely 
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 very 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. 

Chapter 18 

Till Elizabeth entered the drawing-room at Netherfield, and looked 
in vain for Mr. Wickham among the cluster of red coats there assem- 
bled, a doubt of his being present had never occurred to her. The cer- 
tainty of meeting him had not been checked by any of those recollec- 
tions 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 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 sig- 
nificant smile, "I do not imagine his business would have called him 
away just now, if he had not wanted 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 imme- 
diate disappointment, that she could hardly reply with tolerable ci- 
vility to the polite inquiries which he directly afterwards approached 
to make. Attendance, 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 vol- 
untary transition to the oddities of her cousin, and to point him out to 
her particular notice. The first two dances, however, brought a return 
of distress; they were dances of mortification. Mr. Collins, awkward 


"My reasons for marrying are, first, that I think it a right thing for 
every clergyman in easy circumstances (like myself) to set the exam- 
ple of matrimony in his parish; secondly, that I am convinced that 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 oivn, 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 towards Longbourn instead of my own 
neighbourhood, where I can assure you there are many amiable young 
women. But the fact is, that being, as I am, to inherit this estate af- 
ter 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 but 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 per cents, which will not be 
yours till after your mother's decease, is all that you may ever be en- 
titled to. On that head, therefore, I shall be uniformly silent; and you 
may assure yourself that no ungenerous reproach shall ever pass my 


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 Eliz- 
abeth, 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 answered instantly, "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 has- 
tening away, when Elizabeth called out: 

"Dear madam, 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 to 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 hear- 
ing 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 pur- 
port of my discourse, however your natural delicacy may lead you to 
dissemble; my attentions have been too marked to be mistaken. Al- 
most as soon as I entered the house, I singled you out as the compan- 
ion of my future life. But before I am run away with by my feelings on 
this subject, perhaps it would 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 
further, and he continued: 


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 ecstasy. 

She danced next with an officer, and had the refreshment of talk- 
ing 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 on 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 ten times his consequence. Eliz- 
abeth made no answer, and took her place in the set, amazed at the dig- 
nity 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 sort 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 by 
I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones. 
But noiv 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 eclat 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 Eliza- 
beth 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 sub- 
ject. At that moment. Sir William Lucas appeared close to them, mean- 
ing to pass through the set to the other side of the room; but on per- 
ceiving Mr. Darcy, he stopped with a bow of superior courtesy to com- 
pliment 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 Eliza (glancing at 
her sister and Bingley) shall take place. What congratulations will then 


to themselves. They repulsed every attempt of Mrs. Bennet at conver- 
sation, 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!" accompa- 
nied 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 Long- 
bourn, and addressed herself especially 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 op- 
portunity 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 un- 
doubtedly 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. 

Chapter 19 

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 


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 a much as a 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 intolera- 

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 on 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 rec- 
ommend 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 con- 
versation to herself. 

She was at least free from the offense of Mr. Darcy's further notice; 
though often standing within a very short distance of her, quite dis- 
engaged, he never came near enough to speak. She felt it to be the 
probable consequence of her allusions to Mr. Wickham, and rejoiced in 

The Longbourn party were the last of all the company to depart, 
and, by a manoeuvre 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 fam- 
ily. Mrs. Hurst and her sister scarcely opened their mouths, except to 
complain of fatigue, and were evidently impatient to have the house 


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 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 ball-room; 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 ap- 
peared by her suddenly exclaiming, "I remember hearing you once say, 
Mr. Darcy, that you hardly ever forgave, that you resentment once cre- 
ated was unappeasable. You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its being 

"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 opin- 
ion, 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, endeavour- 
ing 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 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 rea- 
son 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 

"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; and on each side dissatisfied, though not to an equal 
degree, for in Darcy's breast there was a tolerable powerful feeling to- 
wards 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 accosted her: 

"So, Miss Eliza, I hear you are quite delighted with George Wick- 
ham! Your sister has been talking to me about him, and asking me a 
thousand questions; and I find that the young man quite forgot to tell 
you, among his other communication, that he was the son of old Wick- 
ham, 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 always been 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 that 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 

"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 


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 an- 
other. 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 compos- 
edly 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, imperturbably 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, how- 
ever, 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 a 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 a comfortable as possible. And I do not think it of 
light importance that he should have attentive and conciliatory man- 
ner 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 to- 
wards anybody connected with the family." And with a bow to Mr. 
Darcy, he concluded his speech, which had been spoken so loud as a 


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 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 au- 
dible 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 for 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. Eliza- 
beth 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 look- 
ing at her mother, she was convinced that his attention was invariably 
fixed by her. The expression of his face changed gradually from indig- 
nant contempt to a composed and steady gravity. 

At length, however, Mrs. Bennet had no more to say; and Lady Lu- 
cas, 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 inter- 
val 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. 


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 has 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. Eliz- 
abeth 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 princi- 
pally 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 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 
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 defense 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 to still 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 enter- 
tained of Mr. Bingley's regard, and said all in her power to heighten 


her confidence in it. On their being joined by Mr. Bingley himself, Eliz- 
abeth 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 over- 
hear the gentleman himself mentioning to the young lady who does the 
honours of the house the names of his cousin Miss de Bourgh, and of 
her mother Lady Catherine. How wonderfully these sort of things oc- 
cur! 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 ear- 
lier. 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'nnight." 

Elizabeth tried hard to dissuade him from such a scheme, assuring 
him that Mr. Darcy would consider his addressing him without intro- 
duction 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 su- 
perior 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 in 
your excellent judgement in all matters within the scope of your under- 
standing; but permit me to say, that there must be a wide difference be- 
tween 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 dic- 
tates 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 astonish- 
ment 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 compli- 
ment of saying that he was so well convinced of Lady Catherine's dis- 
cernment 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 en- 
deavouring 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 her expectation that Jane would soon be 
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 


marks 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 disap- 
pointment 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 more was heard of his 

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, ad- 
dressed to their father, and written with all the solemnity of gratitude 
which a twelvemonth's abode in the family might have prompted. Af- 
ter discharging his conscience on that head, he proceeded to inform 
them, with many rapturous expressions, of his happiness in having ob- 
tained 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 fort- 
night; for Lady Catherine, he added, so heartily approved his mar- 
riage, that she wished it to take place as soon as possible, which he 
trusted would be an unanswerable argument with his amiable Char- 
lotte 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 

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 


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 deli- 
cacy of the female character." 

"Really, Mr. Collins," cried Elizabeth with some warmth, "you puz- 
zle 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 to 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 be- 
lieving 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 connec- 
tions with the family of de Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, 
are circumstances highly in my favour; and you should take it into 
further 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 there- 
fore 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 pretensions 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 propos- 
als, 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 encour- 
agement, to apply to her father, whose negative might be uttered in 


such a manner as to be decisive, and whose behavior at least could not 
be mistaken for the affectation and coquetry of an elegant female. 

Chapter 20 

Mr. Collins was not left long to the silent contemplation of his suc- 
cessful 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 or 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 natu- 
rally flow from her bashful modesty and the genuine delicacy of her 

This information, however, startled Mrs. Bennet; she would have 
been glad to be equally satisfied that her daughter had meant to en- 
courage him by protesting against his proposals, but she dared not be- 
lieve 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 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 natu- 
rally 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 


Elizabeth, feeling it incumbent on her to relieve him from so un- 
pleasant 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 sis- 
ters 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 

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 disbe- 
lieving 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 the mischief; and the other that she 
herself had been barbarously misused by them all; and on these two 
points she principally dwelt during the rest of the day. Nothing could 
console and nothing could appease her. Nor did that day wear out 
her resentment. A week elapsed before she could see Elizabeth with- 
out 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 agree- 
able 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 re- 
tort 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 re- 


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, connection, 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 had not supposed it 
to be 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. 

Chapter 23 

Elizabeth was sitting with her mother and sisters, reflecting on 
what she had heard, and doubting whether she was authorised to men- 
tion 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 be- 
tween 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, al- 
ways 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. 


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 an hopeless busi- 

"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 it not 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 begin- 
ning, 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, in talking this way? You promised 
me to insist upon her marrying him." 

"My dear," replied her husband, "I have two small favours to re- 
quest. 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 inter- 
fering; 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 mo- 
tives 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 hardly had 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 melan- 
choly 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 uncon- 
cerned 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. 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 plea- 
sure 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 


"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, and 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 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 herself 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 possi- 
bility as 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 in- 
credible 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 ef- 
fort for it, was able to assure 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 sur- 
prised, very much surprised — so lately as Mr. Collins was wishing to 
marry you. But when you have had time to think it over, I hope you 


band. Without thinking highly either of men or matrimony, marriage 
had always been her object; it was the only provision for well-educated 
young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving hap- 
piness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want. This preser- 
vative 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 occa- 
sion 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 a disapprobation. She resolved to give her the infor- 
mation 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 ex- 
ercising great self-denial, for he was longing to publish his prosperous 

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 engagements might allow him to visit them. 

"My dear madam," he replied, "this invitation is particularly grat- 
ifying, 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 upon your guard. Risk anything rather 
than her displeasure; and if you find it likely to be raised by your com- 
ing to us again, which I should think exceedingly probable, stay quietly 
at home, and be satisfied that ive shall take no offence." 


what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never 

Her daughters listened in silence to this effusion, sensible that any 
attempt to reason with her or soothe her would only increase the irrita- 
tion. She talked on, therefore, without interruption from any of them, 
till they were joined by Mr. Collins, who entered the room 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 me and Mr. Collins 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 began the projected conver- 
sation: "Oh! Mr. Collins!" 

"My dear madam," replied he, "let us be for ever 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 evil 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 your- 
self and Mr. Bennet the compliment of requesting you to interpose your 
authority in my behalf. My conduct may, I fear, be objectionable in hav- 
ing 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 fam- 
ily, and if my manner has been at all reprehensible, I here beg leave to 


Chapter 21 

The discussion of Mr. Collins's offer was now nearly at an end, and 
Elizabeth had only to suffer from the uncomfortable feelings neces- 
sarily attending it, and occasionally from some peevish allusions of 
her mother. As for the gentleman himself, his feelings were chiefly ex- 
pressed, 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 es- 
pecially 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 meant to stay. 

After breakfast, the girls walked to Meryton to inquire if Mr. Wick- 
ham were returned, and to lament over his absence from the Nether- 
field 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. The envelope contained a sheet of elegant, lit- 
tle, 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 recol- 


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 con- 
jecture his design, and he was not willing to have the attempt known 
till its success might be known likewise; for though feeling almost se- 
cure, 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 per- 
ceived 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, every- 
thing 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 con- 
sent; and it was bestowed with a most joyful alacrity. Mr. Collins's 
present circumstances made it a most eligible match for their daugh- 
ter, 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 fam- 
ily, 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 apprehen- 
sion 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 hus- 


The idea of his returning no more Elizabeth treated with the ut- 
most 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 

They agreed that Mrs. Bennet should only hear of the departure of 
the family, without being alarmed on the score of the gentleman's con- 
duct; but even this partial communication gave her a great deal of con- 
cern, 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 
that Mr. Bingley would be soon down again and soon dining at Long- 
bourn, 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. 

Chapter 22 

The Bennets were engaged to dine with the Lucases and again dur- 
ing 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 use- 
ful, and that it amply repaid her for the little sacrifice of her time. This 
was very amiable, but Charlotte's kindness extended farther than Eliz- 
abeth had any conception of; its object was nothing else than to secure 
her from any return of Mr. Collins's addresses, by engaging them to- 
wards herself. Such was Miss Lucas's scheme; and appearances were 
so favourable, that when they parted at night, she would have felt al- 
most secure 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 


lected 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 Wick- 
ham; and no sooner had he and he 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 infor- 
mation of their having just resolved to follow their brother to town 
directly, and of their meaning to dine 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 that delightful intercourse we have known, and in 
the meanwhile may lessen the pain of separation by a very frequent 
and most unreserved correspondence. I depend on you for that." To 
these highflown expressions Elizabeth listened with all the insensibil- 
ity 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 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 in- 
tercourse you have known as friends will be renewed with yet greater 
satisfaction as sisters? Mr. Bingley will not be detained in London by 

"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 busi- 
ness 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 con- 
vinced 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 acquaintances are already there for the winter; I wish that I could 
hear that you, my dearest friend, had any intention of making one of 
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 that 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, 
ive are scarcely less eager to meet her again. I really do not think Geor- 
giana 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 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 sis- 
ter'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 do you think 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 sus- 
pects 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 a 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 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 represen- 
tation 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 deceiving 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 

"You must decide for yourself," said Elizabeth; "and if, upon ma- 
ture 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 con- 
sider your situation with much compassion." 

"But if he returns no more this winter, my choice will never be re- 
quired. A thousand things may arise in six months!" 


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, re- 
minding 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 al- 
low 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 object was 
her sister; and she was more grieved than astonished to hear, in reply 
to her minute inquiries, 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 

Mrs. Gardiner then rallied her niece on Wickham's desertion, and 
complimented her on bearing it so well. 


Even Elizabeth began to fear — not that Bingley was indifferent — 
but that his sisters would be successful in keeping him away. Un- 
willing as she was to admit an idea so destructive of Jane's happiness, 
and so dishonorable to the stability of her lover, she could not prevent 
its frequently occurring. The united efforts of his two unfeeling sis- 
ters 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 suspense was, of course, more 
painful than Elizabeth's, but whatever she felt she was desirous of con- 
cealing, 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 would 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 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 love-making 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 Char- 
lotte Lucas should ever be mistress of this house, that I should be forced 
to make way for her, and live to see her take her 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 in- 

"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. 

Chapter 24 

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 

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 for- 
mer 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 con- 
cern for her sister, and resentment against all others. To Caroline's as- 
sertion 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 of his 


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 certainly should be a more interesting 
object to all my acquaintances 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 de- 
fection 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 hand- 
some young men must have something to live on as well as the plain." 

Chapter 27 

With no greater events than these in the Longbourn family, and oth- 
erwise 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 depend- 
ing 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 lit- 
tle 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 


being in town, I am certain, from something she said herself; and yet 
it would 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. — Yours, etc." 

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 a 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 some one 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 ren- 
dering himself agreeable; but Elizabeth, less clear-sighted perhaps in 
this 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 struggle 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. 


own happiness to the caprice of their inclination. Had his own happi- 
ness, however, been the only sacrifice, he might have been allowed to 
sport with it in whatever manner he thought best, but her sister's was 
involved in it, as she thought he must be sensible himself. It was a sub- 
ject, 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' inter- 
ference; whether he had been aware of Jane's attachment, or whether 
it had escaped his observation; whatever were the case, though her 
opinion of him must be materially affected by the difference, her sis- 
ter's situation remained the same, her peace equally wounded. 

A day or two passed before Jane had courage to speak of her feel- 
ings 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 

"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 imme- 
diately, 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 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 dif- 
ference of situation and temper. Consider Mr. Collins's respectability, 
and Charlotte's steady, prudent 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 married 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 tivo instances. I cannot misunderstand you, but I en- 
treat 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 de- 


reached her. I inquired 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 see them soon here." 

Elizabeth shook her head over this letter. It convinced her that ac- 
cident only could discover to Mr. Bingley her sister's being in town. 

Four weeks passed away, and Jane saw nothing of him. She en- 
deavoured 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 ex- 
cuse 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 de- 
ceive 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 judgement, 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 ive 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 must 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 ago. He knows of my 


to come to Hunsford." 

Elizabeth could not refuse, though she foresaw little pleasure in the 

"My father and Maria are coming to me in March," added Char- 
lotte, "and I hope you will consent to be of the party. Indeed, Eliza, 
you will be as welcome 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 impa- 
tience 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 to-morrow 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 


sign," said Elizabeth; "but without scheming to do wrong, or to make 
others unhappy, there may be error, and there may be misery. Thought- 
lessness, want of attention to other people's feelings, and want of res- 
olution, 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 won- 
der 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 light, it is nothing in compar- 
ison 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 was 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 

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 a little in love now and then. 
It is something to think of, and it 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 
in Meryton to disappoint all the young ladies in the country. Let Wick- 
ham be your man. He is a pleasant fellow, and would jilt you cred- 

"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 
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 recom- 
mendations 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 pub- 
licly canvassed; and everybody was pleased to know how much they 
had always disliked Mr. Darcy before they had known anything of the 

Miss Bennet was the only creature who could suppose there might 
be any extenuating circumstances in the case, unknown to the soci- 
ety 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. 

Chapter 25 

After a week spent in professions of love and schemes of felicity, 
Mr. Collins was called from his amiable Charlotte by the arrival of Sat- 
urday. 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 return into Hertfordshire, the day would 


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 un- 
happy; but since we see every day that where there is affection, young 
people are seldom withheld by immediate want of fortune from enter- 
ing 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 you 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 the 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 quit- 
ted by the Gardiners and Jane; but as he took up his abode with the Lu- 
cases, his arrival was no great inconvenience to Mrs. Bennet. His mar- 
riage 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 you. 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. 


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 de- 
lighting both him and herself. On being made acquainted with the 
present Mr. Darcy's treatment of him, she tried to remember some 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. 

Chapter 26 

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 com- 
parison, 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 


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 receiv- 
ing her brother and his wife, who came as usual to spend the Christ- 
mas at Longbourn. Mr. Gardiner was a sensible, gentlemanlike 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. Phillips, was an amiable, in- 
telligent, elegant woman, and a great favourite with all her Longbourn 
nieces. Between the two eldest and herself especially, there subsisted a 
particular regard. They had frequently been staying with her in town. 

The first part of Mrs. Gardiner's business on her arrival was to dis- 
tribute 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 upon 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 it not 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 the 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 be- 
fore, 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 sub- 
ject. "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 eas- 
ily forgets her, that these sort of inconsistencies are very frequent." 

"An excellent consolation in its way," said Elizabeth, "but it will not 
do for MS. 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 doubt- 
ful, so indefinite, that it gives me very little idea. It is as often applied 
to feelings which arise from a 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 upon 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 per- 
suaded 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 that 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 his 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 suc- 
cessfully 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 same time, than as 
she hoped 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 
Phillipses, the Lucases, and the officers, there was not a day without 
its engagement. Mrs. Bennet had so carefully provided for the enter- 
tainment 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 offi- 
cers always made part of it — of which officers Mr. Wickham was sure 
to be one; and on these occasion, Mrs. Gardiner, rendered suspicious by 
Elizabeth's warm commendation, narrowly observed them both. With- 
out 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 un- 
easy; 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 
acquaintances in common; and though Wickham had been little there 
since the death of Darcy's father, it was yet in his power to give her 
fresher intelligence of her former friends than she had been in the way 
of procuring. 


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 in- 
strument. He drew a chair near her. Lady Catherine listened to half 
a song, and then talked, as before, to her other nephew; till the lat- 
ter walked away from her, and making with his usual deliberation to- 
wards 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? 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 at every attempt to in- 
timidate me." 

"I shall not say 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 un- 
lucky in meeting with a person so 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 re- 
taliate, and such things may come out as will shock your relations to 

"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, 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." 


"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 discre- 
tion 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 — what should he? If it were 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 

"But there seems an indelicacy in directing his attentions towards 
her so soon after this event." 

"A man in distressed circumstances has not time for all those ele- 
gant decorums which other people may observe. If she does not object 
to it, why should ivel" 

"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 merce- 
nary, 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 
to-morrow 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 determined how far it shall carry us," said Mrs. Gar- 
diner, "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. "Oh, my 
dear, dear aunt," she rapturously cried, "what delight! what felic- 
ity! You give me fresh life and vigour. Adieu to disappointment and 
spleen. What are young 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 ivill know where we have gone — we ivill recollect what 
we have seen. Lakes, mountains, and rivers shall not be jumbled to- 
gether in our imaginations; nor when we attempt to describe any par- 
ticular scene, will we begin quarreling about its relative situation. Let 
our first effusions be less insupportable than those of the generality of 

Chapter 28 

Every object in the next day's journey was new and interesting to 
Elizabeth; and her spirits were in a state of 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 palings of Rosings Park was their boundary on one 
side. Elizabeth smiled at the recollection of all that she had heard of its 

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 ap- 
peared 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, rejoic- 
ing 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 in- 
stantly 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 


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 travel- 
ling and staying at home, of new books and music, that Elizabeth had 
never been half so well entertained in that room before; and they con- 
versed 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 acknowl- 
edged, 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 mu- 
sic. 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 practice a good 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 with- 
out 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 


used to look in Hertfordshire — paid his compliments, with his usual 
reserve, to Mrs. Collins, and whatever might be his feelings toward 
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 any- 
body. At length, however, his civility was so far awakened as to in- 
quire 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 con- 
fused 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. 

Chapter 31 

Colonel Fitzwilliam's manners were very much admired at the Par- 
sonage, and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the 
pleasures of their engagements at Rosings. It was some days, how- 
ever, 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 Lady Catherine or her daughter. Colonel Fitzwilliam 
had called at the Parsonage more than once during the time, but Mr. 
Darcy they had seen only 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 re- 
ceived 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 


minutes at the gate to hear and satisfy his inquiries 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 

Elizabeth was prepared to see him in his glory; and she could not 
help in 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 this garden was one of his most 
respectable pleasures; and Elizabeth admired the command of counte- 
nance 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 num- 
ber the fields in every direction, and could tell how many tress there 
were in the most distant clump. But of all the views which his garden, 
or which the country or kingdom could boast, none were to be com- 
pared 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 an air of great comfort through- 
out, 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 condescen- 
sion, 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 say- 
ing 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 

"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 already been written; and when it closed, 
Elizabeth, in the solitude of her chamber, had to meditate upon Char- 
lotte'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 — 


versation 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 Cather- 
ine'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 acquaintances whom she did not prefer, his com- 
ing would furnish one comparatively new to look at in their Rosings 
parties, and she might be amused in seeing how hopeless Miss Bing- 
ley's designs on him were, by his behaviour to his cousin, for whom 
he was evidently destined by Lady Catherine, who talked of his com- 
ing 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 af- 
ter 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 Cather- 
ine 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 gentleman ac- 
companied 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 door-bell, and shortly af- 
terwards the three gentlemen entered the room. Colonel Fitzwilliam, 
who led the way, was about thirty, not handsome, but in person and ad- 
dress most truly the gentleman. Mr. Darcy looked just as he had been 


dered that Charlotte should not prefer the dining-parlour for common 
use; it was a better sized room, and had a more pleasant 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 Par- 
sonage, and had a few minutes' conversation with Charlotte, but was 
scarcely ever prevailed upon to get out. 

Very few days passed in which Mr. Collins did not walk to Ros- 
ings, and not many in which his wife did not think it necessary to go 
likewise; and till Elizabeth recollected that there might be other fam- 
ily 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 
commission of the peace of the county, she was a most active magis- 
trate 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 vil- 
lage 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 coun- 
terpart of the first. Their other engagements were few, as the style of 
living in the neighbourhood in general was beyond Mr. Collins's reach. 
This, however, was no evil to Elizabeth, and upon the whole she spent 
her time comfortably enough; there were half-hours of pleasant con- 


"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 crea- 
ture. Who would have thought that 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 conver- 
sation with the ladies; and Sir William, to Elizabeth's high diversion, 
was stationed in the doorway, in earnest contemplation of the great- 
ness 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. 

Chapter 29 

Mr. Collins's triumph, in consequence of this invitation, was com- 
plete. 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 opportu- 


nity 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 ser- 
vants, 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 her daughter. I would advise you merely to put 
on whatever of your clothes is superior to the rest — there is no occa- 
sion for anything more. Lady Catherine will not think the worse of 
you for being simply dressed. She likes to have the distinction of rank 

While they were dressing, he came two or three times to their dif- 
ferent 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 for- 
ward 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 


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 la- 
dyship 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 broken 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. 

Chapter 30 

Sir William stayed only a week at Hunsford, but his visit was long 
enough to convince him of his daughter's being most comfortably set- 
tled, 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 morning 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 the 
window in his own book-room, which fronted the road. The room in 
which the ladies sat was backwards. Elizabeth had at first rather won- 


"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 rec- 
ommended another young person, who was merely accidentally men- 
tioned to me, and the family are quite delighted with her. Mrs. Collins, 
did I tell you of Lady Metcalf '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 sec- 
ond. The younger ones out before the elder ones 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 inclina- 
tion to marry early. The last-born has as good a right to the pleasures 
of youth at 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 

"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 


cost Sir Lewis de Bourgh. 

When they ascended the steps to the hall, Maria's alarm was ev- 
ery 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 or 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 the finished ornaments, they 
followed the servants through an ante-chamber, 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 be- 
fore 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 ren- 
dered 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 represented. 

When, after examining the mother, in whose countenance and de- 
portment she soon found some resemblance of Mr. Darcy, she turned 
her eyes on the daughter, she could almost have joined in Maria's as- 
tonishment 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 en- 
gaged 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 ser- 
vants 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 fur- 
nish 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 admira- 
tion, and gave most gracious smiles, especially when any dish on the 
table proved a novelty to them. The party did not supply much con- 
versation. Elizabeth was ready to speak whenever there was an open- 
ing, 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 was 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 sub- 
ject in so decisive a manner, as proved that she was not used to have 
her judgement controverted. She inquired into Charlotte's domestic 
concerns familiarly and minutely, gave her a great deal of advice as to 
the management of them all; told her how everything ought to be reg- 
ulated 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 espe- 
cially 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 ed- 
ucated, 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 

"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 

"My mother would have had no objection, but my father hates Lon- 

"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 gov- 
erness, 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." 


With no expectation of pleasure, but with the strongest curiosity, 
Elizabeth opened the letter, and, to her still increasing wonder, per- 
ceived 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 apprehen- 
sion of its containing any repetition of those sentiments or renewal of 
those offers which were last night so disgusting to you. I write with- 
out 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 offenses 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. Bin- 
gley from your sister, and the other, that I had, in defiance of vari- 
ous claims, in defiance of honour and humanity, ruined the immedi- 
ate prosperity and blasted the prospects of Mr. Wickham. Wilfully and 
wantonly to have thrown off the companion of my youth, the acknowl- 
edged 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 circum- 
stance, I shall hope to be in the future secured, when the following 
account of my actions and their motives has been read. If, in the ex- 
planation 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 further apology would 
be absurd. 

"I had not been long in Hertfordshire, before I saw, in common 
with others, that Bingley preferred your elder sister to any other young 
woman in the country. But it was not till the evening of the dance 


"I had not at that time the honour of knowing any lady in the as- 
sembly 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 or- 

"Perhaps," said Darcy, "I should have judged better, had I sought 
an introduction; but I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to 

"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 rec- 
ommend 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 will 
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 em- 
ployed your time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of 
hearing you can think anything wanting. We neither of us perform to 

Here they were interrupted by Lady Catherine, who called out to 
know what they were talking of. Elizabeth immediately began play- 
ing 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 no- 
tion 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. 

Chapter 32 

Elizabeth was sitting by herself the next morning, and writing to 
Jane while Mrs. Collins and Maria were gone on business into the vil- 
lage, 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 
were to be within. 

They then sat down, and when her inquiries 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 rec- 
ollecting when she had seen him last in Hertfordshire, and feeling curi- 
ous 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 

"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 


spect to Jane — his unpardonable assurance in acknowledging, though 
he could not justify it, and the unfeeling manner in which he had men- 
tioned Mr. Wickham, his cruelty towards whom he had not attempted 
to deny, soon overcame the pity which the consideration of his attach- 
ment had for a moment excited. She continued in very agitated re- 
flections 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. 

Chapter 35 

Elizabeth awoke the next morning to the same thoughts and medi- 
tations 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 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 hear- 
ing 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. 


abhorrence. Nor am I ashamed of the feelings I related. They were nat- 
ural 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 the concern 
which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more 
gentlemanlike manner." 

She saw him start at this, but he said nothing, and she continued: 

"You could not have made 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 dis- 
dain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the 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." 

"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 re- 


very little of his time there in the future. He has many friends, and is 
at a time of life when friends and engagements are continually increas- 

"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 it or quit it on the same 

"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 comfort- 
able 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 to be 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 

"It must be very agreeable for 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 advan- 
tages 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 ap- 
pear 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 expenses 
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 her walk. The tete-a-tete surprised 
them. Mr. Darcy related the mistake which had occasioned his intrud- 
ing on Miss Bennet, and after sitting a few minutes longer without say- 
ing 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 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 Cather- 
ine, books, and a billiard-table, but gentlemen cannot always be 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, some- 
times together, and now and then accompanied by their aunt. It was 
plain to them all that Colonel Fitzwilliam came because he had plea- 
sure in their society, a persuasion which of course recommended him 


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 deny- 
ing 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 dis- 
like 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 

"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 mis- 
fortunes have been great indeed." 

"And of your infliction," cried Elizabeth with energy. "You have re- 
duced him to his present state of poverty — comparative poverty. You 
have withheld the advantages which you must know to have been de- 
signed 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 misfortune 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, stop- 
ping in his walk, and turning towards her, "these offenses might have 
been overlooked, had not your pride been hurt by my honest confes- 
sion 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 


they may be returned. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and 
if I could /eel 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 ac- 
knowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming 
it after this explanation." 

Mr. Darcy, who was leaning against the mantelpiece 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 distur- 
bance of his mind was visible in every feature. He was struggling for 
the appearance of composure, and would not open his lips till he be- 
lieved himself to have attained it. The pause was to Elizabeth's feelings 
dreadful. At length, with a voice of forced calmness, he said: 

"And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expect- 
ing! 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 inquire," replied she, "why with so evident a de- 
sire of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked 
me against your will, against your reason, and even against your char- 
acter? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I ivas uncivil? But I 
have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my feelings de- 
cided 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?" 

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 cen- 
sure of the world for caprice and instability, and the other to its deri- 
sion for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the 
acutest kind." 

She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listen- 
ing with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of 


still more; and Elizabeth was reminded by her own satisfaction in be- 
ing 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 liked to have believed this change the effect 
of love, and the object of that love her friend Eliza, she set herself seri- 
ously to work to find it out. She watched him whenever they were at 
Rosings, and whenever he came to Hunsford; but without much suc- 
cess. 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 some- 
times 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 mar- 
rying Colonel Fitzwilliam. He was beyond comparison the most pleas- 
ant man; he certainly admired her, and his situation in life was most 
eligible; but, to counterbalance these advantages, Mr. Darcy had con- 
siderable patronage in the church, and his cousin could have none at 

Chapter 33 

More than once did Elizabeth, in her ramble within the park, unex- 
pectedly 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, there- 
fore, 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 inquiries 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 plea- 
sure 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 and 
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 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 gener- 
ally 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 Par- 
sonage 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 pleasure in the great power of choice. I do not know anybody 
who seems more to enjoy the power of doing what he likes than Mr. 

"He likes to have his own way very well," replied Colonel 


being Colonel Fitzwilliam himself, who had once before called late in 
the evening, and might now come to inquire particularly after her. But 
this idea was soon banished, and her spirits were very differently af- 
fected, when, to her utter amazement, she saw Mr. Darcy walk into the 
room. In an hurried manner he immediately began an inquiry 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 I have 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 en- 
couragement; and the avowal of all that he felt, and had long felt for 
her, immediately followed. He spoke well; but there were feelings be- 
sides 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 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 con- 
cluded 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 accep- 
tance 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 


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 retain- 
ing 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. 

Chapter 34 

When they were gone, Elizabeth, as if intending to exasperate her- 
self 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 characterise 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 at- 
tention 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 


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 de- 
pendence? When have you been prevented by want of money from go- 
ing 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 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 dependent, and there are too 
many in my rank of life who can afford to marry without some atten- 
tion 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 thou- 
sand 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 someone 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 gentlemanlike 
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 could 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 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 


"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 judgement alone, he was 
to determine and direct in what manner his friend was to be happy. 
But," she continued, recollecting herself, "as we know none of the par- 
ticulars, 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 a 
lessening of 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 there- 
fore, abruptly changing the conversation talked on indifferent matters 
until 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 peo- 
ple could be meant than those with whom she was connected. There 
could not exist in the world tivo men over whom Mr. Darcy could have 
such boundless influence. That he had been concerned in the mea- 
sures taken to separate Bingley and Jane she had never doubted; but 
she had always attributed to Miss Bingley the principal design and ar- 
rangement 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 

"There were some very strong objections against the lady," were 
Colonel Fitzwilliam's words; and those 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 Mr. Darcy himself need not disdain, and re- 
spectability which he will probably never each." When she thought of 
her mother, 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 


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 further. 

Chapter 39 

It was the second week in May, in which the three young ladies set 
out together from Gracechurch Street for the town of , in Hertford- 
shire; and, as they drew near the appointed inn where Mr. Bennet's car- 
riage was to meet them, they quickly perceived, in token of the coach- 
man's punctuality, both Kitty and Lydia looking out of a dining-room 
upstairs. These two girls had been above an hour in the place, hap- 
pily 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 in- 


at Netherfield that I had any apprehension of his feeling a serious at- 
tachment. 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 un- 
decided. From that moment I observed my friend's behaviour atten- 
tively; 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 senti- 
ment. If you have not been mistaken here, I must have been in 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 de- 
sirous of believing her indifferent is certain — but I will venture to say 
that my investigation 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 rea- 
son. My objections to the marriage were not merely those which I last 
night acknowledged to have 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 in- 
stances, I had myself endeavoured to forget, because they were not im- 
mediately before me. These causes must be stated, though briefly. The 
situation of your mother's family, though objectionable, was nothing 
in comparison to that total want of propriety so frequently, so almost 
uniformly betrayed by herself, by your three younger sisters, and occa- 
sionally 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 


elder 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 

"The part which I acted is now to be explained. His sisters' uneasi- 
ness 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 of- 
fice of pointing out to my friend the certain evils of such a choice. I de- 
scribed, 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 that I hesitated not in giving, of your sis- 
ter'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 judgement than on his 
own. To convince him, therefore, that he had deceived himself, was no 
very difficult point. To persuade him against returning into Hertford- 
shire, 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 my- 
self, as it was known to Miss Bingley; but her brother is even yet igno- 
rant 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 of- 
fer. 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 in- 
jured 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 


ciety! 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 com- 
passion. 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 forget- 
ting his thanks for the kindness he had received at Longbourn in the 
winter, and his compliments to Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, though un- 
known. 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 mes- 
sage for the ladies at 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 added privately, "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 


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 great pleasure to hear that you have passed your time 
not disagreeably. We have certainly done our best; and most fortu- 
nately having it in our power to introduce you to very superior society, 
and, from our connection with Rosings, the frequent means of vary- 
ing 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 foot- 
ing we are. You see how continually we are engaged there. In truth I 
must acknowledge that, with all the disadvantages of this humble par- 
sonage, 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 Hert- 
fordshire, 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 be- 
lieved and rejoiced in his domestic comforts. She was not sorry, how- 
ever, to have the recital of them interrupted by the lady from whom 
they sprang. Poor Charlotte! it was melancholy to leave her to such so- 


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 fa- 
ther to be of service to him; and on George Wickham, who was his 
godson, his kindness was therefore liberally bestowed. My father sup- 
ported 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 man- 
ner 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 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. Wick- 
ham 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 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 de- 
signed 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 pro- 
vide 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 to 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 for- 
get myself, and which no obligation less than the present should in- 
duce 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 affec- 
tionate 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 


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 opin- 
ion, heightened the sense of what Jane had lost. His affection was 
proved to have been sincere, and his conduct cleared of all blame, un- 
less 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 development of Wick- 
ham'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 inquired minutely into the partic- 
ulars 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 curt- 
sey and hold out her hand to both. 

Chapter 38 

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 neces- 

"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 favor 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 


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 man-servant, does he? I am very 
glad you have somebody who thinks of these 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 nec- 
essary, 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 compas- 
sion. 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 re- 
gret; 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 gid- 
diness of his youngest daughters; and her mother, with manners so far 
from right herself, was entirely insensible of the evil. Elizabeth had fre- 
quently 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 care- 
less, would scarcely give them a hearing. They were ignorant, idle, and 
vain. While there was an officer in Meryton, they would flirt with him; 


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 had 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 ac- 
quainted with every particular of these transactions. If your abhor- 
rence of me should make my assertions valueless, you cannot be pre- 
vented 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. 

"Fitzwilliam Darcy" 

Chapter 36 

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 well be supposed 


how eagerly she went through them, and what a contrariety of emo- 
tion 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 inca- 
pable 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 an- 
gry 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 dif- 
ficult of definition. Astonishment, apprehension, and even horror, op- 
pressed her. She wished to discredit it entirely, repeatedly exclaim- 
ing, "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 

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 let- 
ter 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 sen- 
tence. 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 


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 by herself, by suppos- 
ing 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 and 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 ex- 
pected 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, 


reflected how materially the credit of both must be hurt by such im- 
propriety 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 — re-considering 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. 

Chapter 37 

The two gentlemen left Rosings the next morning, and Mr. Collins 
having been in waiting near the lodges, to make them his parting obei- 
sance, was able to bring home the pleasing intelligence, of their appear- 
ing in very good health, and in as tolerable spirits as could be expected, 
after the melancholy scene so lately gone through at Rosings. To Ros- 
ings 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 lady- 
ship's indignation would have been. "What would she have said? how 
would she have behaved?" were questions with which she amused 

Their first subject was the diminution of the Rosings party. "I assure 
you, I feel it exceedingly," said Lady Catherine; "I believe no one feels 
the loss of friends so much as I do. But I am particularly attached to 


one side or the other; and, for a few moments, she flattered herself that 
her wishes did not err. But when she read and re-read with the closest 
attention, the particulars immediately following of Wickham's resign- 
ing 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 at 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 him- 
self. As to his real character, had information been in her power, she 
had never felt a wish of inquiring. 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 in- 
tegrity 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 be- 
fore her, in every charm of air and address; but she could remember 
no more substantial good than the general approbation of the neigh- 
bourhood, 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 be- 
fore; 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 awk- 
wardness of the application, and at length wholly banished by the con- 
viction 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 conver- 
sation between Wickham and herself, in their first evening at Mr. 
Phillips's. Many of his expressions were still fresh in her memory. 
She was noiv struck with the impropriety of such communications to 
a stranger, and wondered it had escaped her before. She saw the in- 
delicacy of putting himself forward as he had done, and the incon- 
sistency 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 re- 
spect for the father would always prevent his exposing the son. 

How differently did everything now appear in which he was con- 
cerned! His attentions to Miss King were now the consequence of 
views solely and hatefully mercenary; and the mediocrity of her for- 
tune 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 prefer- 
ence which she believed she had most incautiously shown. Every lin- 
gering struggle in his favour grew fainter and fainter; and in farther 
justification of Mr. Darcy, she could not but allow Mr. Bingley, when 
questioned by Jane, had long ago asserted his blamelessness in the af- 
fair; 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 Mr. 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 in- 

She grew absolutely ashamed of herself. Of neither Darcy nor Wick- 
ham could she think without feeling she had been blind, partial, prej- 
udiced, absurd. 

"How despicably I have acted!" she cried; "I, who have prided my- 
self on my discernment! I, who have valued myself on my abilities! 
who have often disdained the generous candour of my sister, and grat- 
ified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust! 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 ne- 
glect 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 explana- 
tion 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 be totally unsuspicious of her 
sister's attachment; and she could not help remembering what Char- 
lotte'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 dis- 
approbation, 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 thus been 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 


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 ap- 
pear 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 amuse- 
ment. One enjoyment was certain — that of suitableness of compan- 
ions; a suitableness which comprehended health and temper to bear 
inconveniences — cheerfulness to enhance every pleasure — and affec- 
tion 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, Kenilworth, Birmingham, etc. are 
sufficiently known. A small part of Derbyshire is all the present con- 
cern. To the little town of Lambton, the scene of Mrs. Gardiner's for- 
mer residence, and where she had lately learned 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 acquaintances are connected. Wickham passed all his youth 
there, you know." 

Elizabeth was distressed. She felt that she had no business at Pem- 
berley, and was obliged to assume a disinclination for seeing it. She 
must own that she was tired of seeing 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 


deed, 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 
at table. "What do you think? It is excellent news — capital news — and 
about a certain person we all like!" 

Jane and Elizabeth looked at each other, and the waiter was told 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 it not? 
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 

"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 

Elizabeth was shocked to think that, however incapable of such 
coarseness of expression herself, the coarseness of the sentiment was lit- 
tle other than her own breast had 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, work-bags, and parcels, and the unwelcome addition of Kitty's 
and Lydia's purchases, were seated in it. 

"How nicely we are all 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 


Phillips 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 bye, 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 Colonel 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 kinds 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 

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 
that occupied them: Lady Lucas was inquiring of Maria, after the wel- 
fare and poultry of her eldest daughter; Mrs. Bennet was doubly en- 
gaged, 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 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 I drew up the blinds, and pre- 
tended there was nobody in the coach; and I should have gone so all 


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 

After the first fortnight or three weeks of her absence, health, good 
humour, and cheerfulness began to reappear at Longbourn. Every- 
thing wore a happier aspect. The families who had been in town for 
the winter came back again, and summer finery and summer engage- 
ments 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 northwards 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 Pember- 
ley and its owner. "But surely," said she, "I may enter his county with- 
out impunity, and rob it of a few petrified spars without his perceiving 



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 every- 
thing 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 hard- 
ened in all her folly and assurance by a situation of such double dan- 
ger as a watering-place and a camp. Upon the whole, therefore, she 
found, what has been sometimes been found before, that an event to 
which she had been looking with impatient desire did not, in taking 
place, bring all the satisfaction she had promised herself. It was conse- 
quently 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 anticipa- 
tion, console herself for the present, and prepare for another disap- 
pointment. 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 expec- 
tations of pleasure realised. 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 ex- 
pected, 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 beau- 
tiful 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 off to the camp; and from her correspondence with her 


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 sis- 
ter, 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 

In the afternoon Lydia was urgent with the rest of the girls to walk 
to Meryton, and to 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 
Mr. 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 an- 
swers were at the same time so vague and equivocal, that her mother, 
though often disheartened, had never yet despaired of succeeding at 

Chapter 40 

Elizabeth's impatience to acquaint Jane with what had happened 
could no longer be overcome; and at length, resolving to suppress ev- 
ery 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 sis- 
terly partiality which made any admiration of Elizabeth appear per- 
fectly 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 

"His being so sure of succeeding was wrong," said she, "and cer- 
tainly 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 tell you what happened the very next 

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 be- 
lieving 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 dis- 
covery. Most earnestly did she labour to prove the probability of error, 
and seek to clear the 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 
Darcy's; but you shall do as you choose." 

It was some time, however, before a smile could be extorted from 

"I do not know when I have been more shocked," said she. "Wick- 
ham so very bad! It is almost past belief. And poor Mr. Darcy! Dear 
Lizzy, only consider what he must have suffered. Such a disappoint- 
ment! and with the knowledge of your ill opinion, too! and having to 


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 should not 
miss the opportunity of enjoying herself as much as possible — advice 
which there was every reason to believe would be well 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. 

Chapter 42 

Had Elizabeth's opinion been all drawn from her own family, she 
could not have formed a very pleasing opinion 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 and end to all real affection for 
her. Respect, esteem, and confidence had vanished for ever; 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 of 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 obliga- 
tion 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 aris- 
ing from so ill-judged a direction of talents; talents, which, rightly used, 
might at least have preserved the respectability of his daughters, even 



"Indeed!" cried Mr. 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 aught 
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 appre- 
hensive and anxious attention, while she added: 

"When I said that he improved on acquaintance, I did not mean 
that his mind or his 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 minuted he was silent, till, shaking off his em- 
barrassment, he turned to her again, and said in the gentlest of accents: 

"You, who so well know my feeling towards Mr. Darcy, will read- 
ily comprehend how sincerely I must rejoice that he is wise enough to 
assume even the appearance of what is right. His pride, in that direc- 
tion, may be of service, if not to himself, to many others, for it must 
only 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 judgement he stands much in awe. His fear of her has al- 
ways 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 further 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. 


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 con- 
tinually abusive without saying anything just; but one cannot always 
be laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something 

"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 may say un- 
happy. And with no one to speak to about what I felt, no Jane to com- 
fort me and say that I had not been so very weak and vain and nonsen- 
sical as I knew I had! Oh! how I wanted you!" 

"How unfortunate that you should have used such very strong ex- 
pressions 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 acquaintances 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 opinion?" 

"That it ought not to be attempted. Mr. Darcy has not authorised 
me to make his communication public. On the contrary, every partic- 
ular 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 con- 
duct, 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 Mery- 
ton 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 any- 
one here what he really is. Some time 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 
for ever. He is now, perhaps, sorry for what he has done, and anxious 
to re-establish 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 lurk- 
ing behind, of which prudence forbade 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 her 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 encumbrance 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 most first attach- 
ments 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 in- 
dulgence 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 noiv 
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 Phillips so the other day. 
But I cannot find out that Jane saw anything of him in London. Well, 


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 her melancholy conviction of her husband's never intending to go 
there himself. 

But they were entirely ignorant of what had passed; and their rap- 
tures 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 formal 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 intentions 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 what- 
ever 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 at Meryton, he 
dined, with other of the officers, at Longbourn; and so little was Eliz- 
abeth disposed to part from him in good humour, that on his mak- 
ing some inquiry as to the manner in which her time had passed at 
Hunsford, she mentioned Colonel Fitzwilliam's and Mr. Darcy's hav- 
ing both spent three weeks at Rosings, and asked him, if he was ac- 
quainted 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 gentlemanlike 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 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 upon acquain- 


tempt which her rage for admiration will excite. In this danger Kitty 
also is comprehended. She will follow wherever Lydia leads. Vain, ig- 
norant, idle, and absolutely uncontrolled! Oh! my dear father, can you 
suppose it possible that they will not be censured and despised wher- 
ever 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 affec- 
tionately 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 authorising 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 

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 her sister sought to tear her from such prospects 
and such realities as these, what would have been her sensations? They 


he is a very undeserving young man — and I do not suppose there's 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 inquired 
of everybody, too, who is likely to know." 

"I do not believe 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 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 expecta- 
tion, 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 

"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 as quite 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." 

Chapter 41 

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 Ly- 


dia, 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 exclaiming 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 
Miller's regiment went away. I thought I should have broken my 

"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 disagree- 

"A little sea-bathing would set me up forever." 

"And my aunt Phillips 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 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 ecstasy, calling for everyone's congratula- 
tions, and laughing and talking with more violence than ever; whilst 
the luckless Kitty continued in the parlour repined 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 be- 
haviour, 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 temp- 
tations must be greater than at home. He heard her attentively, and 
then said: 

"Lydia will never be easy until 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 circum- 

"If you were aware," said Elizabeth, "of the very great disadvan- 
tage to us all which must arise from the public notice of Lydia's un- 
guarded 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 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 particular, 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 charac- 
ter will be fixed, and she will, at sixteen, be the most determined flirt 
that ever made herself or 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 con- 


fixed on. 

Bingley expressed great pleasure in the certainty of seeing Eliza- 
beth again, having still a great deal to say to her, and many inquiries 
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 satisfac- 
tion, though while it was passing, the enjoyment of it had been little. 
Eager to be alone, and fearful of inquiries 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 inquiry. 

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 recognized 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 man- 



Elizabeth said no more — but her mind could not acquiesce. The 
possibility of meeting Mr. Darcy, while viewing the place, instantly oc- 
curred. 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 inquiries 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 now being 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. 

Chapter 43 

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 in- 
stantly 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. Eliza- 
beth 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 

They descended the hill, crossed the bridge, and drove to the door; 
and, while examining the nearer aspect of the house, all her apprehen- 
sion 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 pro- 
portioned room, handsomely fitted up. Elizabeth, after slightly sur- 
veying it, went to a window to enjoy its prospect. The hill, crowned 
with wood, which they had descended, receiving increased abrupt- 
ness 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 its proprietor; but Eliza- 
beth saw, with admiration of his taste, that it was neither gaudy nor 
uselessly fine; with less of splendour, 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 very 
like regret. 

She longed to inquire of the housekeeper whether her master was 
really absent, but had not the 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 
to-morrow, with a large party of friends." How rejoiced was Elizabeth 


ply, 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 after- 
wards 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 man- 
ner which gave them meaning. 

It was not often that she could turn her eyes on Mr. Darcy him- 
self; 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 removed from hauteur or disdain of his companions, as convinced 
her that the improvement of manners which she had yesterday wit- 
nessed however temporary its existence might prove, had at least out- 
lived 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 dis- 
dained, 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 vis- 
ible. 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 as 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 express- 
ing 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 invita- 
tions, 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. Presum- 
ing however, that this studied avoidance spoke rather a momentary 
embarrassment than any dislike of the proposal, and seeing in her hus- 
band, 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 


press 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 inquired 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 person- 
age 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 inquiry; and they soon 
drew from those inquiries the full conviction that one of them at least 
knew what it was to love. Of the lady's sensations they remained a lit- 
tle 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 en- 
deavoured 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 be- 
haviour to Miss Darcy, who had been set up as a rival to 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 rec- 
ollection 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 re- 


that their own journey had not by any circumstance been delayed a 

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 mantelpiece. Her aunt asked her, smilingly, how 
she liked it. The housekeeper came forward, and told them it was a 
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 minia- 
tures, "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. Gar- 
diner, looking at the picture; "it is a handsome face. But, Lizzy, you can 
tell us whether it is like or not." 

Mrs. Reynolds respect for Elizabeth seemed to increase on this inti- 
mation 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 Mrs. Gar- 

"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 to-morrow with him." 

Mr. Gardiner, whose manners were very easy and pleasant, en- 
couraged her communicativeness by his questions and remarks; Mrs. 


Reynolds, either by 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 everybody will say that knows 
hun," replied the other. Elizabeth thought this was going pretty far; 
and she listened with increasing astonishment as the housekeeper 
added, "I have never known 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 were 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 

"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 subjects 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. 


with some of their new friends, and were just returning 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 a lady 
in a curricle driving up the street. Elizabeth immediately recognizing 
the livery, guessed what it meant, and imparted no small degree of her 
surprise to her relations by acquainting them with the honour which 
she expected. Her uncle and aunt were all amazement; and the em- 
barrassment 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 be- 
fore, but they 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 at 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 inquiring surprise in her uncle and aunt as made every- 
thing worse. 

Miss Darcy and her brother appeared, and this formidable intro- 
duction took place. With astonishment did Elizabeth see that her new 
acquaintance was at least as much embarrassed as herself. Since her be- 
ing 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 appear- 
ance 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 long been together before Mr. Darcy told her that Bin- 
gley was also coming to wait on her; and she had barely time to ex- 


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 coun- 
tenance that would not give one an unfavourable idea of his heart. But, 
to be sure, the good lady who showed us his 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 com- 
prehends every virtue." 

Elizabeth here felt herself called on to say something in vindica- 
tion of his behaviour to Wickham; and therefore gave them to under- 
stand, 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 nam- 
ing her authority, but stating it to be such as such as might be relied 

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 ac- 
quaintance, and the evening was spent in the satisfactions of a inter- 
course renewed after many years' discontinuance. 

The occurrences of the day were too full of interest to leave Eliz- 
abeth 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. 

Chapter 44 

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 arrival at 
Lambton, these visitors came. They had been walking about the place 


"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 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 light- 
ness 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 to- 
wards 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 mo- 
ment. 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 usu- 
ally 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 in quest of 
the only face whose features would be known to her. At last it ar- 
rested her — and she beheld a striking resemblance to 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 at the 


height of their acquaintance. The commendation bestowed on him by 
Mrs. Reynolds was of no trifling nature. What praise is more valu- 
able 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 was it 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 rep- 
resented, 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 hall 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 both were overspread with the deepest 
blush. He absolutely started, and for a moment seemed immovable 
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 inquiries after her family. Amazed at 
the alteration of 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 were some of the most uncomfort- 


ter 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 to be 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 our before 
the tete-a-tete 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 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 Wick- 
ham; or, rather, he has not Wickham's countenance, for his features are 
perfectly good. But how came you to tell me that he was so disagree- 

Elizabeth excused herself as well as she could; said that she had 
liked him better when they had 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, as he might change his mind another day, and warn me 
off his grounds." 

Elizabeth felt that they had entirely misunderstood his character, 
but said nothing. 

"From what we have seen of him," continued Mrs. Gardiner, "I re- 
ally should not have thought that he could have behaved in so cruel 



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 to-morrow; 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 to-morrow," 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 in- 
stantly driven back to the time when Mr. Bingley's name had been the 
last mentioned between them; and, if she might judge by his complex- 
ion, 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 acquain- 
tance 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 imme- 
diately felt that whatever desire Miss Darcy might have of being ac- 
quainted with her must be the work of her brother, and, without look- 
ing farther, it was satisfactory; it was gratifying to know that his re- 
sentment had not made him think really ill of her. 

They now walked on in silence, each of them deep in thought. Eliz- 
abeth was not comfortable; that was impossible; but she was flattered 
and pleased. His wish of introducing his sister to her was a compli- 
ment of the highest kind. They soon outstripped the others, and when 
they had reached the carriage, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were half a quar- 


able in 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 inquiries 
as to the time of her having left Longbourn, and of her having stayed 
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 admiration of his figure; 
but Elizabeth heard not a word, and wholly engrossed by her own feel- 
ings, 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 it must 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 inquire 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 of- 
fer to his last address in Rosings Park, when he put his letter into her 
hand! She knew not what to think, or 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 an- 
swered 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 the 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 plea- 
sure 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 aroused her, and she felt the necessity of appearing more like 

They entered the woods, and bidding adieu to the river for a while, 
ascended some of the higher grounds; when, in spots where the open- 
ing 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. Gar- 
diner 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, and 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 pos- 
sible. 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 dis- 
tance. The walk here being here less sheltered than on the other side, 
allowed them to see him before they met. Elizabeth, however aston- 
ished, 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 prob- 
ably strike into some other path. The idea lasted while a turning in 


the walk concealed him from their view; the turning past, he was im- 
mediately 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 unpre- 
pared; 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 

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 decamp- 
ing 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 his 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 glo- 
ried 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 
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 


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 stand- 
ing 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 down 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 twice. 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 are, 
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. Gar- 
diner 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 wel- 
comed and thanked them both, with alternate smiles and tears. 

When they were all in the drawing-room, the questions which Eliz- 
abeth 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. 


sion; 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 dis- 
like against him, that could be so called. The respect created by the 
conviction of his valuable qualities, though at first unwillingly admit- 
ted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to her feeling; and it 
was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature, by the testi- 
mony 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 goodwill 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 exciting not only astonish- 
ment 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 re- 
spected, 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 hap- 
piness of both that she should employ the power, which her fancy told 
her she still possessed, of bringing on her the renewal of his addresses. 

It had been settled in the evening between the aunt and the niece, 
that such a striking civility as Miss Darcy's in coming to see 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 before noon. 


Chapter 45 

Convinced as Elizabeth now was that Miss Bingley's dislike of her 
had originated in jealousy, she could not help feeling how 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 house 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 the 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 curt- 
sey; 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 pre- 
vented 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 ne- 
cessity 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 


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 neces- 
sary to make our knowledge public; for of what use could it apparently 
be to any one, 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 could ensue, you may easily believe, was far enough from my 

"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 ei- 
ther 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." 

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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 dinner time the next day. It was a 


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 terms other 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 very 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 think 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 


without hearing Miss Bingley's voice, Elizabeth was roused by receiv- 
ing from her a cold inquiry after the health of her family. She answered 
with equal indifference and brevity, and the others 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 predomi- 
nate, 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 Mery- 
ton? 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 
detached 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 the 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 effect his endeavour to 
separate him from Miss Bennet, it is probable that it might add some- 
thing to his lively concern for the welfare of his friend. 

Elizabeth's collected behaviour, however, soon quieted his emo- 
tion; and as Miss Bingley, vexed and disappointed, dared not ap- 
proach 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 Eliza- 
beth's person, behaviour, and dress. But Georgiana would not join her. 
Her brother's recommendation was enough to ensure her favour; his 
judgement 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 Miss Eliza Bennet looks this morning, Mr. Darcy," she 
cried; "I never in my life saw anyone so much altered as she is since the 


should form such a design against a girl who is by no means unpro- 
tected or friendless, and who was actually staying in his colonel's fam- 
ily, 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 mo- 

"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 inter- 
est, for him to be guilty of. 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 

"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 exceptional pur- 
pose. 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 par- 
ticular 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 
attraction 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 apprehensions 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. 


was severe. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner had hurried back in alarm, suppos- 
ing 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 afflicted. Not Lydia only, but all were concerned in it; 
and after the first exclamations of surprise and horror, Mr. Gardiner 
promised every assistance in his power. Elizabeth, though expecting 
no less, thanked him with tears of gratitude; and all three being ac- 
tuated 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." 

"What 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 least could only serve 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 employ- 
ment 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 at Lambton, with false excuses 
for their sudden departure. An hour, however, saw the whole com- 
pleted; 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 

Chapter 47 

"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 
on the matter. It appears to me so very unlikely that any young man 


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 con- 
tented himself with coolly replying that he perceived no other alter- 
ation than her being rather tanned, no miraculous consequence of trav- 
elling 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 some- 
times been called so fine, I could never see 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 

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 par- 
ticularly 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 saw 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 look and behaviour of everybody they had seen were 
discussed, except of the person who had mostly engaged their atten- 
tion. They talked of his sister, his friends, his house, his fruit — of ev- 
erything 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. 


Chapter 46 

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 them- 
selves. The one missent must first be 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 agi- 
tation, 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." 


merly have rejoiced in its termination. 

If gratitude and esteem are good foundations of affection, Eliza- 
beth's change of sentiment will be neither improbable nor faulty. But 
if otherwise — if 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 in- 
famy 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. Sur- 
prise was the least of her feelings on this development. While the con- 
tents of the first letter remained in her mind, she was all surprise — all 
astonishment that Wickham should marry a girl whom it was impossi- 
ble 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 
wanted only encouragement to attach herself to anybody. Sometimes 
one officer, sometimes another, had been her favourite, as their atten- 
tions raised them in her opinion. Her affections had continually been 
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 exer- 
tion, 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 her impatience 


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 con- 
tracted, his air gloomy. Elizabeth soon observed, and instantly under- 
stood 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 to her 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 hon- 
estly felt that she could have loved him, as now, when all love must be 

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 to- 

"Oh, yes. Be so kind as to apologise 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 sor- 
row 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 feel- 
ings which would now have promoted its continuance, and would for- 


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 let- 
ter; I wish this may be more intelligible, but though not confined for 
time, my head is so bewildered that I cannot answer for being coher- 
ent. Dearest Lizzy, I hardly know what I would write, but I have bad 
news for you, and it cannot be delayed. Imprudent as the marriage 
between Mr. Wickham and our poor Lydia would be, we are now anx- 
ious 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 E, who, instantly taking 
the alarm, set off from B. intending to trace their route. He did trace 
them easily to Clapham, but no further; 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 mak- 
ing every possible inquiry 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 man- 
ner most creditable to his heart. I am sincerely grieved for him and 
Mrs. E, 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 eli- 
gible 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 E is 
not disposed to depend upon their marriage; he shook his head when 
I expressed my hopes, and said he fear W. was not a man to be trusted. 
My poor mother is really ill, and keeps her room. Could she exert her- 


self, 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 con- 
fidence, 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 circum- 
stances 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 mea- 
sure in the best and safest way, and Colonel Forster is obliged to be at 
Brighton again to-morrow evening. In such and exigence, my uncle's 
advice and assistance would be everything in the world; he will imme- 
diately 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 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. Call- 
ing back the servant, therefore, she commissioned him, though in so 
breathless an accent as made her almost unintelligible, to fetch his mas- 
ter 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 commisera- 
tion, "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 

"No, I thank you," she replied, endeavouring to recover herself. 
"There is nothing the matter with me. I am quite well; I am only dis- 
tressed by some dreadful news which I have just received from Long- 

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 compassion- 
ate 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 younger sister has left all her friends — has eloped; has thrown her- 
self 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 for 

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 

"My father is gone to London, and Jane has written to beg my un- 
cle'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 discov- 
ered? I have not the smallest hope. It is every way horrible!" 

Darcy shook his head in silent acquiescence. 

"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 


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 prosper- 
ity 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. 

Chapter 50 

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 


and that every morning would bring some letter, either from Lydia or 
her father, to explain their proceedings, and, perhaps, announce their 

Mrs. Bennet, to whose apartment they all repaired, after a few 
minutes' conversation together, received them exactly as might be ex- 
pected; 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 principally be owing. 

"If I had been able," said she, "to carry my point in 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, keep Mr. Bennet from 


fighting. Tell him what a dreadful state I am in, that I am frighted 
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 en- 
deavours in the cause, could not avoid recommending moderation to 
her, as well in her hopes as her fear; and after talking with her in this 
manner till dinner was on the table, they all left her to vent all her feel- 
ings 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 sub- 

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 this business, had given 
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 counte- 
nance 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 op- 
pressed to make any reply. Mary, however, continued to console her- 


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 up- 
stairs together. Mary and Kitty were both with Mrs. Bennet: one com- 
munication 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 miscon- 

"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 


"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 

"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 far- 
thing 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 on 
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 he were 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 


self 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 any inquiries, which Jane was equally ea- 
ger 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 con- 
tinued the subject, by saying, "But tell me all and everything about it 
which I have not already heard. Give me further particulars, hat did 
Colonel Forster say? Had they no apprehension of anything before the 
elopement took place? They must have seen them together for ever." 

"Colonel Forster did own that he had often suspected some partial- 
ity, 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 ivas coming to us, in order to assure us of his concern, be- 
fore 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 

"Yes; but, when questioned by him, Denny denied knowing any- 
thing of their plans, 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 well of Wickham himself? 
Does he know his real character?" 

"I must confess that he did not speak so well of Wickham as he for- 


merly 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 

"Could Colonel Forster repeat the particulars of Lydia's note to his 

"He brought it with him for us to see." 

Jane then took it from her pocket-book, and gave it to Elizabeth. 
These were the contents: 

"My dear Harriet, 

"You will laugh when you know where I am gone, and I cannot help 
laughing myself at your surprise to-morrow 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 to-night. 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. Good-bye. Give my love to Colonel 
Forster. I hope you will drink to our good journey. 

"Your affectionate friend, 

"Lydia Bennet." 

"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 on the subject of their journey. 


say there will be some little money, even when all his debts are dis- 
charged, 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 direc- 
tions to Haggerston for preparing a proper settlement. There will not 
be the smallest occasion for your coming to town again; therefore stay 
quiet at Longbourn, and depend on my diligence and care. Send back 
your answer as fast 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 to-day. I shall write 
again as soon as anything more is determined on. Yours, etc., 

"Ediv. Gardiner." 

"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 thought him," said 
her sister. "My dear father, I congratulate you." 

"And have you answered the letter?" cried Elizabeth. 

"No; but it must be done soon." 

Most earnestly did she then entreaty him to lose no more time be- 
fore 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 your- 

"I dislike it very much," he replied; "but it must be done." 

And so saying, he turned back with them, and walked towards the 

"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 
am I ever to pay him." 

"Money! My uncle!" cried Jane, "what do you mean, sir?" 


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 un- 

"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. 

"My dear brother, 

"At last I am able to send you some tidings of my niece, and such 
as, upon the whole, I hope it 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 condi- 
tions 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 


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 Phillips came to Long- 
bourn 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 should 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 in- 
sufferable. Let them triumph over us at a distance, and be satisfied." 

She then proceeded to inquire 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 that the cir- 
cumstance of a gentleman and lady's removing from one carriage into 
another might be remarked he meant to make inquiries at Clapham. 
If he could anyhow discover at what house the coachman had before 
set down his fare, he determined to make inquiries 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." 

Chapter 48 

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 exer- 
tion. 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 part- 
ing, 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 service- 
able 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 irregular- 
ity, 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 hon- 
oured with the title of seduction, had been extended into every trades- 
man's family. Everybody declared that he was the wickedest young 
man in the world; and everybody began to find out that they had al- 
ways 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 more certain; and even Jane, 
who believed still less of it, became almost hopeless, more especially 


"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 Eastbourne 
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 into 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." 

Chapter 49 

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 seek- 
ing 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. 


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 had 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 

They were interrupted by Miss Bennet, who came to fetch her 
mother's tea. 

"This is a parade," he cried, "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 nightcap and powdering gown, and give as much 
trouble as I can; or, perhaps, I may defer it till Kitty runs away." 


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 re- 
ceived 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 inquire 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 possi- 
ble, 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 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 
to 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 grand object of every morning's impatience. Through 
letters, whatever of good or bad was to be told would be communi- 
cated, and every succeeding day was expected to bring some news of 



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: 

"My dear sir, 

"I feel myself called upon, by our relationship, and my situation in 
life, to condole with you on the grievous affliction you are now suf- 
fering 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 proceed- 
ing 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 the 
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 in- 
forms 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 ap- 
prehending that this false step in one daughter will be injurious to the 
fortunes of all the others; for who, as Lady Catherine herself conde- 
scendingly says, will connect themselves with such a family? And this 
consideration leads me moreover to reflect, with augmented satisfac- 
tion, 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 then 
advise you, dear sir, to console yourself as much as possible, to throw 
off your unworthy child from your affection for ever, and leave her to 
reap the fruits of her own heinous offense. 

"I am, dear sir, etc., etc." 


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 relationship with 
whom he kept up any connection, and it was certain that he had no 
near one living. His former acquaintances 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, there- 
fore, 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 re- 
lations, 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 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 the 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 


"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." 


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 assis- 
tance, and to discharge the obligation as soon as he could. 

When first Mr. Bennet had married, economy was held to be per- 
fectly useless, for, of course, they were to have a son. The 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 ex- 
ceeding their income. 

Five thousand pounds was settled by marriage articles on Mrs. Ben- 
net 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 be- 
fore 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 ful- 
fil the engagements that had been made for him. He had never before 
supposed that, could Wickham be prevailed on to marry his daugh- 
ter, 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 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 dis- 
patched; for, though dilatory in undertaking business, he was quick in 


its execution. He begged to know further particulars of what he was 
indebted to his brother, but was too angry with Lydia to send any mes- 
sage to her. 

The good news spread quickly through the house, and with pro- 
portionate speed through the neighbourhood. It was borne in the lat- 
ter 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 farmhouse. But there was much to be talked of in mar- 
rying her; and the good-natured wishes for her well-doing which had 
proceeded before from all the spiteful old ladies in Meryton lost but a 
little of their spirit in this change of circumstances, because with such 
an 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 accomplish- 
ment, 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 could quit it — or 
the great house at Stoke, if the drawing-room were larger; but Ash- 
worth is too far off! I could not bear to have her ten miles from me; and 
as for Pulvis 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 en- 
courage 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 in- 


be just, from the pain of obligation, were proved beyond their great- 
est 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 extraordi- 
nary 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, every thing, 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 some one's 
approach; and before she could strike into another path, she was over- 
taken by Wickham. 

"I am afraid I interrupt your solitary ramble, my dear sister?" said 
he, as he joined her. 


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 staid 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 Der- 
byshire. His understanding and opinions all please me; he wants noth- 
ing 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. Gardiner." 

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 


conceivable resentment as to refuse his daughter a privilege without 
which her marriage would scarcely seem valid, exceeded all she could 
believe possible. She was more alive to the disgrace which her 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 dis- 
tress 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 a man whom he so justly scorned. 

From such a connection she could not wonder that he would 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 most 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 judgement, information, and knowledge of 
the world, she must have received benefit of greater importance. 

But no such happy marriage could now teach the admiring mul- 
titude 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 inde- 
pendence, she could not imagine. But how little of permanent happi- 
ness could belong to a couple who were only brought together because 
their passions were stronger than their virtue, she could easily conjec- 

St sf * * sf 

Mr. Gardiner soon wrote again to his brother. To Mr. Bennet's ac- 
knowledgments he briefly replied, with assurance 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 princi- 
pal 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 the 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 en- 

signcy 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 re- 
quest 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 


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 ac- 
cused 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 ei- 
ther 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 explana- 
tion 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 con- 
siderably more than a thousand pounds, another thousand in addition 
to her own settled upon her, and his commission purchased. The rea- 
son 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 con- 
sideration, that Wickham's character had been so misunderstood, and 
consequently that he had been received and noticed as he was. Per- 
haps 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 every thing. It is a relation which you 


was to be found. Wickham indeed had gone to her on their first ar- 
rival 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 re- 
maining 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 sig- 
nify 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 con- 
fessed 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 for- 
tune by marriage in some other country. Under such circumstances, 
however, he was not likely to be proof against the temptation of imme- 
diate relief. 

"They met several times, for there was much to be discussed. Wick- 
ham of course wanted more than he could get; but at length was re- 
duced to be reasonable. 

"Every thing 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 inquiry, 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 


they are first invited to Longbourn; and I understand from Mrs. Gar- 
diner, 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 
your mother. — Yours, etc., 

"E. Gardiner." 

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 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 


His daughter's request, for such it might be considered, of being ad- 
mitted 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 hus- 
band at Longbourn, as soon as they were married, that he was pre- 
vailed on to think as they thought, and act as they wished. And their 
mother had the satisfaction of knowing that she would 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. Eliza- 
beth 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. 


Chapter 51 

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 dinner-time. Their 

arrival was dreaded by the elder Miss Bennets, and Jane more espe- 
cially, who gave Lydia the feelings which would have attended herself, 
had she been the culprit, and 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 affection- 
ate smile, to Wickham, who followed his lady; and wished them both 
joy with an alacrity which shewed 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, in- 
deed, 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 

Wickham was not at all more distressed than herself, but his man- 
ners 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 im- 
pudence of an impudent man. She blushed, and Jane blushed; but the 
cheeks of the two who caused their confusion suffered no variation of 

There was no want of discourse. The bride and her mother could 
neither of them talk fast enough; and Wickham, who happened to sit 


"I have just received your letter, and shall devote this whole morn- 
ing 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 ap- 
plication; 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 inquiries 
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 un- 
cle 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 your's 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; Wick- 
ham 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 mis- 
taken 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 endeav- 
our 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 ive 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 let- 
ting 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, with- 
out bribery and corruption, for she really did know where her friend 


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. Con- 
jectures 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 
dropt, 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 under- 
stand 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 man- 
ner, 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 Eliz- 
abeth 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. 

Chapter 52 

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. 
"My dear niece, 


near Elizabeth, began inquiring after his acquaintance in that neigh- 
bourhood, 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 to-day? 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 

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 embar- 
rassment from which she had been so wholly free at first. Her ease and 
good spirits increased. She longed to see Mrs. Phillips, the Lucases, 
and all their other neighbours, and to hear herself called "Mrs. Wick- 
ham" by each of them; and in the mean time, she went after dinner to 
show her ring, and boast of being married, to Mrs. Hill and the two 

"Well, mamma," said she, when they were all returned to the break- 
fast room, "and what do you think of my husband? Is not he a charm- 
ing 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 accept- 
able 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 ex- 
pected 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 car- 
ing 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 
every thing best in the world; and she was sure he would kill more 
birds on the first of September, than any body 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 bye, 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 


"Jane, I congratulate you. You will be a very happy woman." 

Jane went to him instantly, kissed him, and thanked him for his 

"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 shan't 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 competi- 
tion her favourite child. At that moment, she cared for no other. Her 
younger sisters soon began to make interest with her for objects of hap- 
piness 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 Long- 
bourn; 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 


"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. 

Chapter 53 

Mr. Wickham was so perfectly satisfied with this conversation that 
he never again distressed himself, or provoked his dear sister Eliza- 
beth, 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 

"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 daugh- 
ter," 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 house- 
keeper 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. 
Phillips 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 


"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 up stairs 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 circum- 
spection! 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 up stairs. She will be down in a moment, I dare 

He then shut the door, and, coming up to her, claimed the good 
wishes and affection of a sister. Elizabeth honestly and heartily ex- 
pressed 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 disposi- 
tion 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 visi- 
tor took his leave for the night; but as soon as he was gone, he turned 
to his daughter, and said: 



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 noth- 
ing 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 every body 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 fin- 
ished, 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 
her's 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. 


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 chang- 
ing 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 to-day, 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 ivith 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 ivill 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 at- 
tention would be from all the neighbouring gentlemen, on his return- 
ing 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 


"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 hus- 
band's incivility; though it was very mortifying to know that her neigh- 
bours 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 ser- 
vants, 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 reso- 
lutely 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 

"Some acquaintance or other, my dear, I suppose; I am sure I do not 

"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 


"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 up stairs half an hour 

"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 up stairs 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 in to 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 
every thing that was charming, except the professed lover of her 
daughter. His ease and cheerfulness rendered him a most agreeable ad- 
dition to their evening party; and he bore with the ill-judged officious- 
ness 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 hus- 


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 

"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 

Chapter 55 

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 

"Can you come to-morrow?" 

Yes, he had no engagement at all for to-morrow; 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. Bing- 
ley 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." 


little of their meeting in Derbyshire, and therefore felt for the awkward- 
ness 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 
shew 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 her- 
self 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 dar- 
ing 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 complai- 

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 com- 
mand. 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 Hert- 
fordshire, 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 pe- 
riod 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 

Darcy, after inquiring of her how Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner did, a ques- 
tion which she could not answer without confusion, said scarcely any- 
thing. 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 occasion- 
ally, unable to resist the impulse of curiosity, she raised he eyes to his 
face, she as often found him looking at Jane as at herself, and frequently 
on no object but the ground. More though tfulness and less anxiety to 
please, than when they last met, were plainly expressed. She was dis- 
appointed, and angry with herself for being so. 

"Could I expect it to be otherwise!" said she. "Yet why did he 

She was in no humour for conversation with anyone but himself; 
and to him she had hardly courage to speak. 

She inquired after his sister, but could do no more. 

"It is a long time, Mr. Bingley, since you went away," said Mrs. 

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, how- 
ever, 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 


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 every thing 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 Lucases' 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 disap- 
pointed at not seeing him there again the next day, to make his propos- 

"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 


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 conver- 
sation 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 for 

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 ap- 
proaching, 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 Scar- 
borough, these three weeks." 


you see it?" 

Bingley replied that he did, and made his congratulations. Eliza- 
beth 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 mar- 
ried," 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 effectu- 
ally 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 at- 
tention! Were the same fair prospect to arise at present as had flattered 
them a year ago, every thing, 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 com- 
pensation, received soon afterwards material relief, from observing 
how much the beauty of her sister re-kindled 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 

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. 

Chapter 54 

As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth walked out to recover her 
spirits; or in other words, to dwell without interruption on those sub- 
jects 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 ap- 
proach 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 ac- 

"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 

"I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in 
love with you as ever." 

Sf St St * * 

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 punc- 
tuality 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 for- 
merly, persuaded Elizabeth, that if left wholly to himself, Jane's happi- 
ness, and his own, would be speedily secured. Though she dared not 
depend upon the consequence, she yet received pleasure from observ- 
ing 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 


rospections must be so totally void of reproach, that the contentment 
arising from them is not of philosophy, but, what is much better, of in- 
nocence. 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. Un- 
fortunately 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 fam- 
ily 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 polite- 
ness, 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." 


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 

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 ivere 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. Phillips, 
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. 


Chapter 56 

One morning, about a week after Bingley's engagement with Jane 
had been formed, as he and the females of the family were sitting to- 
gether 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 neigh- 
bours. 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 conjec- 
tures 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 aston- 
ishment 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 men- 
tioned 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 

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, walk- 
ing with a young man who, I believe, will soon become a part of the 

"You have a very small park here," returned Lady Catherine after a 
short silence. 


to me. Your reproof, so well applied, I shall never forget: 'had you be- 
haved in a more gentlemanlike 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 

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 eas- 
ily changed as that implies." 

"When I wrote that letter," replied Darcy, "I believed myself per- 
fectly 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 cir- 
cumstance attending it ought to be forgotten. You must learn some of 
my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you 

"I cannot give you credit for any philosophy of the kind. Your ret- 


luded, 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 occa- 
sion as sensibly and as warmly as a man violently in love can be sup- 
posed 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, unluck- 
ily 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 cer- 
tain 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 be- 
haviour 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 


"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 wilder- 
ness 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 para- 
sol, 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 de- 
cent 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 ef- 
fort 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 knoiv 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, colour- 
ing 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 contra- 

"Your coming to Longbourn, to see me and my family," said Eliza- 
beth 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 indus- 
triously 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 


by either; Kitty was too much afraid of him to talk; Elizabeth was se- 
cretly 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 gen- 
eral 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 giv- 
ing relief to my own feelings, care not how much I may be wounding 
your's. I can no longer help thanking you for your unexampled kind- 
ness 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 

"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 mis- 
taken 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 be- 
trayed 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 morti- 
fications, 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 in- 
ducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your fam- 
ily owe me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of 

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 for ever." 

Elizabeth, feeling all the more than common awkwardness and anx- 
iety 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 al- 


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 

"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 con- 
sideration. 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 Cather- 
ine 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. 

Chapter 58 

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. Ben- 
net 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. Ben- 
net 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 Eliza- 
beth, Kitty, and Darcy were to entertain each other. Very little was said 


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 in- 
fancy, they have been intended for each other. It was the favourite wish 
of his mother, as well as of her's. 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 men- 
tioned by any of us." 

"These are heavy misfortunes," replied Elizabeth. "But the wife of 
Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness neces- 
sarily 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 grat- 
itude 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 re- 
spectable, 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 fam- 
ily, 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 

"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 engage- 

"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 


mortal can most desire, — splendid property, noble kindred, and exten- 
sive patronage. Yet in spite of all these temptations, let me warn my 
cousin Elizabeth, and yourself, of what evils you may incur by a pre- 
cipitate 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 become 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 prop- 
erly 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 cer- 
tainly 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 


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 con- 
sequent explanations. 

She followed her father to the fire place, and they both sat down. 
He then said, 

"I have received a letter this morning that has astonished me ex- 
ceedingly. 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, gossip- 
ing 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 my- 
self 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 every thing the heart of 


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 ap- 
plication 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 impor- 
tuned 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 elope- 
ment. I know it all; that the young man's marrying her was a patched- 
up business, at the expence 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 fa- 
ther'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 further to say," she resentfully an- 
swered. "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 sen- 

"You are then resolved to have him?" 

"I have said no such thing. I am only resolved to act in that man- 
ner, 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 

"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 ivere excited by his marrying me, it would not give me one mo- 
ment'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 up stairs. 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 prodi- 
giously 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 ac- 
knowledge the substance of their conversation was impossible. 

Chapter 57 

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 ap- 
peared, 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 imag- 
ine; 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 expecta- 


tion of one wedding made everybody eager for another, to supply the 
idea. She had not herself forgotten to feel that the marriage of her sis- 
ter 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 per- 
sisting in this interference. From what she had said of her resolution 
to prevent their marriage, it occurred to Elizabeth that she must med- 
itate 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 

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 un- 
derstand 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." 

Sf St St * * 

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 


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 

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 informa- 
tion 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 

"Did you speak from your own observation," said she, "when you 
told him that my sister loved him, or merely from my information last 

"From the former. I had narrowly observed her during the two vis- 
its which I had lately made 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 every thing 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 de- 
lightful 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 con- 
tinued the conversation till they reached the house. In the hall they 

Chapter 59 

"My dear Lizzy, where can you have been walking to?" was a ques- 
tion which Elizabeth received from Jane as soon as she entered their 
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 over- 
flows in mirth; and Elizabeth, agitated and confused, rather kneiv that 
she was happy than felt herself to be so; for, besides the immediate em- 
barrassment, 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 

"You are joking, Lizzy. This cannot be! — engaged to Mr. Darcy! No, 


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 bring- 
ing her into Derbyshire, had been the means of uniting them. 


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 af- 
fection for her soon sunk into indifference; her's 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 Eliza- 
beth's sake, he assisted him further in his profession. Lydia was occa- 
sionally a visitor there, when her husband was gone to enjoy himself 
in London or Bath; and with the Bingleys they both of them frequently 
staid 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 
dropt all her resentment; was fonder than ever of Georgiana, almost as 
attentive to Darcy as heretofore, and paid off every arrear of civility to 

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 high- 
est opinion in the world of Elizabeth; though at first she often listened 
with an astonishment bordering on alarm at her lively, sportive, man- 
ner 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 com- 
prehend 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 char- 
acter 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 further 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 


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 be serious. I want to talk very seriously. Let 
me know every thing 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 


further 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 unwill- 
ing 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 ac- 
knowledged, and half the night spent in conversation. 

* Sf St * sf 

"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 infor- 
mation; and he soon afterwards said aloud, "Mrs. Bennet, have you no 
more lanes hereabouts in which Lizzy may lose her way again to-day?" 

"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 
up stairs to get ready, Mrs. Bennet followed her, saying: 

"I am quite sorry, Lizzy, that you should be forced to have that dis- 
agreeable man all to yourself. But I hope you will not mind it: it is all 


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. Ben- 
net'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 sis- 
ters' beauty and her own, it was suspected by her father that she sub- 
mitted 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 con- 
viction that Elizabeth must now become acquainted with whatever of 
his ingratitude and falsehood had before been unknown to her; and in 
spite of every thing, 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: 

"My dear Lizzy, 

"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. 

"Yours, etc." 

As it happened that Elizabeth had much rather not, she endeav- 
oured 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 expences, 
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 to- 
wards discharging their bills. Their manner of living, even when the 


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 plea- 
sure, 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. 

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Happy for all her maternal feelings was the day on which Mrs. Ben- 
net 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 ex- 

Mr. Bingley and Jane remained at Netherfield only a twelvemonth. 
So near a vicinity to her mother and Meryton relations was not desir- 
able even to his easy temper, or her affectionate heart. The darling wish 
of his sisters was then gratified; he bought an estate in a neighbour- 
ing 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 gener- 
ally known, her improvement was great. She was not of so ungovern- 
able a temper as Lydia; and, removed from the influence of Lydia's 
example, she became, by proper attention and management, less irri- 
table, less ignorant, and less insipid. From the further 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 


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 de- 
lighted 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 exceed- 
ingly 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 re- 
solved 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 es- 
cape 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 

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 esti- 
mation 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 quali- 
ties, she did conquer her father's incredulity, and reconcile him to the 

"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 astonish- 

"This is an evening of wonders, indeed! And so, Darcy did every 
thing; 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 every thing 
their own way. I shall offer to pay him to-morrow; 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 


"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 

"Yours sincerely, etc." 

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 informa- 
tion, 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 congrat- 
ulations 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 ren- 
dered 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 meet- 
ings 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 car- 
rying away the brightest jewel of the country, and expressed his hopes 
of their all meeting frequently at St. James's, with very decent compo- 
sure. If he did shrug his shoulders, it was not till Sir William was out 
of sight. 

Mrs. Phillips's vulgarity was another, and perhaps a greater, tax on 
his forbearance; and though Mrs. Phillips, 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 


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 more time than courage, Elizabeth. But it 
ought to done, and if you will give me a sheet of paper, it shall be done 

"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 over-rated, 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 im- 
mediately 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 noiv suppose as much as you choose; give a loose rein 
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. Yours, etc." 

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. 

"Dear Sir, 


reading Mr. Collins's letter; and after laughing at her some time, al- 
lowed 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. Every thing 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 familiar- 
ity would come in time. 

When her mother went up to her dressing-room at night, she fol- 
lowed her, and made the important communication. Its effect was most 
extraordinary; for on first hearing it, Mrs. Bennet sat quite still, and un- 
able 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! Every thing that is charming! Three daughters married! 
Ten thousand a year! Oh, Lord! What will become of me. I shall go 

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 to-morrow." 

This was a sad omen of what her mother's behaviour to the gen- 
tleman himself might be; and Elizabeth found that, though in the cer- 
tain 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, per- 
haps, is my favourite; but I think I shall like your husband quite as well 
as Jane's." 

Chapter 60 

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 charm- 
ingly, 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 atten- 
tion. 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 assid- 
uously courted you. There — I have saved you the trouble of account- 
ing 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 be- 
longs 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 encourage- 

"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 your's. My aunt's intelli- 
gence had given me hope, and I was determined at once to know every 

"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 embar- 
rassed? 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