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 treatment 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 arising 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 preference 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
Lucas.
"It may perhaps be pleasant,"
replied Charlotte, "to be able to impose 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
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 do." "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 not sound, and that
you would never act in this way yourself." Occupied in observing
Mr. Bingley's attentions to her sister, Elizabeth 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 allowed
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 symmetry 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 playfulness. 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 conversing 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
seeming 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
Meryton?" "With great energy; but it is always a subject which
makes a lady energetic." "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."
"You are a very strange creature by way of a friend!— always
wanting 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 persevering, 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 everybody 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 dance." 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
disposed 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 honour 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." "You are
considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in
this manner— in such society; and indeed I am quite of you 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, a 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 astonishment.
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 absolutely 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 entertain herself in this manner;
and as his composure convinced her that all was safe, her wit
flowed long.