"Lady Catherine is a very respectable, sensible woman indeed,"
added Charlotte, "and a most attentive neighbour."
"Very true, my dear, that is exactly what I say. She is the sort of woman whom
one cannot regard with too much deference."
The evening was spent chiefly in talking over Hertfordshire news, and telling
again what had been already written; and when it closed, Elizabeth, in the solitude
of her chamber, had to meditate upon Charlotte's degree of contentment, to understand
her address in guiding, and composure in bearing with her husband, and to acknowledge
that it was all done very well.
She had also to anticipate how her visit would pass, the quiet tenor of their
usual employments, the vexatious interruptions of Mr. Collins, and the gaieties
of their intercourse with Rosings. A lively imagination soon settled it all. About
the middle of the next day, as she was in her room getting ready for a walk, a sudden
noise below seemed to speak the whole house in confusion; and after listening a
moment, she heard somebody running up stairs in a violent hurry, and calling loudly
after her. She opened the door, and met Maria in the landing place, who, breathless
with agitation, cried out, "Oh, my dear Eliza! pray make haste and come into the
dining-room, for there is such a sight to be seen! I will not tell you what it is.
Make haste, and come down this moment."
Elizabeth asked questions in vain; Maria would tell her nothing more, and down
they ran into the dining-room, which fronted the lane, in quest of this wonder;
it was two ladies stopping in a low phaeton at the garden gate.
"And is this all?" cried Elizabeth. "I expected at least that the pigs were got
into the garden, and here is nothing but Lady Catherine and her daughter!"
"La! my dear," said Maria quite shocked at the mistake, "it is not Lady Catherine.
The old lady is Mrs. Jenkinson, who lives with them. The other is Miss De Bourgh.
Only look at her.
She is quite a little creature. Who would have thought she could be so thin and
"She is abominably rude to keep Charlotte out of doors in all this wind. Why
does she not come in?"
"Oh! Charlotte says, she hardly ever does. It is the greatest of favours when
Miss De Bourgh comes in."
"I like her appearance," said Elizabeth, struck with other ideas. "She looks
sickly and cross. -- Yes, she will do for him very well. She will make him a very
Mr. Collins and Charlotte were both standing at the gate in conversation with
the ladies; and Sir William, to Elizabeth's high diversion, was stationed in the
doorway, in earnest contemplation of the greatness before him, and constantly bowing
whenever Miss De Bourgh looked that way.
At length there was nothing more to be said; the ladies drove on, and the others
returned into the house. Mr. Collins no sooner saw the two girls than he began to
congratulate them on their good fortune, which Charlotte explained by letting them
know that the whole party was asked to dine at Rosings the next day.
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MR. Collins's triumph in consequence of this invitation was complete. The power
of displaying the grandeur of his patroness to his wondering visitors, and of letting
them see her civility towards himself and his wife, was exactly what he had wished
for; and that an opportunity of doing it should be given so soon was such an instance
of Lady Catherine's condescension as he knew not how to admire enough.
"I confess," said he, "that I should not have been at all surprised by her Ladyship's
asking us on Sunday to drink tea and spend the evening at Rosings. I rather expected,
from my knowledge of her affability, that it would happen. But who could have foreseen
such an attention as this? Who could have imagined that we should receive an invitation
to dine there (an invitation moreover including the whole party) so immediately
after your arrival!"
"I am the less surprised at what has happened," replied Sir William, "from that
knowledge of what the manners of the great really are, which my situation in life
has allowed me to acquire. About the Court, such instances of elegant breeding are
Scarcely any thing was talked of the whole day, or next morning, but their visit
to Rosings. Mr. Collins was carefully instructing them in what they were to expect,
that the sight of such rooms, so many servants, and so splendid a dinner might not
wholly overpower them.
When the ladies were separating for the toilette, he said to Elizabeth, "Do not
make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Lady Catherine is far
from requiring that elegance of dress in us, which becomes herself and daughter.
I would advise you merely to put on whatever of your clothes is superior to the
rest, there is no occasion for any thing more.
Lady Catherine will not think the worse of you for being simply dressed. She
likes to have the distinction of rank preserved."
While they were dressing, he came two or three times to their different doors,
to recommend their being quick, as Lady Catherine very much objected to be kept
waiting for her dinner. -- Such formidable accounts of her ladyship, and her manner
of living, quite frightened Maria Lucas, who had been little used to company, and
she looked forward to her introduction at Rosings with as much apprehension, as
her father had done to his presentation at St. James's.
As the weather was fine, they had a pleasant walk of about half a mile across
the park. -- Every park has its beauty and its prospects; and Elizabeth saw much
to be pleased with, though she could not be in such raptures as Mr. Collins expected
the scene to inspire, and was but slightly affected by his enumeration of the windows
in front of the house, and his relation of what the glazing altogether had originally
cost Sir Lewis De Bourgh.
When they ascended the steps to the hall, Maria's alarm was every moment increasing,
and even Sir William did not look perfectly calm. -- Elizabeth's courage did not
fail her. She had heard nothing of Lady Catherine that spoke her awful from any
extraordinary talents or miraculous virtue, and the mere stateliness of money and
rank she thought she could witness without trepidation.
From the entrance hall, of which Mr. Collins pointed out, with a rapturous air,
the fine proportion and finished ornaments, they followed the servants through an
ante-chamber, to the room where Lady Catherine, her daughter, and Mrs. Jenkinson
were sitting. -- Her ladyship, with great condescension, arose to receive them;
and as Mrs. Collins had settled it with her husband that the office of introduction
should be her's, it was performed in a proper manner, without any of those apologies
and thanks which he would have thought necessary.
In spite of having been at St. James's, Sir William was so completely awed by
the grandeur surrounding him, that he had but just courage enough to make a very
low bow, and take his seat without saying a word; and his daughter, frightened almost
out of her senses, sat on the edge of her chair, not knowing which way to look.
Elizabeth found herself quite equal to the scene, and could observe the three ladies
before her composedly. -- Lady Catherine was a tall, large woman, with strongly-marked
features, which might once have been handsome.
Her air was not conciliating, nor was her manner of receiving them such as to
make her visitors forget their inferior rank.
She was not rendered formidable by silence; but whatever she said was spoken
in so authoritative a tone as marked her self-importance, and brought Mr. Wickham
immediately to Elizabeth's mind; and from the observation of the day altogether,
she believed Lady Catherine to be exactly what he had represented.
When, after examining the mother, in whose countenance and deportment she soon
found some resemblance of Mr. Darcy, she turned her eyes on the daughter, she could
almost have joined in Maria's astonishment at her being so thin, and so small.
There was neither in figure nor face any likeness between the ladies. Miss De
Bourgh was pale and sickly; her features, though not plain, were insignificant;
and she spoke very little, except in a low voice to Mrs. Jenkinson, in whose appearance
there was nothing remarkable, and who was entirely engaged in listening to what
she said, and placing a screen in the proper direction before her eyes.
After sitting a few minutes, they were all sent to one of the windows to admire
the view, Mr. Collins attending them to point out its beauties, and Lady Catherine
kindly informing them that it was much better worth looking at in the summer.
The dinner was exceedingly handsome, and there were all the servants, and all
the articles of plate which Mr. Collins had promised; and, as he had likewise foretold,
he took his seat at the bottom of the table, by her ladyship's desire, and looked
as if he felt that life could furnish nothing greater. -- He carved, and ate, and
praised with delighted alacrity; and every dish was commended, first by him, and
then by Sir William, who was now enough recovered to echo whatever his son in law
said, in a manner which Elizabeth wondered Lady Catherine could bear.
But Lady Catherine seemed gratified by their excessive admiration, and gave most
gracious smiles, especially when any dish on the table proved a novelty to them.
The party did not supply much conversation. Elizabeth was ready to speak whenever
there was an opening, but she was seated between Charlotte and Miss De Bourgh --
the former of whom was engaged in listening to Lady Catherine, and the latter said
not a word to her all dinner time. Mrs. Jenkinson was chiefly employed in watching
how little Miss De Bourgh ate, pressing her to try some other dish, and fearing
she were indisposed. Maria thought speaking out of the question, and the gentlemen
did nothing but eat and admire.