Chapter 20
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Mr. Collins was not left long to the silent
contemplation of his successful 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 of 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
naturally flow from her bashful modesty and the genuine delicacy of
her character.
This information, however, startled Mrs. Bennet:
she would have been glad to be equally satisfied that her daughter
had meant to encourage him by protesting against his proposals, but
she dared not to believe 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
myself 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 naturally 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 every thing 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 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 a
hopeless business.”
“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 beginning; 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, by talking in this
way? You promised me to insist upon her marrying him.”
“My dear,” replied her husband, “I have two small
favours to request. 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 interfering; 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 motive 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 had hardly 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 melancholy 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 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 what, 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 pleasure
in talking to undutiful children. Not that I have much pleasure
indeed in talking to any body. 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 or soothe her would only
increase the irritation. She talked on, therefore, without
interruption from any of them till they were joined by Mr. Collins,
who entered 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 Mr. Collins and me 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 enquiries 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 thus began the projected conversation: —“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 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 yourself
and Mr. Bennet the compliment of requesting you to interpose your
authority in my behalf. My conduct may, I fear, be objectionable in
having 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 family; and if my manner has been at
all reprehensible, I here beg leave to apologise.”