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 noticed 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. Philips's
house, and then made their bows, in spite of Miss Lydia's pressing entreaties that
they would come in, and even in spite of Mrs. Philips' throwing up the parlour window
and loudly seconding the invitation.
Mrs. Philips was always glad to see her nieces, and the two eldest, from their
recent absence, were particularly welcome, and she was eagerly expressing her surprise
at their sudden return home, which, as their own carriage had not fetched them,
she should have known nothing 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 acquaintance with her, which he could not help flattering himself,
however, might be justified by his relationship to the young ladies who introduced
him to her notice. Mrs. Philips was quite awed by such an excess of good breeding;
but her contemplation of one stranger was soon put an end to 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 continued the occupation, but unluckily no
one passed the windows now except a few of the officers, who in comparison with
the stranger, were become "stupid, disagreeable fellows." Some of them were to dine
with the Philipses the next day, and their aunt promised to make her husband call
on Mr. Wickham, and give him an invitation also, if the family from Longbourn would
come in the evening. This was agreed to, and Mrs. Philips 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 perfectly needless.
As they walked home, Elizabeth related to Jane what she had seen pass between
the two gentlemen; but though Jane would have defended either or both, had they
appeared to be wrong, she could no more explain such behaviour than her sister.
Mr. Collins, on his return, highly gratified Mrs. Bennet by admiring Mrs. Philips'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 had even pointedly included him in her invitation for the next
evening, although utterly unknown to her before. Something he supposed might be
attributed to his connection with them, but yet he had never met with so much attention
in the whole course of his life.
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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. Philips 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 resented 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 employed until the gentlemen joined them; and he found
in Mrs. Philips 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 instrument, and examine their own indifferent
imitations of china on the mantlepiece, 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 unreasonable 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 Philips, breathing port wine, who followed them into the room.
Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned,
and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seated himself; and the agreeable
manner in which he immediately fell into conversation, though it was only on its
being a wet night, and on the probability of a rainy season, 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 likely to sink into insignificance; to the young ladies he certainly
was nothing; but he had still at intervals a kind listener in Mrs. Philips, and
was, by her watchfulness, most abundantly supplied with coffee and muffin.
When the card tables were placed, he had an opportunity of obliging her in return,
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 of life --"
Mrs. Philips was very thankful for his compliance, but could not wait for his
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 any
one in particular.
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 an hesitating
manner how long Mr. Darcy had been staying there.
"About a month," said Elizabeth; and then, unwilling to let the subject drop,
added, "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand."
"Yes," replied 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 infancy."
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 warmly, -- "I have spent four
days in the same house with him, and I think him very disagreeable."
"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 to 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
anywhere 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 Hertfordshire. Every body is disgusted
with his pride. You will not find him more favourably spoken of by any one."
"I cannot pretend to be sorry," said Wickham, after a short interruption, "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 chuses to