Their visitors staid with them above half an hour, and when they arose to depart,
Mr. Darcy called on his sister to join him in expressing their wish of seeing Mr.
and Mrs. Gardiner and Miss Bennet to dinner at Pemberley before they left the country.
Miss Darcy, though with a diffidence which marked her little in the habit of giving
invitations, readily obeyed.
Mrs. Gardiner looked at her niece, desirous of knowing how she, whom the invitation
most concerned, felt disposed as to its acceptance, but Elizabeth had turned away
Presuming, however, that this studied avoidance spoke rather a momentary embarrassment,
than any dislike of the proposal, and seeing in her husband, who was fond of society,
a perfect willingness to accept it, she ventured to engage for her attendance, and
the day after the next was fixed on.
Bingley expressed great pleasure in the certainty of seeing Elizabeth again,
having still a great deal to say to her, and many enquiries to make after all their
Elizabeth, construing all this into a wish of hearing her speak of her sister,
was pleased; and on this account, as well as some others, found herself, when their
visitors left them, capable of considering the last half hour with some satisfaction,
though while it was passing the enjoyment of it had been little. Eager to be alone,
and fearful of enquiries or hints from her uncle and aunt, she staid with them only
long enough to hear their favourable opinion of Bingley, and then hurried away to
But she had no reason to fear Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner's curiosity; it was not their
wish to force her communication.
It was evident that she was much better acquainted with Mr. Darcy than they had
before any idea of; it was evident that he was very much in love with her. They
saw much to interest, but nothing to justify enquiry.
Of Mr. Darcy it was now a matter of anxiety to think well; and, as far as their
acquaintance reached, there was no fault to find. They could not be untouched by
his politeness, and, had they drawn his character from their own feelings and his
servant's report, without any reference to any other account, the circle in Hertfordshire
to which he was known would not have recognised it for Mr. Darcy. There was now
an interest, however, in believing the housekeeper; and they soon became sensible
that the authority of a servant who had known him since he was four years old, and
whose own manners indicated respectability, was not to be hastily rejected. Neither
had any thing occurred in the intelligence of their Lambton friends that could materially
lessen its weight. They had nothing to accuse him of but pride; pride he probably
had, and if not, it would certainly be imputed by the inhabitants of a small market-town
where the family did not visit. It was acknowledged, however, that he was a liberal
man, and did much good among the poor.
With respect to Wickham, the travellers soon found that he was not held there
in much estimation; for though the chief of his concerns with the son of his patron
were imperfectly understood, it was yet a well known fact that on his quitting Derbyshire
he had left many debts behind him, which Mr. Darcy afterwards discharged.
As for Elizabeth, her thoughts were at Pemberley this evening more than the last;
and the evening, though as it passed it seemed long, was not long enough to determine
her feelings towards one in that mansion; and she lay awake two whole hours endeavouring
to make them out. She certainly did not hate him. No; hatred had vanished long ago,
and she had almost as long been ashamed of ever feeling a dislike against him that
could be so called. The respect created by the conviction of his valuable qualities,
though at first unwillingly admitted, had for some time ceased to be repugnant to
her feelings; and it was now heightened into somewhat of a friendlier nature by
the testimony so highly in his favour, and bringing forward his disposition in so
amiable a light, which yesterday had produced. But above all, above respect and
esteem, there was a motive within her of good will which could not be overlooked.
It was gratitude. -- Gratitude, not merely for having once loved her, but for
loving her still well enough to forgive all the petulance and acrimony of her manner
in rejecting him, and all the unjust accusations accompanying her rejection. He
who, she had been persuaded, would avoid her as his greatest enemy, seemed, on this
accidental meeting, most eager to preserve the acquaintance, and without any indelicate
display of regard, or any peculiarity of manner, where their two selves only were
concerned, was soliciting the good opinion of her friends, and bent on making her
known to his sister. Such a change in a man of so much pride excited not only astonishment
but gratitude -- for to love, ardent love, it must be attributed; and as such, its
impression on her was of a sort to be encouraged, as by no means unpleasing, though
it could not be exactly defined. She respected, she esteemed, she was grateful to
him; she felt a real interest in his welfare; and she only wanted to know how far
she wished that welfare to depend upon herself, and how far it would be for the
happiness of both that she should employ the power, which her fancy told her she
still possessed, of bringing on the renewal of his addresses.
It had been settled in the evening, between the aunt and niece, that such a striking
civility as Miss Darcy's, in coming to them on the very day of her arrival at Pemberley
-- for she had reached it only to a late breakfast -- ought to be imitated, though
it could not be equalled, by some exertion of politeness on their side; and, consequently,
that it would be highly expedient to wait on her at Pemberley the following morning.
They were, therefore, to go. -- Elizabeth was pleased, though, when she asked
herself the reason, she had very little to say in reply.
Mr. Gardiner left them soon after breakfast. The fishing scheme had been renewed
the day before, and a positive engagement made of his meeting some of the gentlemen
at Pemberley by noon.
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CONVINCED as Elizabeth now was that Miss Bingley's dislike of her had originated
in jealousy, she could not help feeling how very unwelcome her appearance at Pemberley
must be to her, and was curious to know with how much civility on that lady's side
the acquaintance would now be renewed.
On reaching the house, they were shewn through the hall into the saloon, whose
northern aspect rendered it delightful for summer. Its windows, opening to the ground,
admitted a most refreshing view of the high woody hills behind the house, and of
the beautiful oaks and Spanish chesnuts which were scattered over the intermediate
In this room they were received by Miss Darcy, who was sitting there with Mrs.
Hurst and Miss Bingley, and the lady with whom she lived in London. Georgiana's
reception of them was very civil; but attended with all that embarrassment which,
though proceeding from shyness and the fear of doing wrong, would easily give to
those who felt themselves inferior the belief of her being proud and reserved. Mrs.
Gardiner and her niece, however, did her justice, and pitied her.
By Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley, they were noticed only by a curtsey; and on their
being seated, a pause, awkward as such pauses must always be, succeeded for a few
moments. It was first broken by Mrs. Annesley, a genteel, agreeable looking woman,
whose endeavour to introduce some kind of discourse proved her to be more truly
well bred than either of the others; and between her and Mrs. Gardiner, with occasional
help from Elizabeth, the conversation was carried on. Miss Darcy looked as if she
wished for courage enough to join in it; and sometimes did venture a short sentence,
when there was least danger of its being heard.
Elizabeth soon saw that she was herself closely watched by Miss Bingley, and
that she could not speak a word, especially to Miss Darcy, without calling her attention.
This observation would not have prevented her from trying to talk to the latter,
had they not been seated at an inconvenient distance; but she was not sorry to be
spared the necessity of saying much. Her own thoughts were employing her. She expected
every moment that some of the gentlemen would enter the room. She wished, she feared,
that the master of the house might be amongst them; and whether she wished or feared
it most, she could scarcely determine. After sitting in this manner a quarter of
an hour without hearing Miss Bingley's voice, Elizabeth was roused by receiving
from her a cold enquiry after the health of her family. She answered with equal
indifference and brevity, and the other said no more.
The next variation which their visit afforded was produced by the entrance of
servants with cold meat, cake, and a variety of all the finest fruits in season;
but this did not take place till after many a significant look and smile from Mrs.
Annesley to Miss Darcy had been given, to remind her of her post. There was now
employment for the whole party; for though they could not all talk, they could all
eat; and the beautiful pyramids of grapes, nectarines, and peaches soon collected
them round the table.
While thus engaged, Elizabeth had a fair opportunity of deciding whether she
most feared or wished for the appearance of Mr. Darcy, by the feelings which prevailed
on his entering the room; and then, though but a moment before she had believed
her wishes to predominate, she began to regret that he came.
He had been some time with Mr. Gardiner, who, with two or three other gentlemen
from the house, was engaged by the river, and had left him only on learning that
the ladies of the family intended a visit to Georgiana that morning. No sooner did
he appear, than Elizabeth wisely resolved to be perfectly easy and unembarrassed;
-- a resolution the more necessary to be made, but perhaps not the more easily kept,
because she saw that the suspicions of the whole party were awakened against them,
and that there was scarcely an eye which did not watch his behaviour when he first
came into the room. In no countenance was attentive curiosity so strongly marked
as in Miss Bingley's, in spite of the smiles which overspread her face whenever
she spoke to one of its objects; for jealousy had not yet made her desperate, and
her attentions to Mr. Darcy were by no means over. Miss Darcy, on her brother's
entrance, exerted herself much more to talk; and Elizabeth saw that he was anxious
for his sister and herself to get acquainted, and forwarded, as much as possible,
every attempt at conversation on either side. Miss Bingley saw all this likewise;
and, in the imprudence of anger, took the first opportunity of saying, with sneering
civility, "Pray, Miss Eliza, are not the ----shire militia removed from Meryton?
They must be a great loss to your family."