"You are very cruel," said her sister, "you will not let me smile, and are provoking
me to it every moment."
"How hard it is in some cases to be believed!"
"And how impossible in others!"
"But why should you wish to persuade me that I feel more than I acknowledge?"
"That is a question which I hardly know how to answer. We all love to instruct,
though we can teach only what is not worth knowing. Forgive me; and if you persist
in indifference, do not make me your confidante."
<CHAPTER XIII (55)>
A FEW days after this visit, Mr. Bingley called again, and alone. His friend
had left him that morning for London, but was to return home in ten days time. He
sat with them above an hour, and was in remarkably good spirits. Mrs. Bennet invited
him to dine with them; but, with many expressions of concern, he confessed himself
"Next time you call," said she, "I hope we shall be more lucky."
He should be particularly happy at any time, &c. &c.; and if she would give him
leave, would take an early opportunity of waiting on them.
"Can you come to-morrow?"
Yes, he had no engagement at all for to-morrow; and her invitation was accepted
He came, and in such very good time that the ladies were none of them dressed.
In ran Mrs. Bennet to her daughter's room, in her dressing gown, and with her hair
half finished, crying out, "My dear Jane, make haste and hurry down. He is come
-- Mr. Bingley is come. -- He is, indeed. Make haste, make haste.
Here, Sarah, come to Miss Bennet this moment, and help her on with her gown.
Never mind Miss Lizzy's hair."
"We will be down as soon as we can," said Jane; "but I dare say Kitty is forwarder
than either of us, for she went up stairs half an hour ago."
"Oh! hang Kitty! what has she to do with it? Come be quick, be quick! Where is
your sash, my dear?"
But when her mother was gone, Jane would not be prevailed on to go down without
one of her sisters.
The same anxiety to get them by themselves was visible again in the evening.
After tea, Mr. Bennet retired to the library, as was his custom, and Mary went up
stairs to her instrument.
Two obstacles of the five being thus removed, Mrs. Bennet sat looking and winking
at Elizabeth and Catherine for a considerable time, without making any impression
Elizabeth would not observe her; and when at last Kitty did, she very innocently
said, "What is the matter mamma? What do you keep winking at me for? What am I to
"Nothing child, nothing. I did not wink at you." She then sat still five minutes
longer; but unable to waste such a precious occasion, she suddenly got up, and saying
to Kitty, "Come here, my love, I want to speak to you," took her out of the room.
Jane instantly gave a look at Elizabeth which spoke her distress at such premeditation,
and her intreaty that she would not give in to it. In a few minutes, Mrs. Bennet
half-opened the door and called out, "Lizzy, my dear, I want to speak with you."
Elizabeth was forced to go.
"We may as well leave them by themselves you know;" said her mother, as soon
as she was in the hall. "Kitty and I are going up stairs to sit in my dressing room."
Elizabeth made no attempt to reason with her mother, but remained quietly in
the hall, till she and Kitty were out of sight, then returned into the drawing room.
Mrs. Bennet's schemes for this day were ineffectual. Bingley was every thing
that was charming, except the professed lover of her daughter. His ease and cheerfulness
rendered him a most agreeable addition to their evening party; and he bore with
the ill-judged officiousness of the mother, and heard all her silly remarks with
a forbearance and command of countenance particularly grateful to the daughter.
He scarcely needed an invitation to stay supper; and before he went away, an
engagement was formed, chiefly through his own and Mrs. Bennet's means, for his
coming next morning to shoot with her husband.
After this day, Jane said no more of her indifference.
Not a word passed between the sisters concerning Bingley; but Elizabeth went
to bed in the happy belief that all must speedily be concluded, unless Mr. Darcy
returned within the stated time. Seriously, however, she felt tolerably persuaded
that all this must have taken place with that gentleman's concurrence.
Bingley was punctual to his appointment; and he and Mr. Bennet spent the morning
together, as had been agreed on. The latter was much more agreeable than his companion
expected. There was nothing of presumption or folly in Bingley that could provoke
his ridicule, or disgust him into silence; and he was more communicative, and less
eccentric, than the other had ever seen him. Bingley of course returned with him
to dinner; and in the evening Mrs. Bennet's invention was again at work to get every
body away from him and her daughter. Elizabeth, who had a letter to write, went
into the breakfast room for that purpose soon after tea; for as the others were
all going to sit down to cards, she could not be wanted to counteract her mother's
But on returning to the drawing room, when her letter was finished, she saw,
to her infinite surprise, there was reason to fear that her mother had been too
ingenious for her. On opening the door, she perceived her sister and Bingley standing
together over the hearth, as if engaged in earnest conversation; and had this led
to no suspicion, the faces of both, as they hastily turned round and moved away
from each other, would have told it all. Their situation was awkward enough; but
her's she thought was still worse.
Not a syllable was uttered by either; and Elizabeth was on the point of going
away again, when Bingley, who as well as the other had sat down, suddenly rose,
and whispering a few words to her sister, ran out of the room.
Jane could have no reserves from Elizabeth, where confidence would give pleasure;
and instantly embracing her, acknowledged, with the liveliest emotion, that she
was the happiest creature in the world.
"'Tis too much!" she added, "by far too much. I do not deserve it. Oh! why is
not every body as happy?"
Elizabeth's congratulations were given with a sincerity, a warmth, a delight,
which words could but poorly express. Every sentence of kindness was a fresh source
of happiness to Jane.
But she would not allow herself to stay with her sister, or say half that remained
to be said for the present.
"I must go instantly to my mother;" she cried. "I would not on any account trifle
with her affectionate solicitude; or allow her to hear it from any one but myself.
He is gone to my father already. Oh! Lizzy, to know that what I have to relate will
give such pleasure to all my dear family! how shall I bear so much happiness!"
She then hastened away to her mother, who had purposely broken up the card party,
and was sitting up stairs with Kitty.
Elizabeth, who was left by herself, now smiled at the rapidity and ease with
which an affair was finally settled, that had given them so many previous months
of suspense and vexation.
"And this," said she, "is the end of all his friend's anxious circumspection!
of all his sister's falsehood and contrivance! the happiest, wisest, most reasonable
In a few minutes she was joined by Bingley, whose conference with her father
had been short and to the purpose.
"Where is your sister?" said he hastily, as he opened the door.
"With my mother up stairs. She will be down in a moment, I dare say."
He then shut the door, and, coming up to her, claimed the good wishes and affection
of a sister. Elizabeth honestly and heartily expressed her delight in the prospect
of their relationship. They shook hands with great cordiality; and then, till her
sister came down, she had to listen to all he had to say of his own happiness, and
of Jane's perfections; and in spite of his being a lover, Elizabeth really believed
all his expectations of felicity to be rationally founded, because they had for
basis the excellent understanding, and super-excellent disposition of Jane, and
a general similarity of feeling and taste between her and himself.
It was an evening of no common delight to them all; the satisfaction of Miss
Bennet's mind gave a glow of such sweet animation to her face, as made her look
handsomer than ever.
Kitty simpered and smiled, and hoped her turn was coming soon.
Mrs. Bennet could not give her consent or speak her approbation in terms warm
enough to satisfy her feelings, though she talked to Bingley of nothing else for
half an hour; and when Mr.
Bennet joined them at supper, his voice and manner plainly shewed how really
happy he was.
Not a word, however, passed his lips in allusion to it, till their visitor took
his leave for the night; but as soon as he was gone, he turned to his daughter,
and said, "Jane, I congratulate you. You will be a very happy woman."
Jane went to him instantly, kissed him, and thanked him for his goodness.
"You are a good girl;" he replied, "and I have great pleasure in thinking you
will be so happily settled. I have not a doubt of your doing very well together.
Your tempers are by no means unlike. You are each of you so complying, that nothing
will ever be resolved on; so easy, that every servant will cheat you; and so generous,
that you will always exceed your income."