His answer to this sudden attack was delightful to their mother's ear.
"I am perfectly ready, I assure you, to keep my engagement, and when your sister
is recovered, you shall if you please, name the very day of the ball. But you would
not wish to be dancing while she is ill."
Lydia declared herself satisfied. "Oh! yes -- it would be much better to wait
till Jane was well, and by that time most likely Captain Carter would be at Meryton
again. And when you have given your ball," she added, "I shall insist on their
giving one also. I shall tell Colonel Forster it will be quite a shame if he does
Mrs. Bennet and her daughters then departed, and Elizabeth returned instantly
to Jane, leaving her own and her relations' behaviour to the remarks of the two
ladies and Mr. Darcy; the latter of whom, however, could not be prevailed on to
join in their censure of her, in spite of all Miss Bingley's witticisms on fine
<CHAPTER X (10)>
THE day passed much as the day before had done. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley had
spent some hours of the morning with the invalid, who continued, though slowly,
to mend; and in the evening Elizabeth joined their party in the drawing room. The
loo table, however, did not appear. Mr. Darcy was writing, and Miss Bingley, seated
near him, was watching the progress of his letter, and repeatedly calling off his
attention by messages to his sister. Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were at piquet, and
Hurst was observing their game.
Elizabeth took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused in attending to
what passed between Darcy and his companion. The perpetual commendations of the
lady either on his hand-writing, or on the evenness of his lines, or on the length
of his letter, with the perfect unconcern with which her praises were received,
formed a curious dialogue, and was exactly in unison with her opinion of each.
"How delighted Miss Darcy will be to receive such a letter!"
He made no answer.
"You write uncommonly fast."
"You are mistaken. I write rather slowly."
"How many letters you must have occasion to write in the course of the year!
Letters of business too! How odious I should think them!"
"It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of to yours."
"Pray tell your sister that I long to see her."
"I have already told her so once, by your desire."
"I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you.
I mend pens remarkably well."
"Thank you -- but I always mend my own."
"How can you contrive to write so even?"
He was silent.
"Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp, and
pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little design for
a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Grantley's."
"Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? -- At present
I have not room to do them justice."
"Oh! it is of no consequence. I shall see her in January.
But do you always write such charming long letters to her, Mr. Darcy?"
"They are generally long; but whether always charming, it is not for me to determine."
"It is a rule with me, that a person who can write a long letter, with ease,
cannot write ill."
"That will not do for a compliment to Darcy, Caroline," cried her brother --
"because he does not write with ease. He studies too much for words of four syllables.
-- Do not you, Darcy?"
"My stile of writing is very different from yours."
"Oh!" cried Miss Bingley, "Charles writes in the most careless way imaginable.
He leaves out half his words, and blots the rest."
"My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them -- by which means
my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents."
"Your humility, Mr. Bingley," said Elizabeth, "must disarm reproof."
"Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, "than the appearance of humility. It
is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast."
"And which of the two do you call my little recent piece of modesty?"
"The indirect boast; -- for you are really proud of your defects in writing,
because you consider them as proceeding from a rapidity of thought and carelessness
of execution, which if not estimable, you think at least highly interesting. The
power of doing any thing with quickness is always much prized by the possessor,
and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance. When you
told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you ever resolved on quitting Netherfield
you should be gone in five minutes, you meant it to be a sort of panegyric, of compliment
to yourself -- and yet what is there so very laudable in a precipitance which must
leave very necessary business undone, and can be of no real advantage to yourself
or any one else?"
"Nay," cried Bingley, "this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish
things that were said in the morning. And yet, upon my honour, I believed what I
said of myself to be true, and I believe it at this moment. At least, therefore,
I did not assume the character of needless precipitance merely to shew off before
"I dare say you believed it; but I am by no means convinced that you would be
gone with such celerity. Your conduct would be quite as dependant on chance as that
of any man I know; and if, as you were mounting your horse, a friend were to say,
``Bingley, you had better stay till next week,'' you would probably do it, you would
probably not go -- and, at another word, might stay a month."
"You have only proved by this," cried Elizabeth, "that Mr.
Bingley did not do justice to his own disposition. You have shewn him off now
much more than he did himself."
"I am exceedingly gratified," said Bingley, "by your converting what my friend
says into a compliment on the sweetness of my temper. But I am afraid you are giving
it a turn which that gentleman did by no means intend; for he would certainly think
the better of me, if under such a circumstance I were to give a flat denial, and
ride off as fast as I could."
"Would Mr. Darcy then consider the rashness of your original intention as atoned
for by your obstinacy in adhering to it?"
"Upon my word I cannot exactly explain the matter; Darcy must speak for himself."
"You expect me to account for opinions which you chuse to call mine, but which
I have never acknowledged. Allowing the case, however, to stand according to your
representation, you must remember, Miss Bennet, that the friend who is supposed
to desire his return to the house, and the delay of his plan, has merely desired
it, asked it without offering one argument in favour of its propriety."
"To yield readily -- easily -- to the persuasion of a friend is no merit with
"To yield without conviction is no compliment to the understanding of either."
"You appear to me, Mr. Darcy, to allow nothing for the influence of friendship
and affection. A regard for the requester would often make one readily yield to
a request without waiting for arguments to reason one into it. I am not particularly
speaking of such a case as you have supposed about Mr. Bingley. We may as well wait,
perhaps, till the circumstance occurs, before we discuss the discretion of his behaviour
thereupon. But in general and ordinary cases between friend and friend, where one
of them is desired by the other to change a resolution of no very great moment,
should you think ill of that person for complying with the desire, without waiting
to be argued into it?"
"Will it not be advisable, before we proceed on this subject, to arrange with
rather more precision the degree of importance which is to appertain to this request,
as well as the degree of intimacy subsisting between the parties?"
"By all means," cried Bingley; "Let us hear all the particulars, not forgetting
their comparative height and size; for that will have more weight in the argument,
Miss Bennet, than you may be aware of. I assure you that if Darcy were not such
a great tall fellow, in comparison with myself, I should not pay him half so much
deference. I declare I do not know a more aweful object than Darcy, on particular
occasions, and in particular places; at his own house especially, and of a Sunday
evening when he has nothing to do."
Mr. Darcy smiled; but Elizabeth thought she could perceive that he was rather
offended; and therefore checked he laugh. Miss Bingley warmly resented the indignity
he had received in an expostulation with her brother for talking such nonsense.
"I see your design, Bingley," said his friend. -- "You dislike an argument, and
want to silence this."
"Perhaps I do. Arguments are too much like disputes. If you and Miss Bennet will
defer yours till I am out of the room, I shall be very thankful; and then you may
say whatever you like of me."
"What you ask," said Elizabeth, "is no sacrifice on my side; and Mr. Darcy had
much better finish his letter,"
Mr. Darcy took her advice, and did finish his letter.