When that business was over, he applied to Miss Bingley and Elizabeth for the
indulgence of some music. Miss Bingley moved with alacrity to the piano-forte, 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 employed, 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 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 a something about her
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
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 assistance from her desire of
getting rid of Elizabeth.
She often tried to provoke Darcy into disliking her guest, by talking of their
supposed marriage, and planning his happiness in such an alliance.
"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 cure the
younger girls of running after the officers. -- 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 any thing else to propose for my domestic felicity?"
"Oh! yes. -- Do let the portraits of your uncle and aunt Philips 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 attempt to 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 eye-lashes, so remarkably fine, might be copied."
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, "in 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 group'd, and appear
to uncommon advantage. The picturesque would be spoilt by admitting a fourth. Good
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 recovered as to intend leaving
her room for a couple of hours that evening.
<CHAPTER XI (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 professions of pleasure; and Elizabeth had never seen
them so agreeable as they were during the hour which passed before the gentlemen
appeared. Their powers of conversation were considerable. They could describe an
entertainment with accuracy, relate an anecdote with humour, 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 towards Darcy, and she had something to say to him before
he had advanced many steps. He addressed himself directly to Miss Bennet, with a
polite congratulation; Mr. Hurst also made her a slight bow, and said he was "very
glad;" but diffuseness 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 farther from the door. He then sat
down by her, and talked scarcely to any one 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 sophas
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 Bennet.
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 answered 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 after all
there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of any thing 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 of 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 chuses, 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 carried on
in a different manner; but there is something insufferably tedious in the usual
process of such a meeting.
It would surely be much more rational if conversation instead of dancing 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 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 chusing
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?