Elizabeth soon perceived that though this great lady was not in the commission
of the peace for the county, she was a most active magistrate in her own parish,
the minutest concerns of which were carried to her by Mr. Collins; and whenever
any of the cottagers were disposed to be quarrelsome, discontented or too poor,
she sallied forth into the village to settle their differences, silence their complaints,
and scold them into harmony and plenty.
The entertainment of dining at Rosings was repeated about twice a week; and,
allowing for the loss of Sir William, and there being only one card table in the
evening, every such entertainment was the counterpart of the first. Their other
engagements were few; as the style of living of the neighbourhood in general was
beyond the Collinses' reach.
This, however, was no evil to Elizabeth, and upon the whole she spent her time
comfortably enough; there were half hours of pleasant conversation with Charlotte,
and the weather was so fine for the time of year, that she had often great enjoyment
out of doors. Her favourite walk, and where she frequently went while the others
were calling on Lady Catherine, was along the open grove which edged that side of
the park, where there was a nice sheltered path, which no one seemed to value but
herself, and where she felt beyond the reach of Lady Catherine's curiosity.
In this quiet way, the first fortnight of her visit soon passed away. Easter
was approaching, and the week preceding it was to bring an addition to the family
at Rosings, which in so small a circle must be important. Elizabeth had heard, soon
after her arrival, that Mr. Darcy was expected there in the course of a few weeks,
and though there were not many of her acquaintance whom she did not prefer, his
coming would furnish one comparatively new to look at in their Rosings parties,
and she might be amused in seeing how hopeless Miss Bingley's designs on him were,
by his behaviour to his cousin, for whom he was evidently destined by Lady Catherine;
who talked of his coming with the greatest satisfaction, spoke of him in terms of
the highest admiration, and seemed almost angry to find that he had already been
frequently seen by Miss Lucas and herself.
His arrival was soon known at the Parsonage, for Mr. Collins was walking the
whole morning within view of the lodges opening into Hunsford Lane, in order to
have the earliest assurance of it; and after making his bow as the carriage turned
into the park, hurried home with the great intelligence. On the following morning
he hastened to Rosings to pay his respects.
There were two nephews of Lady Catherine to require them, for Mr. Darcy had brought
with him a Colonel Fitzwilliam, the younger son of his uncle, Lord ----; and to
the great surprise of all the party, when Mr. Collins returned, the gentlemen accompanied
him. Charlotte had seen them, from her husband's room, crossing the road, and immediately
running into the other, told the girls what an honour they might expect, adding,
"I may thank you, Eliza, for this piece of civility. Mr. Darcy would never have
come so soon to wait upon me."
Elizabeth had scarcely time to disclaim all right to the compliment, before their
approach was announced by the door-bell, and shortly afterwards the three gentlemen
entered the room. Colonel Fitzwilliam, who led the way, was about thirty, not handsome,
but in person and address most truly the gentleman. Mr. Darcy looked just as he
had been used to look in Hertfordshire, paid his compliments, with his usual reserve,
to Mrs. Collins; and whatever might be his feelings towards her friend, met her
with every appearance of composure. Elizabeth merely curtseyed to him, without saying
Colonel Fitzwilliam entered into conversation directly with the readiness and
ease of a well-bred man, and talked very pleasantly; but his cousin, after having
addressed a slight observation on the house and garden to Mrs. Collins, sat for
some time without speaking to any body. At length, however, his civility was so
far awakened as to enquire of Elizabeth after the health of her family. She answered
him in the usual way, and after a moment's pause, added, "My eldest sister has been
in town these three months.
Have you never happened to see her there?"
She was perfectly sensible that he never had; but she wished to see whether he
would betray any consciousness of what had passed between the Bingleys and Jane;
and she thought he looked a little confused as he answered that he had never been
so fortunate as to meet Miss Bennet. The subject was pursued no farther, and the
gentlemen soon afterwards went away.
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COLONEL Fitzwilliam's manners were very much admired at the parsonage, and the
ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the pleasure of their engagements
It was some days, however, before they received any invitation thither, for while
there were visitors in the house they could not be necessary; and it was not till
Easter-day, almost a week after the gentlemen's arrival, that they were honoured
by such an attention, and then they were merely asked on leaving church to come
there in the evening. For the last week they had seen very little of either Lady
Catherine or her daughter. Colonel Fitzwilliam had called at the parsonage more
than once during the time, but Mr. Darcy they had only seen at church.
The invitation was accepted of course, and at a proper hour they joined the party
in Lady Catherine's drawing room. Her ladyship received them civilly, but it was
plain that their company was by no means so acceptable as when she could get nobody
else; and she was, in fact, almost engrossed by her nephews, speaking to them, especially
to Darcy, much more than to any other person in the room.
Colonel Fitzwilliam seemed really glad to see them; any thing was a welcome relief
to him at Rosings; and Mrs. Collins's pretty friend had moreover caught his fancy
very much. He now seated himself by her, and talked so agreeably of Kent and Hertfordshire,
of travelling and staying at home, of new books and music, that Elizabeth had never
been half so well entertained in that room before; and they conversed with so much
spirit and flow, as to draw the attention of Lady Catherine herself as well as of
Mr. Darcy. His eyes had been soon and repeatedly turned towards them with a look
of curiosity; and that her ladyship after a while shared the feeling, was more openly
acknowledged, for she did not scruple to call out, "What is that you are saying,
Fitzwilliam? What is it you are talking of? What are you telling Miss Bennet? Let
me hear what it is."
"We are speaking of music, Madam," said he, when no longer able to avoid a reply.
"Of music! Then pray speak aloud. It is of all subjects my delight. I must have
my share in the conversation, if you are speaking of music. There are few people
in England, I suppose, who have more true enjoyment of music than myself, or a better
natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great proficient. And
so would Anne, if her health had allowed her to apply. I am confident that she would
have performed delightfully. How does Georgiana get on, Darcy?"
Mr. Darcy spoke with affectionate praise of his sister's proficiency.
"I am very glad to hear such a good account of her," said Lady Catherine; "and
pray tell her from me, that she cannot expect to excel, if she does not practise
a great deal."
"I assure you, Madam," he replied, "that she does not need such advice. She practises
"So much the better. It cannot be done too much; and when I next write to her,
I shall charge her not to neglect it on any account. I often tell young ladies,
that no excellence in music is to be acquired, without constant practice. I have
told Miss Bennet several times, that she will never play really well, unless she
practises more; and though Mrs. Collins has no instrument, she is very welcome,
as I have often told her, to come to Rosings every day, and play on the piano forte
in Mrs. Jenkinson's room. She would be in nobody's way, you know, in that part of
Mr. Darcy looked a little ashamed of his aunt's ill breeding, and made no answer.
When coffee was over, Colonel Fitzwilliam reminded Elizabeth of having promised
to play to him; and she sat down directly to the instrument. He drew a chair near
her. Lady Catherine listened to half a song, and then talked, as before, to her
other nephew; till the latter walked away from her, and moving with his usual deliberation
towards the piano forte, stationed himself so as to command a full view of the fair
performer's countenance. Elizabeth saw what he was doing, and at the first convenient
pause, turned to him with an arch smile, and said, "You mean to frighten me, Mr.
Darcy, by coming in all this state to hear me? But I will not be alarmed though
your sister does play so well. There is a stubbornness about me that never can
bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises with every
attempt to intimidate me."
"I shall not say that you are mistaken," he replied, "because you could not really
believe me to entertain any design of alarming you; and I have had the pleasure
of your acquaintance long enough to know, that you find great enjoyment in occasionally
professing opinions which in fact are not your own."
Elizabeth laughed heartily at this picture of herself, and said to Colonel Fitzwilliam,
"Your cousin will give you a very pretty notion of me, and teach you not to believe
a word I say.