Pride and Prejudice (The Wild and Wanton Edition) (15 page)

Mr. Collins, meanwhile, meditated in solitude on what had passed. He thought too well of himself to comprehend on what motives his cousin could refuse him. 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 was in this confusion, Charlotte Lucas came to spend the day with them. She was met in the vestibule by Lydia, who, flying to her, said in a half whisper, “I am glad you are come, for there is such fun here! Mr. Collins has made an offer to Lizzy this morning 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. 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 melancholy tone, “for nobody is on my side, nobody takes part with me, 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 unconcerned 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 will have had that conversation, you know which I speak of, for no reason. 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 am done with you from this very day. I told you that I should never speak to you again, and you will find me as good as my word. I have no pleasure in talking to undutiful children. Not that I have much pleasure in talking to anybody. People who suffer as I do from nervous complaints can have no great inclination for talking. Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.”

Her daughters listened in silence to this effusion, sensible that any attempt to reason with her would only increase the irritation. She talked on without interruption till they were joined by Mr. Collins, who entered the room with an air more stately than usual. On perceiving him, Mrs. Bennet said to the girls, “Now, I do insist that 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. 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 conversation, “Oh, Mr. Collins.”

“My dear madam, let us be forever silent on this point. Far be it from me,” he said in a voice that marked his displeasure, “to resent the behavior of your daughter. Resignation to inevitable evils is the 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. You will not, I hope, consider it a disrespect to your family by withdrawing my pretensions to your daughter’s favor, without having paid yourself and Mr. Bennet the compliment of requesting you to interpose your authority on my behalf.”

Charlotte found Mr. Collin’s reflection in the window as he spoke, and she watched him carefully. She could see why Elizabeth refused him, but her friend had always been prone to romantic inclinations and would have judged solely on her emotions, not practicality. Charlotte was not so imprudent. She was past an age to be choosy and had never been considered pretty. With an idea forming in the back of her mind, she turned to Mr. Collins and smiled as the conversation behind her lagged. “I believe you mentioned, sir, that your abode is across the lane from Rosings? Tell me, is it a grand view?”

To her inquiry, Mr. Collins was most obliged to answer, and did so with much care to the minute details of the park surrounding the parsonage.

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HE DISCUSSION OF MR. COLLINS’S OFFER was now nearly at an end, and Elizabeth had only to suffer from the peevish allusions of her mother. As for the gentleman himself, his feelings were chiefly expressed, 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 his assiduous attentions 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 especially to her friend.

The morrow produced no abatement of Mrs. Bennet’s ill humor 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 to have always gone on Saturday, and to Saturday he meant to stay.

After breakfast, the girls walked to Meryton to inquire if Mr. Wickham had returned, and to lament over his absence from the Netherfield ball. He joined them on their entering 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 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. 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. Elizabeth, however, did not mention her interaction with Mr. Darcy, choosing to keep his strange behavior on the balcony completely to herself; for she did not even dare to mention the occurrence to Jane. As Wickham and another officer walked back with them to Longbourn, 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 from Netherfield. The envelope contained a sheet of elegant, little, hot-pressed paper, well covered with a lady’s fair and flowing hand. Elizabeth saw her sister’s countenance change as she read it, and saw her dwelling intently on some particular passages. Jane recollected herself, and putting the letter away, tried to join the general conversation with her usual cheerfulness. Elizabeth felt an anxiety on the subject which drew off her attention even from Wickham. No sooner had he and his 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. The whole party left Netherfield and they are on their way to town without any intention of returning. You shall hear what she says.” She then read the first sentence aloud, which comprised the information 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. Continuing to read, Jane said, “I do not pretend to regret anything I shall leave in Hertfordshire, except your society, my dearest friend. 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.”

Elizabeth listened to these high-flown expressions with distrust. The suddenness of their removal surprised her, but 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 Elizabeth, 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 intercourse you have known as friends will be renewed with greater satisfaction as sisters? Mr. Bingley will not be detained in London by them.”

“Caroline decidedly says that none of the party will return into Hertfordshire this winter. I will read it to you.” Jane again lifted the letter. “When my brother left us yesterday, he imagined that the business which took him to London might be concluded in three or four days, but we are certain it cannot be so. At the same time convinced 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 you, my dearest friend, had an 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 think he should come back.”

“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.” Again, she paused and lifted the letter. “Mr. Darcy is impatient to see his sister. To confess the truth, we are scarcely less eager to meet her again. I really do not think Georgiana 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 and her relations all wish the connection as much as his own. With all these circumstances to favor an attachment, and nothing to prevent it, am I wrong in indulging a hope which will secure the happiness of so many?”

Elizabeth could think of nothing immediate to say, but that she severely disliked the author of such indulgences.

“What do you think of that, 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? She is perfectly convinced of her brother’s indifference, and if she suspects the nature of my feelings for him, she means to kindly 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. 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 that scheme there is certainly some ingenuity, and I daresay 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 representation of all this might make me quite easy. But I know the foundation is unjust. Caroline is incapable of willfully deceiving anyone. 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 can I be happy in accepting a man whose sisters and friends are all wishing him to marry elsewhere.”

“You must decide for yourself,” said Elizabeth. “If, upon mature 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. That being the case, I cannot consider your situation with much compassion.”

“But if he returns no more this winter, my choice will never be required. A thousand things may arise in six months.”

Elizabeth treated the idea of his returning no more with the utmost 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 artfully spoken, could influence a young man so totally independent of everyone.

She told her sister as forcibly as possible what she felt on the subject, and soon had the pleasure of seeing its happy effect. Jane’s temper was not despondent, and she was gradually led to hope that Bingley would return to Netherfield and answer every wish of her heart.

They agreed that Mrs. Bennet should only hear of the departure of the family, without being alarmed on the score of the gentleman’s conduct. However, even this partial communication gave her a great deal of concern, 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 at some length, she had the consolation that Mr. Bingley would soon be down again and dining at Longbourn. 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.