Elizabeth passed the chief of the night in her sister’s room, and in the
morning had the pleasure of being able to send a tolerable answer to the
enquiries which she very early received from Mr. Bingley by a housemaid,
and some time afterwards from the two elegant ladies who waited on his
sisters. In spite of this amendment, however, she requested to have a note
sent to Longbourn, desiring her mother to visit Jane, and form her own
judgement of her situation. The note was immediately dispatched, and its
contents as quickly complied with. Mrs. Bennet, accompanied by her two
youngest girls, reached Netherfield soon after the family breakfast.🔗
Had she found Jane in any apparent danger, Mrs. Bennet would have been
very miserable; but being satisfied on seeing her that her illness was not
alarming, she had no wish of her recovering immediately, as her
restoration to health would probably remove her from Netherfield. She
would not listen, therefore, to her daughter’s proposal of being carried
home; neither did the apothecary, who arrived about the same time, think
it at all advisable. After sitting a little while with Jane, on Miss
Bingley’s appearance and invitation, the mother and three daughters all
attended her into the breakfast parlour. Bingley met them with hopes that
Mrs. Bennet had not found Miss Bennet worse than she expected.🔗
“Indeed I have, sir,” was her answer. “She is a great deal too ill to be
moved. Mr. Jones says we must not think of moving her. We must trespass a
little longer on your kindness.”🔗
“Removed!” cried Bingley. “It must not be thought of. My sister, I am
sure, will not hear of her removal.”🔗
“You may depend upon it, Madam,” said Miss Bingley, with cold civility,
“that Miss Bennet will receive every possible attention while she remains
with us.”🔗
Mrs. Bennet was profuse in her acknowledgments.🔗
“I am sure,” she added, “if it was not for such good friends I do not know
what would become of her, for she is very ill indeed, and suffers a vast
deal, though with the greatest patience in the world, which is always the
way with her, for she has, without exception, the sweetest temper I have
ever met with. I often tell my other girls they are nothing to her.
You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley, and a charming prospect over the
gravel walk. I do not know a place in the country that is equal to
Netherfield. You will not think of quitting it in a hurry, I hope, though
you have but a short lease.”🔗
“Whatever I do is done in a hurry,” replied he; “and therefore if I should
resolve to quit Netherfield, I should probably be off in five minutes. At
present, however, I consider myself as quite fixed here.”🔗
“That is exactly what I should have supposed of you,” said Elizabeth.🔗
“You begin to comprehend me, do you?” cried he, turning towards her.🔗
“Oh! yes—I understand you perfectly.”🔗
“I wish I might take this for a compliment; but to be so easily seen
through I am afraid is pitiful.”🔗
“That is as it happens. It does not follow that a deep, intricate
character is more or less estimable than such a one as yours.”🔗
“Lizzy,” cried her mother, “remember where you are, and do not run on in
the wild manner that you are suffered to do at home.”🔗
“I did not know before,” continued Bingley immediately, “that you were a
studier of character. It must be an amusing study.”🔗
“Yes, but intricate characters are the most amusing. They have at
least that advantage.”🔗
“The country,” said Darcy, “can in general supply but a few subjects for
such a study. In a country neighbourhood you move in a very confined and
unvarying society.”🔗
“But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be
observed in them for ever.”🔗
“Yes, indeed,” cried Mrs. Bennet, offended by his manner of mentioning a
country neighbourhood. “I assure you there is quite as much of that
going on in the country as in town.”🔗
Everybody was surprised, and Darcy, after looking at her for a moment,
turned silently away. Mrs. Bennet, who fancied she had gained a complete
victory over him, continued her triumph.🔗
“I cannot see that London has any great advantage over the country, for my
part, except the shops and public places. The country is a vast deal
pleasanter, is it not, Mr. Bingley?”🔗
“When I am in the country,” he replied, “I never wish to leave it; and
when I am in town it is pretty much the same. They have each their
advantages, and I can be equally happy in either.”🔗
“Aye—that is because you have the right disposition. But that
gentleman,” looking at Darcy, “seemed to think the country was nothing at
all.”🔗
“Indeed, Mamma, you are mistaken,” said Elizabeth, blushing for her
mother. “You quite mistook Mr. Darcy. He only meant that there was not
such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in the town,
which you must acknowledge to be true.”🔗
“Certainly, my dear, nobody said there were; but as to not meeting with
many people in this neighbourhood, I believe there are few neighbourhoods
larger. I know we dine with four-and-twenty families.”🔗
Nothing but concern for Elizabeth could enable Bingley to keep his
countenance. His sister was less delicate, and directed her eyes towards
Mr. Darcy with a very expressive smile. Elizabeth, for the sake of saying
something that might turn her mother’s thoughts, now asked her if
Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn since her coming away.🔗
“Yes, she called yesterday with her father. What an agreeable man Sir
William is, Mr. Bingley, is not he? So much the man of fashion! So genteel
and easy! He has always something to say to everybody. That is my
idea of good breeding; and those persons who fancy themselves very
important, and never open their mouths, quite mistake the matter.”🔗
“Did Charlotte dine with you?”🔗
“No, she would go home. I fancy she was wanted about the mince-pies. For
my part, Mr. Bingley, I always keep servants that can do their own work;
my daughters are brought up very differently. But everybody is to
judge for themselves, and the Lucases are a very good sort of girls, I
assure you. It is a pity they are not handsome! Not that I think Charlotte
so very plain—but then she is our particular friend.”🔗
“She seems a very pleasant young woman.”🔗
“Oh! dear, yes; but you must own she is very plain. Lady Lucas herself has
often said so, and envied me Jane’s beauty. I do not like to boast of my
own child, but to be sure, Jane—one does not often see anybody
better looking. It is what everybody says. I do not trust my own
partiality. When she was only fifteen, there was a man at my brother
Gardiner’s in town so much in love with her that my sister-in-law was sure
he would make her an offer before we came away. But, however, he did not.
Perhaps he thought her too young. However, he wrote some verses on her,
and very pretty they were.”🔗
“And so ended his affection,” said Elizabeth impatiently. “There has been
many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first
discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love!”🔗
“I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love,” said
Darcy.🔗
“Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is
strong already. But if it be only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am
convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.”🔗
Darcy only smiled; and the general pause which ensued made Elizabeth
tremble lest her mother should be exposing herself again. She longed to
speak, but could think of nothing to say; and after a short silence Mrs.
Bennet began repeating her thanks to Mr. Bingley for his kindness to Jane,
with an apology for troubling him also with Lizzy. Mr. Bingley was
unaffectedly civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be
civil also, and say what the occasion required. She performed her part
indeed without much graciousness, but Mrs. Bennet was satisfied, and soon
afterwards ordered her carriage. Upon this signal, the youngest of her
daughters put herself forward. The two girls had been whispering to each
other during the whole visit, and the result of it was, that the youngest
should tax Mr. Bingley with having promised on his first coming into the
country to give a ball at Netherfield.🔗
Lydia was a stout, well-grown girl of fifteen, with a fine complexion and
good-humoured countenance; a favourite with her mother, whose affection
had brought her into public at an early age. She had high animal spirits,
and a sort of natural self-consequence, which the attention of the
officers, to whom her uncle’s good dinners, and her own easy manners
recommended her, had increased into assurance. She was very equal,
therefore, to address Mr. Bingley on the subject of the ball, and abruptly
reminded him of his promise; adding, that it would be the most shameful
thing in the world if he did not keep it. His answer to this sudden attack
was delightful to their mother’s ear:🔗
“I am perfectly ready, I assure you, to keep my engagement; and when your
sister is recovered, you shall, if you please, name the very day of the
ball. But you would not wish to be dancing when she is ill.”🔗
Lydia declared herself satisfied. “Oh! yes—it would be much better
to wait till Jane was well, and by that time most likely Captain Carter
would be at Meryton again. And when you have given your ball,” she
added, “I shall insist on their giving one also. I shall tell Colonel
Forster it will be quite a shame if he does not.”🔗
Mrs. Bennet and her daughters then departed, and Elizabeth returned
instantly to Jane, leaving her own and her relations’ behaviour to the
remarks of the two ladies and Mr. Darcy; the latter of whom, however,
could not be prevailed on to join in their censure of her, in spite
of all Miss Bingley’s witticisms on fine eyes.🔗