"True. Are the others coming out?"
"I do not know. Mrs. Bennet and Lydia are going in the carriage to Meryton. And
so, my dear sister, I find, from our uncle and aunt, that you have actually seen
She replied in the affirmative.
"I almost envy you the pleasure, and yet I believe it would be too much for me,
or else I could take it in my way to Newcastle. And you saw the old housekeeper,
I suppose? Poor Reynolds, she was always very fond of me. But of course she did
not mention my name to you."
"Yes, she did."
"And what did she say?"
"That you were gone into the army, and she was afraid had -- not turned out well.
At such a distance as that, you know, things are strangely misrepresented."
"Certainly," he replied, biting his lips. Elizabeth hoped she had silenced him;
but he soon afterwards said, "I was surprised to see Darcy in town last month. We
passed each other several times. I wonder what he can be doing there."
"Perhaps preparing for his marriage with Miss de Bourgh," said Elizabeth. "It
must be something particular, to take him there at this time of year."
"Undoubtedly. Did you see him while you were at Lambton?
I thought I understood from the Gardiners that you had."
"Yes; he introduced us to his sister."
"And do you like her?"
"I have heard, indeed, that she is uncommonly improved within this year or two.
When I last saw her, she was not very promising. I am very glad you liked her. I
hope she will turn out well."
"I dare say she will; she has got over the most trying age."
"Did you go by the village of Kympton?"
"I do not recollect that we did."
"I mention it, because it is the living which I ought to have had. A most delightful
place! -- Excellent Parsonage House! It would have suited me in every respect."
"How should you have liked making sermons?"
"Exceedingly well. I should have considered it as part of my duty, and the exertion
would soon have been nothing. One ought not to repine; -- but, to be sure, it would
have been such a thing for me! The quiet, the retirement of such a life would have
answered all my ideas of happiness! But it was not to be.
Did you ever hear Darcy mention the circumstance, when you were in Kent?"
"I have heard from authority, which I thought as good, that it was left
you conditionally only, and at the will of the present patron."
"You have. Yes, there was something in that; I told you so from the first,
you may remember."
"I did hear, too, that there was a time, when sermon-making was not so palatable
to you as it seems to be at present; that you actually declared your resolution
of never taking orders, and that the business had been compromised accordingly."
"You did! and it was not wholly without foundation. You may remember what I told
you on that point, when first we talked of it."
They were now almost at the door of the house, for she had walked fast to get
rid of him; and unwilling, for her sister's sake, to provoke him, she only said
in reply, with a good-humoured smile, "Come, Mr. Wickham, we are brother and sister,
Do not let us quarrel about the past. In future, I hope we shall be always of
She held out her hand; he kissed it with affectionate gallantry, though he hardly
knew how to look, and they entered the house.
<CHAPTER XI (53)>
MR. Wickham was so perfectly satisfied with this conversation that he never again
distressed himself, or provoked his dear sister Elizabeth, by introducing the subject
of it; and she was pleased to find that she had said enough to keep him quiet.
The day of his and Lydia's departure soon came, and Mrs. Bennet was forced to
submit to a separation, which, as her husband by no means entered into her scheme
of their all going to Newcastle, was likely to continue at least a twelvemonth.
"Oh! my dear Lydia," she cried, "when shall we meet again?"
"Oh, lord! I don't know. Not these two or three years, perhaps."
"Write to me very often, my dear."
"As often as I can. But you know married women have never much time for writing.
My sisters may write to me. They will have nothing else to do."
Mr. Wickham's adieus were much more affectionate than his wife's. He smiled,
looked handsome, and said many pretty things.
"He is as fine a fellow," said Mr. Bennet, as soon as they were out of the house,
"as ever I saw. He simpers, and smirks, and makes love to us all. I am prodigiously
proud of him. I defy even Sir William Lucas himself to produce a more valuable son-in-law."
The loss of her daughter made Mrs. Bennet very dull for several days.
"I often think," said she, "that there is nothing so bad as parting with one's
friends. One seems so forlorn without them."
"This is the consequence, you see, Madam, of marrying a daughter," said Elizabeth.
"It must make you better satisfied that your other four are single."
"It is no such thing. Lydia does not leave me because she is married, but only
because her husband's regiment happens to be so far off. If that had been nearer,
she would not have gone so soon."
But the spiritless condition which this event threw her into was shortly relieved,
and her mind opened again to the agitation of hope, by an article of news which
then began to be in circulation. The housekeeper at Netherfield had received orders
to prepare for the arrival of her master, who was coming down in a day or two, to
shoot there for several weeks.
Mrs. Bennet was quite in the fidgets. She looked at Jane, and smiled and shook
her head by turns.
"Well, well, and so Mr. Bingley is coming down, sister,"
(for Mrs. Phillips first brought her the news). "Well, so much the better. Not
that I care about it, though. He is nothing to us, you know, and I am sure I never
want to see him again. But, however, he is very welcome to come to Netherfield,
if he likes it. And who knows what may happen? But that is nothing to us. You
know, sister, we agreed long ago never to mention a word about it. And so, is it
quite certain he is coming?"
"You may depend on it," replied the other, "for Mrs. Nicholls was in Meryton
last night; I saw her passing by, and went out myself on purpose to know the truth
of it; and she told me that it was certain true. He comes down on Thursday at the
latest, very likely on Wednesday. She was going to the butcher's, she told me, on
purpose to order in some meat on Wednesday, and she has got three couple of ducks
just fit to be killed."
Miss Bennet had not been able to hear of his coming without changing colour.
It was many months since she had mentioned his name to Elizabeth; but now, as soon
as they were alone together, she said, "I saw you look at me to-day, Lizzy, when
my aunt told us of the present report; and I know I appeared distressed. But don't
imagine it was from any silly cause. I was only confused for the moment, because
I felt that I should be looked at.
I do assure you that the news does not affect me either with pleasure or pain.
I am glad of one thing, that he comes alone; because we shall see the less of him.
Not that I am afraid of myself, but I dread other people's remarks."
Elizabeth did not know what to make of it. Had she not seen him in Derbyshire,
she might have supposed him capable of coming there with no other view than what
was acknowledged; but she still thought him partial to Jane, and she wavered as
to the greater probability of his coming there with his friend's permission, or
being bold enough to come without it.
"Yet it is hard," she sometimes thought, "that this poor man cannot come to a
house which he has legally hired, without raising all this speculation! I will
leave him to himself."
In spite of what her sister declared, and really believed to be her feelings
in the expectation of his arrival, Elizabeth could easily perceive that her spirits
were affected by it. They were more disturbed, more unequal, than she had often
The subject which had been so warmly canvassed between their parents, about a
twelvemonth ago, was now brought forward again.
"As soon as ever Mr. Bingley comes, my dear," said Mrs. Bennet, "you will wait
on him of course."
"No, no. You forced me into visiting him last year, and promised, if I went to
see him, he should marry one of my daughters. But it ended in nothing, and I will
not be sent on a fool's errand again."
His wife represented to him how absolutely necessary such an attention would
be from all the neighbouring gentlemen, on his returning to Netherfield.
"'Tis an etiquette I despise," said he. "If he wants our society, let him seek
it. He knows where we live. I will not spend my hours in running after my neighbours
every time they go away and come back again."
"Well, all I know is, that it will be abominably rude if you do not wait on him.
But, however, that shan't prevent my asking him to dine here, I am determined. We
must have Mrs. Long and the Gouldings soon. That will make thirteen with ourselves,
so there will be just room at table for him."