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Mr. and Mrs. Bennet of Longbourn were very happy the day Elizabeth was born. They had lost a child before her and, unknown to them, were destined to lose three more before Mrs. Bennet's childbearing years were over. But the day of Elizabeth's birth was a celebration; Mrs. Bennet was a little disappointed that it was a girl, but surely a boy would come and then they would all be cared for after Mr. Bennet's death.
Mr. Bennet was quite happy with his daughter. As the years passed and no other children arrived, he was happy for the company and the intelligent conversation that his daughter provided.
Mrs. Bennet took many years to give up hope of giving birth to a son. The time and effort in the worrying took a great toll on her. She had always been known for her nervous complaints, but as time passed and no children joined Elizabeth, those complaints escalated.
Elizabeth became friends with Charlotte Lucas, who lived a few miles from Longbourn. Miss Lucas was a few years older than Elizabeth and having a few brothers and sisters, she envied Elizabeth for not only her looks and personality, but also her exclusive call on her parents' time. Miss Bennet envied Miss Lucas the companionship of siblings. Neither held their situation against the other, but shared stories and complaints of their own situations.
Miss Elizabeth Bennet was a happy young lady, with a quick wit and pleasant features. Not a striking beauty in the traditional sense, but by no means lacking in appearance. Many mothers of Meryton envied Mrs. Bennet her daughter for her looks and intelligence. These envious mothers were soon reminded that Elizabeth, being an only daughter of an entailed estate needed every advantage she could lay claim to if she was to ensure her own and her mother's security. This realisation was not enough to lead the women to pity; they still felt the sting every time Elizabeth was asked to dance and their daughters lined the walls of the assembly rooms.
For twenty years (the last four of which Mrs. Bennet was attempting to marry Elizabeth to any man of moderate income), Elizabeth Bennet was happy. Her father saw to her education in the areas of books and many fields that are not usually the domain of women, and her mother did all she could to ensure that Elizabeth knew how to catch a husband.
"Mr. Bennet!" his wife cried as she entered the room. "I have such news! Now where is Elizabeth? This news will effect her, too." She looked around the room as though searching for her daughter, who would materialise out of the walls at any moment.
"My Dear," Mr. Bennet spoke as he carefully placed a bookmark to hold his place as he could feel the same discussion coming that came every time Mrs. Bennet could not find their daughter. "Elizabeth is walking and will be back soon." Under his breath he added, "She promised to be home before you."
"She is always walking or reading. How is she going to catch herself a husband while she passes so much time in these pursuits? I declare, she will be the death of me, or worse you. And should she not be married, what will become of her, of ME?" Completing her monologue, Mrs. Bennet collapsed, in a very practised way, into a chair with one arm above her eyes.
"Mrs. Bennet, I do not believe that 'catching a husband' is what our daughter seeks. She has a good mind and I am certain she will meet a very good man and then all will be well." Mr. Bennet's answer was very much the same as he always said. He tried for a while, about a year ago, to comfort his wife, reassuring her that Elizabeth would catch a good husband, but this did nothing and Mrs. Bennet's nerves were further affected because her husband agreed with her worries. "Besides, Mrs. Bennet, you have news and I am sure you wish to share it."
Quickly recovering her nerves, Mrs. Bennet sat up straight in her chair and was about to speak as Elizabeth entered the room, face flushed from exercise, a smile on her face, and a daisy in her hand.
As soon as she could see her father's face, Elizabeth knew her mother must have just completed her oft-repeated "Elizabeth Needs to Catch a Husband" speech; Elizabeth knew this one as well as her father did. Elizabeth slowed her walk to a dignified pace as she crossed the room.
"Good day, Mama, Papa. Mama, I trust you had a nice visit with Mrs. Long."
"Yes. Yes, I did," Mrs. Bennet said rather impatiently. "I was just telling your father that you would benefit from visiting rather than walking out alone. Visiting is the only way to...."
"Mrs. Bennet," Her husband interrupted, "You were speaking of some news, and as Elizabeth is now present, you can tell us both as you intended."
Elizabeth sat down as she knew that news could not be told briefly. "Indeed Mr. Bennet, I have it from Mrs. Long, who was informed by... well, I am not sure who told her, but Netherfield park is let. A young man of large fortune and he is to be in possession by Michaelmas and some of his servants are to be in the house this very week!" Mrs. Bennet gave a self-satisfied smile, believing her husband and daughter must understand the implications of this statement.
Unfortunately for Mrs. Bennet, either her husband's mind did not follow her logic, or he chose to tease his wife. "And what is his name?"
"Bingley."
With a wicked glint in his eye aimed towards his daughter, Mr. Bennet continued to reel in his catch. "Is he married or single?"
"Oh, single of course, Mr. Bennet. A single man of large fortune, four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our Elizabeth."
Elizabeth sank a little in her chair, not wanting to be the means of her father's jest but not able to prevent it without turning her mother's attention to herself, she could only listen helplessly as her father continued. "How is that a fine thing for Elizabeth? I do not know how this can affect her."
"My dear Mr. Bennet, how can you be so tiresome and care so little for your only child? You must know that I am thinking of his marrying her."
"Mama!" Elizabeth gasped at her mother. Though she knew this to be her mother's thoughts, she did not wish them to be voiced. Now the damage was done and Mrs. Bennet's attention was turned.
"Elizabeth, you would do very well to accompany me to Meryton on the morrow that we may purchase some ribbons and lace." Elizabeth sat horror struck, looking towards her smirking father, pleading with her eyes for him to assist her. It was clear he would not and then her mother turned on Mr. Bennet again. "And my dear you must call on him as soon as he arrives."
"I see no occasion for that. You and Elizabeth may go, or send her by herself--that may be better. I will write a short note informing him that Elizabeth is single and unengaged and I would be quite happy to discuss terms with him at any time."
"Mr. Bennet!" his wife screeched with not a little indignation "I desire you do no such thing. You have no compassion for my nerves. Come now, Elizabeth, we must go and decide how you will be able to meet Mr. Bingley and select your best gown for the first assembly after he arrives."
With no other choice, Elizabeth stood and was ushered out of the library by her mother, much to the amusement of her father, who as a parting comment whispered to his daughter, "Be grateful for your walk this morning Elizabeth, you may not be able to walk out alone again for some time."
Sitting at the dinner table, Mr. Bennet addressed his daughter. "Elizabeth, when is the next assembly?"
A little confused, she looked at her father and answered "In a little over a week, sir."
"I see. And have you chosen a gown for the occasion?" This line of questioning had Mrs. Bennet interested, but as yet she was still too angry with her husbands decision not to call on Mr. Bingley (who had arrived two days earlier and she was sure Sir William Lucas would have called by now) to make any comment yet so contented herself with telling Elizabeth to sit up straight at the dinner table.
"No, Papa, I have not decided on a gown as yet."
"I had thought you and your mother would have chosen one to impress Mr. Bingley, for he has arrived at Netherfield."
Mrs. Bennet could no longer resist the urge to answer her husband. "It does not signify what Elizabeth wears for we are not to know him. I care nothing for Mr. Bingley."
"I am sorry you feel that way. If I had known sooner, I would not have called on him."
"You have called on him!" Mrs. Bennet dropped her fork to her plate as she spoke. "You are so good to your daughter. Now Elizabeth can dance with Mr. Bingley. Quickly, Elizabeth, we must go now and select your gown. Perhaps the blue one, or maybe the yellow." Mrs. Bennet's voice faded as she left the dining room towards Elizabeth's closet, leaving Elizabeth and her father to their dinner.
At every turn, Elizabeth found her mother with a new piece of advice. "Curb your tongue when you speak with Mr. Bingley for he is not accustomed to your manner," or "Be sure to smile whenever he looks in your direction, he will not find a prettier girl in all Meryton if you would just smile," or even "Do not run about and spend the entire assembly in Charlotte Lucas' company. Though you compare favourably, it will do you no good to always have a companion."
After three days of this, Elizabeth decided to brave the dirt and walk. The day previous, Mrs. Bennet had told Elizabeth that she needed a new ribbon for her hair and that a maid should be sent to collect it. Elizabeth decided to spare the maid the walk and go herself. She did not fear her mothers reprisals, for though she would express them, Mr. Bingley was in town collecting his party so Elizabeth had this knowledge as her defence against any remarks her mother would make.
Throughout Meryton, all Elizabeth heard were rumours about the size of the party to attend with Mr. Bingley, the number of ladies and gentlemen, their relationship to himself and their incomes. Such talk as this was only a little better than the lectures she was subjected to at home.
On two further occasions, Elizabeth was able to escape the house to run errands for her mother. On each of these she heard more rumours as to Mr. Bingley's party. At first it was to be made up of over a dozen persons, then eight people and when Mr. Bingley finally arrived at the assembly, he was of a party of only five. His two sisters, the husband of the eldest - a Mr. Hurst - and Mr. Darcy, a friend of Mr. Bingley's.
On the entrance of the party from Netherfield, all voices stopped and all faces turned to face those who had entered.
Mr. Bingley was quite a handsome man. He did not stand as tall as his friend but his eager smile and cheerful voice (heard when Sir William Lucas greeted him) along with rumours of his five thousand a year, made him an instant favourite with all of the ladies in the room, single daughters and their mothers alike.
Mr. Hurst quickly found his way to the refreshments and it appeared that he had little plan of moving from the chair for the entire evening. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley looked about the room, clearly showing on their faces their opinion that the society they had just encountered was of little more value to them than the mud on their shoes.
Mr. Darcy was tall, with dark hair and was very well dressed. While Mr. Bingley's cheerful behaviour ensured the entire room thought him a handsome gentleman, Mr. Darcy was undeniably handsome on sight. His attitude to the residents of the neighbourhood was less than cheerful. He was civil to Sir William Lucas when he was introduced by Mr. Bingley, and he was civil to any other gentleman who came to renew their brief acquaintance with Mr. Bingley, but Mr. Darcy was no more than civil. His manners could not be faulted but it was clear that he did not intend to become acquainted with any person in the room.
Sir William Lucas introduced Mr. Bingley to Lady Lucas and Charlotte. Mr. Bingley immediately asked for Charlotte's hand for the next dance. Until that dance was to begin (as one had just started) Sir William introduced Mr. Bingley to Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth.
Mr. Bingley was charming in the face of Mrs. Bennet's obvious comments and innuendo about her daughter's potential as a wife, and, he requested Elizabeth's hand for the dance after that he was to dance with Charlotte.
Mr. Bingley danced five dances with five different ladies. He appeared not to distinguish any lady more than the others but he did notice his friend standing about after only dancing twice, once with Mrs. Hurst and once with Miss Bingley.
After the dance finished, Mr. Bingley walked to his friend and addressed him "Come, Darcy, I must have you dance."
"I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner. Your sisters are engaged at present and there is not another woman in the room who it would not be a punishment to stand up with."
What neither gentleman realised was they were standing less than two metres from Elizabeth who, due to the scarcity of gentlemen, was sitting out this dance. She could not avoid hearing every word of their discussion, and as she was quite the observer of character, would not miss this opportunity to gain some insight into her new neighbour and his friend.
"I have never met with so many pleasant girls in my life. There are several who are uncommonly pretty." Bingley said as he glanced around the room. Finally seeing Elizabeth (who was facing the other way) he decided it was time to have his friend dance. "Look there, Darcy, Miss Bennet is quite pretty and I found her dancing to be quite good. I am sure Sir William would be happy to make the required introductions."
"Which girl do you mean?" turning around he saw Elizabeth's profile, "She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; I am in no humour to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had best return to the dancing, you are wasting your time with me."
Mr. Bingley followed the advice of his friend and returned to dance with Mrs. Long's eldest niece. Elizabeth had a clear picture of each gentleman's character in her mind and was not slow in standing, moving past Mr. Darcy, and towards Charlotte Lucas, in whom she found a confidante and friendly ear for the conversation she had just heard.
Mr. Darcy stood a little removed from his party for the rest of the evening. He surveyed his surroundings, clearly not happy to be in the room, and then moved from the doorway to a small window where he could clearly watch the occupants of the room, or the trees outside. It did not seem to matter to him which he watched. He was soon joined at the window by Mr. Bingley's sisters, Miss Bingley standing very close to him and gesturing with such familiarity that all the daughters of Meryton were certain they would soon be engaged. This realisation did not bother them; though Mr. Darcy was rich, he did not dance and did not smile and these traits were essential in a prospective husband.
Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth passed a pleasant evening and returned to Longbourn to report all the details to Mr. Bennet. While Mrs. Bennet spent her time informing her husband of the lace and ribbons that adorned Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley, and reciting Mr. Bingley's dance card, Elizabeth gave her opinions of the characters of Mr. Bingley and his party. She did not give details of what she had heard Mr. Darcy say, but when Mrs. Bennet informed her husband that Elizabeth was snubbed by Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth gave her father to understand that she did not much like him either.
The day following the assembly brought Charlotte Lucas to Longbourn. As Elizabeth had no sisters, and her mother spoke only of lace and marriage prospects, Elizabeth had only her own thoughts about the dance and nobody to compare them with. It was quite a tradition that after each ball either Charlotte would call on Elizabeth or Elizabeth on Charlotte. Charlotte was the elder sister Elizabeth didn't have. Although their opinions and views differed greatly, Charlotte and Elizabeth were as close as if they were sisters.
Immediately on seeing Charlotte walking toward the house, Elizabeth put her embroidery away and prepared to escape into the grounds as soon as possible. Charlotte entered the room without any formality and found Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet in almost complete silence.
Mrs. Bennet had begun the day speaking about Mr. Bingley and how Elizabeth needed to do all in her power to convince him that she would be the best wife he could find. Mrs. Bennet's advice ranged from flirtatious remarks and actions to near slander of the other young ladies (and their connections) of the area. The current silence ensued after Elizabeth told her mother that she did not believe that insulting her friends and pushing propriety to the limits was the way to find a lasting and happy marriage. Clearly mother and daughter did not agree on this topic - as is the case for many others - so both were silent.
"Good Morning, Charlotte." Mrs. Bennet greeted her neighbour.
"Good day, Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth."
Before her mother could speak, Elizabeth did. "Mama, I believe that lace you require would be in Meryton. I will walk to Meryton, if you wish, and collect it".
Mrs. Bennet was torn between her need for company and the wish for that lace so that her own appearance would not disgrace her daughter in Mr. Bingley's eyes.
"Yes, yes, Elizabeth. I need that lace before we next meet Mr. Bingley, and collect more smelling salts."
"Yes, Mama."
"Good day, Mrs. Bennet" Charlotte farewelled Mrs. Bennet as the ladies left, collecting their bonnets and gloves and walked toward Meryton.
"So, Elizabeth, What is you opinion of Mr. Bingley?"
"He is handsome and sweet, but would not do at all for me; he smiles too much."
"Elizabeth Bennet!" Her companion chastised. "Do not let your mama hear you speak so."
"Indeed not." Both ladies laughed. "And what did you think of the party from Netherfield, Charlotte?"
"I believe you are quite correct, Mr. Bingley seems quite a good sort of man but his friend was less disposed to please."
"Indeed," Elizabeth agreed.
"But perhaps," Charlotte continued, "We should overlook his offences as he is single and quite wealthy. He would do you quite a lot of good, Elizabeth."
"Oh Charlotte," Elizabeth sighed, "Perhaps we had best not speak about this, for we shall never agree on what to seek in a marriage partner."
"No, Elizabeth, I do not believe we shall agree. Perhaps you are correct, but as for Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, I believe we shall be in complete agreement."
"You do?"
"Indeed I do, dear Eliza, I know you well enough to know your thoughts on those fine ladies and their clothes and hair and condescending attitude."
"Oh, Charlotte," Elizabeth said in a toffy voice, "I do not know what you could mean." They both laughed and the conversation turned to the more mundane matters of Meryton including the impending arrival of a regiment of soldiers.
Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth were an exception, but not for the same reasons. Mrs. Bennet was not going to throw her daughter at a mere colonel when Mr. Bingley with his five thousand a year (and likely more) was in the neighbourhood, and it was well known that Elizabeth was the prettiest girl in the area.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, was not throwing herself at any young man for, despite her small dowry (though more than if she had sisters), she only intended to marry for love.
The addition of the regiment to the neighbourhood was not unwelcome to Elizabeth. Though there were four and twenty families to study, the addition of officers gave her many more subjects for her pastime of character sketching.
Not long after the arrival of the regiment, Sir William Lucas decided that it was time to host a party for friends at Lucas Lodge.
Mrs. Bennet was delighted, as she always was, when Sir William personally invited the Bennet family to attend the party, and her raptures could barely be contained when she was told that he was to call at Netherfield to invite the occupants of that house next. Two things in this statement caused the happiness in Mrs. Bennet. The first, and most obvious, being that Mr. Bingley and his friend (Mrs. Bennet had not totally given up hope with him yet) would be likely to attend. The second, less obvious, being that the Bennets were invited personally by the host even before the Netherfield party had the same courtesy.
When Mrs. Bennet and her daughter arrived at Lucas Lodge (Mr. Bennet rarely attended these gathering as the call of the library was far more appealing) the elder woman quickly scanned the room, not pausing at the redcoats as most ladies did, but stopping when her eyes spied the rich, handsome man in a blue coat.
Mrs. Bennet all but dragged her daughter across the room to Mr. Bingley. Seeing them approach, and not being against renewing an acquaintance with Miss Bennet (oh, and her mother of course), Mr. Bingley stepped forward.
"Good evening, Mrs. Bennet, Miss Bennet." Both Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy bowed formally, but it was only the former who spoke. Elizabeth curtseyed while Mrs. Bennet made a sort of curtsey movement as she addressed Mr. Bingley.
"Good evening, Mr. Bingley." She nodded towards Mr. Darcy but did not specifically address him.
Mr. Bingley quickly obtained Miss Bennet's hand for the next dance and escorted her to where a small number of couples had begun an impromptu dance. Mr. Darcy, who had been left alone as Mrs. Bennet walked toward her other acquaintance, watched the dance progress, torn between concern over his friend's behaviour and jealousy (where did that come from?) of his friends ability to touch Elizabeth Bennet. It was from this reverie that he was dragged by the voice of Sir William.
"What a charming amusement for young people."
"Excuse me?"
"It seems you are quite distracted, Mr. Darcy," Sir William chuckled, "I was just observing the pleasant display of fine dancing occurring before our eyes. If I am not much mistaken it is what you too were observing." Darcy had nothing to say to this. The dance ended and Bingley escorted Elizabeth to the side, very near to where Sir William and Darcy were standing. Sir William decided to perform a gallant task.
"Mr. Darcy, allow me to present Miss Bennet as a dance partner. I am sure you would not refuse to dance when so much beauty is before you." Sir William did not wait for an answer, but stepped toward Elizabeth, took her hand and led her toward Mr. Darcy.
In this second, a number of things went through Mr. Darcy's head. As much as he would like to dance with Miss Bennet, this was not the place he would wish it to happen. Then there was the problem of his growing attachment for this lady who was so far below his station in life. As a gentleman, he saw no way out of dancing with Miss Bennet, and as a man he was a little glad of it.
Elizabeth had an idea that Sir William was offering her as a dance partner, this would not be the first time this occurred, and usually the gentleman was just a neighbour's visiting relative. As Elizabeth turned, she saw to whom she would be presented. It was in situations such as this that Elizabeth's good manners were brought to the fore. Rather than shriek or run, she stood tall and looked Mr. Darcy in the eyes, almost challenging him. All the while she was attempting to think of some excuse not to stand up with him. Attempting to find an excuse was not easy, as Elizabeth enjoyed to dance so rarely needed to excuse herself.
"Miss Bennet, would you do me the honour of dancing the next with me?"
"I had not. I did not.."
"Come, come, Miss Elizabeth," Sir William broke in. "Surely you cannot to refuse to dance when Mr. Darcy is willing although he dislikes the amusement so."
"Sir William, I had not intended...that is I did not intend..."
At this point, Charlotte came to inform her father that supper would be served in less than five minutes. Both Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were relieved to hear this. Elizabeth to save her the need of an excuse and Mr. Darcy to save the humiliation of dancing with a partner who clearly did not wish it.
And so the party at Lucas Lodge was declared a pleasant way to spend an evening by nearly all who attended.
Over the following two weeks, the party from Netherfield encountered those from Longbourn on a number of occasions. Early in the acquaintance, Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst distinguished Miss Bennet with their particular attentions. It would not do to come into a neighbourhood and not befriend any local young ladies and Miss Bennet seemed by far the most appropriate young lady in the area.
As time went by, Miss Bingley began to question her choice of 'friend'. Miss Bennet did not smile and agree with opinions given to her by her betters (such as Miss Bingley and Mr. Darcy) and she was so impertinent as to express her own opinions on many topics. These were not even the worst aspects of Miss Bennet's character. By far, her greatest fault to Miss Bingley's assessment, was the admiration and attention Elizabeth Bennet received from Mr. Darcy. So within two weeks all appearance of friendship were dropped and Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst kept each others' company and counsel.
Over the weeks that saw the dissolution of Miss Bingley's 'friendship' with Miss Bennet, two events occurred that affected Mrs. Bennet and her plans greatly.
The first was the marriage of Colonel Forster. Though Mrs. Bennet did not wish this match for her daughter, Elizabeth had a little money to be settled on her in the future, but the marriage of one eligible man led to many eligible females redirecting their attentions, and in this case it was in the direction of Mr. Bingley.
The second occurrence was the arrival of Mr. William Collins to Longbourn. Mr. Collins' intention to visit was announced in the form of a letter to his cousin, Mr. Bennet.
The letter amused father and daughter greatly. Mr. Collins began his letter with compliments and overtures of friendship and reconciliation. He alluded to the concept of 'creating a bond to overcome all breaches' that exist between his cousin's family and his own. Mr. Collins proposed a visit to discuss this further.
Mr. Bennet wrote, accepting the offered visit and in due time Mr. Collins arrived.
At first, it appeared to Mrs. Bennet that her husband's cousin surveyed the house, furnishings and woods as if they were already his own. It always vexed Mrs. Bennet to know that her daughter would not be mistress of Longbourn unless...
Her dowry would be five thousand pounds, but if she were a son she would have Longbourn too.
Mr. Collins' compliments soon wore Mrs. Bennet down and she accepted his obvious pleasure and compliments as compliments to her good housekeeping and not congratulations to himself for what will be his.
The first dinner with his cousin present was immensely entertaining for both Mr. Bennet and his daughter. Without being aware of it, Mr. Collins put on quite a show of his naiveté and stupidity. Every meal thereafter continued a similar display, but this soon tired Elizabeth. She could only laugh at the expense of her cousin for so long before she felt sorry for him.
Elizabeth began to pay Mr. Collins some attention, almost as self imposed penance for laughing at him, until it became clear that his intentions toward her leaned toward matrimony.
When this realisation struck Mrs. Bennet, she was not sure how to react. Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley were in the neighbourhood and neither appeared to be distinguishing any lady from the others. On the other hand, Mr. Collins' situation was not bad, a clergyman who will inherit Longbourn. Not wanting to discourage Mr. Collins, but not commit Elizabeth yet, Mrs. Bennet began treading a narrow line with Mr. Collins.
A little over a week after Mr. Collins' arrival, Elizabeth had the need to walk to Meryton. Mr. Collins decided that it was not right for a young lady, such as Miss Bennet, to walk on her own, so he decided to accompany her on her walk.
Quickly informing a maid that she would be required to accompany them, the three of them left in the direction of the village.
Mr. Collins had very little respect for servants. Perhaps this was due to his father's influence or his own sense of self-importance, or perhaps it was fear that without his noble patroness Mr. Collins would himself be a servant. His attitude made for a quiet walk.
Though Elizabeth would happily chat with her maid as she walked, Mr. Collins informed the girl very early in the walk (actually when Elizabeth was collecting her bonnet) that "a servant's place is at least five paces behind her mistress at all times, but never out of sight." So Sally walked behind, imagining the conversation her mistress would begin that night.
Having little wish to speak with Mr. Collins (for fear she may be rude), Elizabeth walked quickly and it was a breathless Mr. Collins who walked behind Elizabeth into Meryton.
Immediately on arriving, Lt. Sanderson saw Elizabeth. He had been in London and was accompanied by a tall, handsome gentleman. Sanderson led his friend across the road to Miss Bennet.
After the introductions were made, Elizabeth, Sanderson, and Mr. Wickham fell into an easy, polite conversation. Sally stood beside Elizabeth and Mr. Collins attempted to stand in a way that showed his superior claim to his cousin's attention and hand. Elizabeth was facing the road while Sanderson and Wickham stood with their backs to the road, as they explained how Mr. Wickham was soon to be Lt. Wickham of Col. Forster's regiment, when Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley approached on horseback. They slowed and dismounted.
'Well,' Elizabeth thought, 'It seems quite the place to be.' She looked at Mr. Darcy in time to see his face lose all colour and he barely acknowledged the dip of the hat Mr. Wickham made in his direction. Mr. Darcy bowed in Elizabeth's direction and stepped back to mount his horse. The message was clear: Mr. Darcy did not wish to speak with Mr. Wickham.
Analyzing and hypothesizing, Elizabeth barely attended the conversation, she bid polite adieus and left in the direction of the milliner's, hoping Mr. Collins would return to Longbourn. Instead, he began to preach, beginning at sins associated with vanity ("not for your benefit, my dear cousin, more for hers"--he indicated Sally as he spoke) and somehow ending with the holy state of matrimony and how all people of age with the means should show their devotion to God through marriage "but perhaps I had best be silent on this at present."
"Excuse me, Mr. Collins, I have some ribbons to collect." Elizabeth and Sally quickly moved to the back of the shop.
All three made it back to Longbourn with time for Elizabeth to prepare for attending a small party at her Aunt Phillips' and Mr. Collins time to catch his breath after the walk so that he could attend his cousin to her aunts.
Colonel Forster led the group of officers, his young wife at his side. Behind him walked Lt. Denny, Lt. Sanderson, Lt. Smith and a fourth, Lt. Wickham.
"Charlotte," Elizabeth addressed her friend as she noticed Lt. Wickham, "Have you met the new officer?"
"No, but I had heard that a new officer joined the regiment today."
Further discussion between the young ladies was prevented by the approach of Lt. Denny and Lt. Wickham.
"Miss Bennet, Miss Lucas, may I present Lt. Wickham."
Curtsies and bows were exchanged as Wickham corrected his friend, "I was fortunate enough to meet Miss Bennet earlier, but I am glad to see you again, good day Miss Lucas." Elizabeth and Wickham fell into easy conversation as Charlotte and Lt. Denny were claimed by a younger Miss Lucas to play cards. They moved to a pair of sofas to chat.
Elizabeth was so comfortable speaking with the open mannered, handsome Lt. Wickham and the conversation quickly progressed beyond the normal civilities. Elizabeth had all but forgotten Darcy's earlier reaction to Wickham's presence.
"...and I understand that an estate near your own is recently let."
"Indeed, you are correct. Mr. Bingley has taken it and is currently in residence with some family and friends."
"I do not recall meeting the gentleman; is he here tonight?"
Laughing a little, "I do not doubt that Mr. Bingley would be pleasant company, I encourage you to make his acquaintance, but I think the company assembled here is below the notice of Mr. Darcy."
"Mr. Darcy?"
"Yes, that is Mr. Bingley's friend, but I do not believe you will see him here on any occasion."
"How long has Mr. Darcy been in the neighbourhood?"
"About a month," said Elizabeth; and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added, "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand."
"Yes," replied Mr. Wickham, "His estate there is a noble one. A clear ten thousand per annum. You could not have met with a person more capable of giving you certain information on that head than myself, for I have been connected with his family in a particular manner from my infancy."
Elizabeth could not but look surprised.
"You may well be surprised, Miss Bennet, at such an assertion, after seeing, as you probably might, the very cold manner of our meeting yesterday. Are you much acquainted with Mr. Darcy?"
"A little," replied Elizabeth.
"I have no right to give MY opinion," said Wickham, "as to his being agreeable or otherwise. I am not qualified to form one. I have known him too long and too well to be a fair judge. It is impossible for ME to be impartial. But I believe a negative opinion of him would, in general, astonish."
"Indeed? He is not at all liked in Hertfordshire. Everybody is disgusted with his pride. You will not find him more favourably spoken of by any one."
"I cannot pretend to be sorry," said Wickham, after a short interruption, "that he or that any man should not be estimated beyond their deserts; but with HIM I believe it does not often happen. The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chooses to be seen."
"I wonder," said he, at the next opportunity of speaking, "whether he is likely to be in this county much longer."
"I do not at all know, but I heard nothing of his going away when I was last in company with the party from Netherfield. I hope your plans in favour of the ----shire will not be affected by his being in the neighbourhood."
"Oh! no--it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms, and it always gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason for avoiding him but what I might proclaim before all the world, a sense of very great ill-usage, and most painful regrets at his being what he is. His father, Miss Bennet, the late Mr. Darcy, was one of the best men that ever breathed, and the truest friend I ever had; I can never be in company with this Mr. Darcy without being grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections. His behaviour to myself has been scandalous; but I verily believe I could forgive him anything and everything, rather than his disappointing the hopes and disgracing the memory of his father."
Elizabeth found the interest of the subject increase, she knew not what to believe; she did not particularly like Mr. Darcy, but she was not certain of Mr. Wickham either.
Mr. Wickham began to speak on more general topics: Meryton, the neighbourhood, the society, appearing highly pleased with all that he had yet seen, and speaking of the latter with gentle but very intelligible gallantry.
"It was the prospect of constant society, and good society," he added, "which was my chief inducement to enter the ----shire. I knew it to be a most respectable, agreeable corps, and my friend Denny tempted me further by his account of their present quarters, and the very great attentions and excellent acquaintances Meryton had procured them. Society, I own, is necessary to me. I have been a disappointed man, and my spirits will not bear solitude. I must have employment and society. A military life is not what I was intended for, but circumstances have now made it eligible. The church ought to have been my profession-- I was brought up for the church, and I should at this time have been in possession of a most valuable living, had it pleased the gentleman we were speaking of just now."
"Indeed?"
"Yes--the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of the best living in his gift. He was my godfather, and excessively attached to me. I cannot do justice to his kindness. He meant to provide for me amply, and thought he had done it; but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere.
"There was just such an informality in the terms of the bequest as to give me no hope from law. A man of honour could not have doubted the intention, but Mr. Darcy chose to doubt it-- or to treat it as a merely conditional recommendation, and to assert that I had forfeited all claim to it by extravagance, imprudence-- in short anything or nothing. Certain it is, that the living became vacant two years ago, exactly as I was of an age to hold it, and that it was given to another man; and no less certain is it, that I cannot accuse myself of having really done anything to deserve to lose it. I have a warm, unguarded temper, and I may have spoken my opinion of him, and to him, too freely. I can recall nothing worse. But the fact is, that we are very different sort of men, and that he hates me."
"This is quite shocking! Any person guilty of what you say deserves to be publicly disgraced." Elizabeth said.
"Some time or other he WILL be-- but it shall not be by ME. Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose HIM."
"But what," said she, after a pause, "can have been his motive? What can have induced him to behave so cruelly?"
"A thorough, determined dislike of me--a dislike which I cannot but attribute in some measure to jealousy. Had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less, his son might have borne with me better; but his father's uncommon attachment to me irritated him, I believe, very early in life. He had not a temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood--the sort of preference which was often given me."
"What sort of girl is Miss Darcy?" Elizabeth decided it was time to move the topic on.
He shook his head. "I wish I could call her amiable. It gives me pain to speak ill of a Darcy. But she is too much like her brother-- very, very proud. As a child, she was affectionate and pleasing, and extremely fond of me; and I have devoted hours and hours to her amusement. But she is nothing to me now. She is a handsome girl, about fifteen or sixteen, and, I understand, highly accomplished. Since her father's death, her home has been London, where a lady lives with her, and superintends her education."
The whist party soon afterwards breaking up, the players gathered round the other table and Mr. Collins took his station between his cousin Elizabeth and Mrs. Phillips. The usual inquiries as to his success was made by the latter. It had not been very great; he had lost every point; but when Mrs. Phillips began to express her concern thereupon, he assured her with much earnest gravity that it was not of the least importance, that he considered the money as a mere trifle, and begged that she would not make herself uneasy.
"I know very well, madam," said he, "that when persons sit down to a card table, they must take their chances of these things, and happily I am not in such circumstances as to make five shillings any object. There are undoubtedly many who could not say the same, but thanks to Lady Catherine de Bourgh, I am removed far beyond the necessity of regarding little matters." Mr. Collins leered meaningful at Elizabeth.
Mr. Wickham's attention was caught; and after observing Mr. Collins for a few moments, he asked Elizabeth in a low voice whether her relation was very intimately acquainted with the family of de Bourgh.
"Lady Catherine de Bourgh," she replied, "has very lately given him a living. I hardly know how Mr. Collins was first introduced to her notice, but he certainly has not known her long."
"You know of course that Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Lady Anne Darcy were sisters; consequently that she is aunt to the present Mr. Darcy."
"No, indeed, I did not. I knew nothing at all of Lady Catherine's connections. I never heard of her existence till the day Mr. Collins arrived."
"Her daughter, Miss de Bourgh, will have a very large fortune, and it is believed that she and her cousin will unite the two estates."
This information made Elizabeth smile, as she thought of poor Miss Bingley. Vain indeed must be all her attentions, useless her professed affection for his sister and her praise of himself, if he were already self-destined for another.
"Mr. Collins," said she, "speaks highly both of Lady Catherine and her daughter; but from some particulars that he has related of her ladyship, I suspect his gratitude misleads him, and that in spite of her being his patroness, she is an arrogant, conceited woman."
"I believe her to be both in a great degree," replied Wickham; "I have not seen her for many years, but I very well remember that I never liked her, and that her manners were dictatorial. She has the reputation of being remarkably sensible and clever, but I rather believe she derives part of her abilities from her rank and fortune, part from her authoritative manner, and the rest from the pride for her nephew, who chooses that every one connected with him should have an understanding of the first class."
Elizabeth and Mr. Wickham continued talking together till supper put an end to cards, and gave the rest of the ladies their share of Mr. Wickham's attentions. There could be no conversation in the noise of Mrs. Phillips' supper party, but his manners recommended him to everybody. Whatever he said, was said well; and whatever he did, done gracefully.
Unfortunately for Elizabeth, she had little opportunity to sit and contemplate the two men, nor could she discuss her opinions with Charlotte as Elizabeth had a shadow whenever she was outside her rooms.
Mr. Collins had arrived at Longbourn with the intention of deciding if Miss Bennet would be suitable as mistress of Hunsford parsonage, and later the mistress of Longbourn. On arriving, he was not disappointed. Mr. Collins had been paying his cousin all the attention he could and had even hinted at his intentions to Mr. and Mrs. Bennet on various occasions.
Mrs. Bennet's response to Mr. Collins' hints were encouraging but not definitive. Mr. Bennet seemed to miss the subtle hints, 'but' Mr. Collins thought to himself, 'I will just need to be less subtle, not all are as able as I am to understand and observe subtleties. I am certain he can have no objections to the marriage, it can only be a matter of selecting the date now.'
It was as Elizabeth wandered around the garden in front of the house (always in full view of the morning room her mother occupied) that Mr. Bingley and his sister arrived. Mrs. Bennet sent a maid to bring Miss Bennet and her shadow (Mrs. Bennet called him Mr. Collins) in. Mrs. Bennet was not going to miss an opportunity to thrust Elizabeth into Mr. Bingley's company.
Mr. Collins entered the room a few minutes before his cousin as she had insisted she could divest herself of bonnet, gloves and jacket without his assistance. By the time Elizabeth did enter the room, Mr. Collins had just finished greeting and complimenting Mr. and Miss Bingley. - perhaps he finished because Elizabeth entered the room.
Mr. Collins moved to the door and attempted to take Elizabeth's arm to bring her into the room to greet the guests. Elizabeth deftly avoided his attempt to latch onto her arm as she greeted Mr. Bingley and his sister.
Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth, Mr. Collins and the Bingleys sat down. Mrs. Bennet rang for tea and attempted to make small talk with Miss Bingley and Mr. Collins in order that Mr. Bingley and Elizabeth could talk.
The tea things arrived and, much to Mrs. Bennet's disappointment, Mr. Bingley addressed the lady of the house.
"Mrs. Bennet, Caroline and I would like to invite you and your family to a ball to be held at Netherfield on November 26."
He gave his sister a significant look and Miss Bingley handed the invitation to Mrs. Bennet as Mr. Collins shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "The invitation includes your guest as well Mrs. Bennet." Miss Bingley added tartly.
Even before Mrs. Bennet could respond, Mr. Collins spoke, primarily to Mr. and Miss Bingley. "Mr. Bingley, Miss Bingley," Mr. Collins performed a funny sort of half bow as he made these addresses. "I am much obliged for your kind invitation, which is, no doubt, a compliment to my noble patroness, lady Catherine de Bourgh of Rosings Park. I most graciously and humbly accept your invitation as, I am sure, a private ball of this nature, given by a gentleman, such as yourself," another half bow, "for respectable, honourable families of the area can lead to no objections by my bishop or patroness. I would like to take this opportunity" he swung to face Elizabeth "to solicit your hand, cousin Elizabeth, for the first two dances." He smiled quite suggestively, first at Elizabeth and then at all assembled.
Mr. Bingley did not know where to look. Miss Bingley could barely contain her laughter. Mrs. Bennet had her mouth open, trying her best to think of a way to refuse on behalf of her daughter. Elizabeth was in an awkward position and felt every bit of it. There was no way to refuse the request, but the manner in which it was made and in such company, the request was quite inappropriate.
"Thank you, Mr. Collins." Elizabeth said quietly, accepting the invitation while attempting to discourage any further comments from Mr. Collins. "Miss Bingley," Elizabeth continued quickly, "are the sunflowers opening in the front garden at Netherfield? I recall last year; they gave quite a display."
Caroline near choked on her tea at being addressed so. Mr. Bingley answered the inquiry that showed Miss Bennet to be quite able to steer a social conversation.
Elizabeth and Mr. Bingley primarily carried the conversation for the rest of the visit. Mrs. Bennet added comments whenever she could show Elizabeth's virtues, Mr. Collins often agreed in an attempt to demonstrate his prior knowledge and superior claim to Elizabeth, and Miss Bingley only contributed to the conversation when she thought she could demonstrate Mr. Collins' stupidity and encourage his fawning over Elizabeth. Elizabeth chose to be entertained by the other occupants of the room.
The Bingleys did not remain long, departing as soon as they finished tea as they had other calls to make.
From the day the invitation was issued until the day of the ball, Elizabeth was able to trade Mr. Collins' company for her mother's in order that they could make preparations for the ball.
On the night of the ball, Mrs. Bennet ensured Elizabeth was dressed with the utmost care so Mr. Bingley could not fail to notice her.
Due mainly to Mrs. Bennet's planning, the party from Longbourn were nearly the last to arrive. Mrs. Bennet was hoping Mr. Bingley would escort Elizabeth into the ballroom.
It seemed that the stars were in place for this scheming mama. Mrs. Bennet deftly separated her daughter from Mr. Collins at exactly the right time.
Mr. Bingley and his sister were turning to enter the ball room and Elizabeth happened to be standing alone. Mr. Bingley, the gentleman that he was, offered to escort her into the room. Mrs. Bennet was escorted by her husband, leaving only Mr. Collins to escort Miss Bingley.
Over the few metres to get from the entrance hall to the ball room, Miss Bingley was complimented and patronised without a breath being taken by her escort. Miss Bingley was not able to sneak a word in, but she did manage to separate herself from the odious Mr. Collins with such speed and in such a way that even those who saw Caroline Bingley enter the room with William Collins were not certain they had seen them enter together.
Soon after entering the ballroom, Elizabeth and Mr. Bingley were joined by Miss Bingley. Gradually, other young ladies found reasons to move towards Mr. Bingley. All were hoping to secure him for a dance. Mr. Bingley obliged as many as he possibly could, much to Miss Bingley's disgust. He had secured Elizabeth's hand for the dance before supper. When the crowd was large enough, Elizabeth politely excused herself and went to Charlotte.
Elizabeth approached her friend, eager to acquaint her with all she had not been able to share in the company of Mr. Collins--mainly because it concerned him. Unfortunately, as Elizabeth approached her friend, the music began and Mr. Collins approached to claim his partner for the dance.
Elizabeth shrugged toward Charlotte, received a smile in return and took her place in the set. When Elizabeth described the dance with Mr. Collins to her journal, the terms "embarrassment," "humiliation," and "two left feet that both stepped on mine" all featured. Though she could laugh at the time of writing (the morning after the ball), at the time of the dance, it was a different situation.
"The music started." Elizabeth wrote, "every person in the set moved from left to right at the appropriate time, that is all except Mr. Collins. My partner managed to, in the space of a single dance, bump into or step on the feet of every person in the set and two spectators." Elizabeth's mortification increased every time she looked towards the walls of the room. Many dancers and not a few of those sitting out were watching with interest as the Bennets' visitor embarrassed one of the best dancers in the area.
After a dance that seemed three hours long, Elizabeth was able to leave the floor and have a short conversation with Charlotte. Elizabeth was able to convince Mr. Collins that "in order to pay a proper compliment to the host and house he should dance at least four dances, and, Mr. Collins, I do believe that a clergyman in your position cannot afford the gossip that would be associated with more than a single dance with the same partner. In actual fact, I believe the more dances, with different partners of course, the less gossip and the greater the compliment you pay the host and house on behalf of your noble patroness."
"My dear cousin, you pay such attention, so much, may I say interest, to the needs of...but I will say no more on that now." He sleazily eyed Elizabeth, who quickly spoke to prevent the scene that would ensue.
"Perhaps Miss Maria Lucas would dance the next with you, allow me to introduce you..." Elizabeth made the introductions, certain that some creamy fudge would be moving from Longbourn to Lucas Lodge. 'Maria's price as a distraction is quite predictable,' Elizabeth thought to herself, as Mr. Collins escorted Maria to dance leaving Charlotte and Elizabeth to talk.
First Elizabeth told Charlotte all she could, relating to Mr. Collins, his attentions and his visit. Then Elizabeth summarised Wickham's story and in the telling, Charlotte could tell that her friend was torn in her opinions of the two gentlemen concerned. On one hand, she wanted to believe the handsome, open-mannered officer, while on the other hand, Mr. Bingley seemed to have sincere and deep regard for Mr. Darcy and Mr. Darcy for Mr. Bingley. A man held in such high regard by one such as Mr. Bingley could not be as bad as Wickham described.
Elizabeth and Charlotte were discussing this concept when Mr. Darcy approached. Charlotte nodded towards the gentleman as he approached to allow Elizabeth time to finish her sentence with "...it may not be totally true but I am sure some element of truth is there, so I will have nothing to do with either, I am sure that is the best course."
Mr. Darcy bowed to both ladies though his eyes did not leave Elizabeth. The ladies curtsied.
"Miss Bennet, if you are not engaged, may I have the next dance?"
"I had not...I did not...I thank you, yes"
A hint of a smile tugged at his features as he bowed and left them.
Elizabeth watched as he walked away. Charlotte waited until she was certain she would not be overheard and then addressed her friend in a harsh whisper, "Elizabeth, be careful how you behave."
"Charlotte, what do you mean?" Elizabeth asked, innocently.
"Elizabeth, do not let your fancy for one gentleman's smooth manners cause you to slight a man of ten times his consequence."
"Charlotte." Charlotte could see her friend winding up but refused to back down. "I am neither fancying one nor slighting the other, I just did not intend to dance with either. Why could I not think of an excuse?"
"Elizabeth, here he comes, go and enjoy your dance and do not think about Mr. Wickham, think about all that Mr. Darcy can give." Elizabeth was prevented answering as her dance partner was approaching. She reached and took Mr. Darcy's offered hand, allowing him to lead her to the dance. Elizabeth did however, cast her friend a look that conveyed the 'we can talk later about your misconceptions' message loud and clear.
Elizabeth took her place in the set, amazed at the dignity to which she was afforded in being allowed to stand opposite to Mr. Darcy, and reading in her neighbours' looks, their equal amazement in beholding it.
They danced for some time without speaking a word; and she began to imagine that their silence was to last through the two dances, and at first was resolved not to break it; till suddenly fancying that it would be the greater punishment to her partner to oblige him to talk, she made some slight observation on the dance. He replied, and was again silent. After a pause of some minutes, she addressed him a second time with:-- "It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. I talked about the dance, and you ought to make some sort of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples."
He smiled, and assured her that whatever she wished him to say should be said.
"Very well. That reply will do for the present. Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones. But now we may be silent."
"Do you talk by rule, then, while you are dancing?"
"Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know. It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together; and yet for the advantage of some, conversation ought to be so arranged, as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible."
"Are you consulting your own feelings in the present case, or do you imagine that you are gratifying mine?"
"Both," replied Elizabeth archly; "for I have always seen a great similarity in the turn of our minds. We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the éclat of a proverb."
"This is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure," said he. "How near it may be to mine, I cannot pretend to say. You think it a faithful portrait undoubtedly."
"I must not decide on my own performance."
They were silent for a short time until Sir William Lucas appeared close to them, meaning to pass through the set to the other side of the room; but on perceiving Mr. Darcy, he stopped with a bow of superior courtesy to compliment him on his dancing and his partner.
"I have been most highly gratified indeed, my dear sir. Such very superior dancing is not often seen. It is evident that you belong to the first circles. Allow me to say, however, that your fair partner does not disgrace you, and that I must hope to have this pleasure often repeated." He bowed and hurried out of the way to allow Elizabeth and Darcy to continue their dance.
"Sir William's interruption has made me forget what we were talking of."
"I do not think we were speaking at all. Sir William could not have interrupted two people in the room who had less to say for themselves. We have tried two or three subjects already without success, and what we are to talk of next I cannot imagine."
"What think you of books?" said he, smiling.
"Books--oh! no. I am sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings."
"I am sorry you think so; but if that be the case, there can at least be no want of subject. We may compare our different opinions."
"No--I cannot talk of books in a ball-room; my head is always full of something else."
"The present always occupies you in such scenes--does it?" said he, with a look of doubt.
"Yes, always," she replied, without knowing what she said, for her thoughts had wandered far from the subject, as soon afterwards appeared by her suddenly exclaiming, "I remember hearing you once say, Mr. Darcy, that you hardly ever forgave, that you resentment once created was unappeasable. You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its being created?"
"I am," said he, with a firm voice.
"And never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice?"
"I hope not."
"It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first."
"May I ask to what these questions tend?"
"Merely to the illustration of your character," said she, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. "I am trying to make it out."
"And what is your success?"
She shook her head. "I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly."
"I can readily believe," answered he gravely, "that reports may vary greatly with respect to me; and I could wish, Miss Bennet, that you were not to sketch my character at the present moment, as there is reason to fear that the performance would reflect no credit on either."
"But if I do not take your likeness now, I may never have another opportunity."
"I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours," he replied. She said no more, and they went down the other dance and parted in silence; and on each side dissatisfied, though not to an equal degree, for in Darcy's breast there was a tolerable powerful feeling towards her, which soon procured her pardon, and directed all his anger against another.
Elizabeth withdrew to Miss Lucas; to whose inquiry after the pleasantness of her last partner she had scarcely replied, before Mr. Collins came up to them, and told her with great exultation that he had just been so fortunate as to make a most important discovery.
"I have found out," said he, "by a singular accident, that there is now in the room a near relation of my patroness. I happened to overhear the gentleman himself mentioned and, knowing the names of all my noble patroness's relations, I instantly knew it was he. How wonderfully these sort of things occur! Who would have thought of my meeting with, a nephew of Lady Catherine de Bourgh in this assembly? I am most thankful that the discovery is made in time for me to pay my respects to him, which I am now going to do, and trust he will excuse my not having done it before. My total ignorance of the connection must plead my apology."
"You are not going to introduce yourself to Mr. Darcy!"
"Indeed I am." And so Mr. Collins hurried off despite Elizabeth's suggestions that it would not be the best course of action. Mr. Collins soon returned, not disappointed by his reception even though Mr. Darcy was barely civil and clearly not impressed with Mr. Collins. Elizabeth quickly encouraged her cousin to find another lady to dance with. This task was becoming difficult as many eligible ladies do not wish to stand up with a man so incompetent at dancing as Mr. Collins, but their hesitation was offset by the possibility of catching a husband.
The next dance, Elizabeth danced with Mr. Bingley, then he escorted her to supper. Elizabeth found herself seated opposite Mr. Darcy and, fortunately not near Mr. Collins. All good things are tempered with bad, and, Mrs. Bennet was also seated nearby.
Most of the supper passed well enough. Mrs. Bennet was more inclined to speak with Lady Lucas and observe Elizabeth with Mr. Bingley (who also sat at the table) and Mr. Darcy. Though Mrs. Bennet did not like Mr. Darcy's manners, his pocket book out-weighed many evils and his decision to dance with Elizabeth (and no other person besides Mr. Bingley's sisters) did away with many of his evils.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Bennet could not hold her tongue when Lady Lucas turned the conversation to dance partners. "And, Mrs. Bennet, I must thank you for bringing Mr. Collins this evening."
Mrs. Bennet inclined her head to accept the compliment before answering (in a voice a little too loud for Elizabeth's liking, given none at the table could avoid hearing it). "He is quite a good young man..." Mrs. Bennet began to answer.
"Indeed he is," Lady Lucas' voice was slightly lower than her companions, "and he has danced a great deal this evening."
Mrs. Bennet was not sure she like the direction she was being led but hoped she could turn the conversation to Elizabeth. "Yes, and he dance..."
"He seemed to enjoy his dance with Maria."
"Oh yes he did," Mrs. Bennet replied, still quite loudly "But he danced first with my Elizabeth and he has been quite attentive to her for days. He seems quite taken with her but perhaps she may do better; there seem to be prospects nearby, you did see her dance with Mr. Darcy, and then Mr. Bingley." Mrs. Bennet smiled smugly.
"Perhaps we may have some music," Mr. Bingley said as he rose from his chair. Elizabeth was mortified, staring at the plate before her. "Caroline, can we persuade you?" Miss Bingley moved to the piano at her brothers request, giving a smug, self-satisfied look in Elizabeth's direction and what Caroline was sure was a sweet smile of secret communication in Mr. Darcy's direction.
Mr. Darcy had heard all of Mrs. Bennet and Lady Lucas' conversation, and, though he had grown quite attached to Elizabeth, he could offer her no comfort in word or action. He could not help--Elizabeth Bennet's lot in life was not his concern.
Even though he could not help Miss Bennet, he would not join with Miss Bingley when she (as Mr. Darcy was sure she would) gloated over the embarrassment of Elizabeth Bennet. Mr. Darcy had daydreamed of Miss Bennet being Mrs. Darcy, but her mother, her connections, were so far below his own.
Miss Bingley, then Mrs. Hurst played the piano, followed by other young ladies of Hertfordshire. Despite a great deal of winking and nodding by Mrs. Bennet in the direction of her daughter, Elizabeth did not sit down to play.
The rest of the ball passed pleasantly enough for Elizabeth. She spent most of the evening in Charlotte's company, unless she was dancing. Mr. Collins continued in his attempts to persuade every young lady in the room to dance with him.
By the time the ball ended, all the residents of Longbourn were ready to depart. Mr. Bennet had had his fill of society, Mrs. Bennet had had her fill of Lady Lucas bragging about Maria, Mr. Collins had danced enough to compliment the host and just wanted to impress Elizabeth with his stories of his own virtues, and Elizabeth just wished to leave the humiliation of the evening behind.
The day after the ball, Elizabeth took the opportunity to take a walk about the grounds of Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet and Mr. Collins were not yet down for breakfast so Elizabeth had only to wait until her father retired to his library to escape the confines of the house.
Alone, Elizabeth wandered through the woodland that bordered her fathers estate. It had been many days since Elizabeth had felt so free. Mr. Collins was not accompanying her, Mrs. Bennet had not spent the last hour reminding her of all the best ways to catch a husband. Elizabeth was free to wander the woods, watch the birds, and smell the flowers. She skipped stones in a small stream, all the while thinking about two gentlemen she had assured herself, and her friend, she would think no more about. Elizabeth did not know which one she should trust, so assured herself that thinking about neither of them was the best solution. Confident in her decision, Elizabeth walked back in the direction of the house.
Elizabeth entered by the kitchen door and went to put her coat and outdoor clothes away. She walked into the morning room with the intention of settling down with a book without being 'unsociable and unavailable,' as Mrs. Bennet told it. Elizabeth opened the door and found the room empty but for Mr. Collins.
It was impossible for Elizabeth to leave the room, so she briefly greeted Mr. Collins, picked up the book from the table (that happened to be beside him), and moved to sit on a sofa at the other end of the room.
"Cousin Elizabeth," Mr. Collins called, preventing Elizabeth moving to the other side of the room as she intended. "I find myself in the happy position..." he said as he reached for her hand, "...of being in the company of the companion of my future life." The surprise Elizabeth felt at the statement stunned her for a second. This second was long enough for Mr. Collins to grab the hand that had, as yet, evaded him. Elizabeth's silence was sufficient encouragement for Mr. Collins to continue.
And continue he did. Mr. Collins gave compliments with little sincerity; he congratulated himself on his situation and patroness. At one point, Elizabeth held back a giggle as she thought, due to the compliments and praise being showered on the absent Lady Catherine, that Lady Catherine was the object of the proposals being made.
Finally, Elizabeth was so concerned by how far ahead of himself Mr. Collins was, that she interrupted. "But Mr. Collins, you run away with yourself."
"No, Miss Elizabeth," he interrupted her, "We shall not run away; we shall be married from Longbourn where your father will give..."
"Mr. Collins, Please!" Elizabeth found her voice rising in pitch and volume. "You are ahead of yourself. I have made no answer. Allow me to do so now. I thank you for your offers, but I cannot accept them. I do not believe that you could make me happy and I am certain that I could not make you so."
"Ahh, Miss Elizabeth, I know you are not serious in your refusal, you just mean to increase my love by suspense."
"Upon my word, I would not tease an honourable man in such a way. I am perfectly serious in my refusal."
"But your position in life, your fortune, your age! You may never receive another offer. Your parents, I am sure, agree with me in this, and once, sanctioned by your father, I am certain that I will be meeting you at the altar before long."
Elizabeth could take it no longer. She left the room without another word to Mr. Collins. Mr. Collins picked up the book that Elizabeth had dropped during their conversation.
Elizabeth ran from the room, past her mother and directly to her own room. Mrs. Bennet decided to identify the cause of her daughter's distress and entered the room to find Mr. Collins looking at the book with a smirk on his face.
"Good morning, Mrs. Bennet," Mr. Collins looked up from the book. Closing it and placing it on the table while thinking how Elizabeth would not be reading any item such as it when she became Mrs. Collins.
"Good morning to you, Mr. Collins, and may I say you look well this morning."
"Indeed I am, Mrs. Bennet. I am the happiest of men. But perhaps I should not speak of this, not now, but I assure you all will be revealed to you very soon," he said conspiratorially.
Mrs. Bennet smiled, but her curiosity won the day. "Surely, Mr. Collins, you may tell me now, a few hours will do no harm I am sure."
"As you wish, Mrs. Bennet, as my news involves your family."
"How so?"
"I have reason to believe that I will soon be leading Miss Bennet to the altar."
Stunned into silence, Mrs. Bennet gaped, but the words refused to flow at first. Finally she was able to say, "My Elizabeth?"
This was sufficient encouragement for a man as violently in love with marriage as Mr. Collins. "Indeed, yes. Cousin Elizabeth will make the best wife and Lady Catherine de Bourgh cannot have any objection to Cousin Elizabeth..."
"I should hope not," Mrs. Bennet said rather indignantly. Mr. Collins attempted to interrupt but Mrs. Bennet pressed on. "But it is no matter. Have you asked Elizabeth for her consent to the marriage?" Mrs. Bennet nearly choked on the last word.
"Indeed I have," he said smugly. It was clear Mrs. Bennet was not believing his assertions.
"And did Elizabeth consent?" Mrs. Bennet asked, not really wanting to know the answer, as she did not have sufficient knowledge of her daughter's character to be confident in her refusal.
"She has."
"She has?" Mrs. Bennet was torn between mortification that Elizabeth would agree to this marriage and gratification that her daughter would be well-married.
"She did not exactly say yes, in actual fact," Mr. Collins continued, "She said no, secretly hoping I will renew my offers (as I will). Miss Bennet is hoping to increase my love through suspense in the way of elegant females. With her father's sanction, I am sure she will be my bride within two months." Mr. Collins smiled smugly at Mrs. Bennet, clearly waiting for her congratulations. Mr. Collins was, therefore, disappointed with Mrs. Bennet's response.
Mrs. Bennet's nerves had settled, she knew enough of her daughter to know that her refusal was sincere. "Ah, Mr. Collins," she said rather patronisingly, "I think it would be best to wait a few days before speaking on this matter again."
Mr. Collins was a little shocked, he was, after all, quite the catch. He quickly came to the conclusion he thought Mrs. Bennet intended. "I understand completely," he said, "It would be best to allow the lady to have her way. I will ensure she sees my affection grow in...anticipation."
Mrs. Bennet changed the subject, then remembered she had important business with the housekeeper and excused herself.
Mr. Collins was left alone until luncheon. He was happy enough thinking about introducing his beloved to Lady Catherine, and his home. He was caught in his reverie, so much so, that he was the last to the dining room for the meal.
Three sets of eyes were looking at Mr. Collins as he entered apologising. They politely waited until he arrived and was seated before they began to eat.
Mr. Bennet raised his eyes questioningly at his daughter as his guest winked at Mrs. Bennet, and threw a slimy smile in Elizabeth's direction. Miss Bennet was prevented answering her father by propriety, and a little embarrassment at the subject she knew would soon be raised.
Thanks for the food was said and all began to eat. For a few minutes they ate in relative silence, then Mr. Bennet could contain himself no longer. He decided to have some entertainment at the expense of his guest, and the guest was happy to oblige.
"Mr. Collins," his host addressed, "Are you enjoying your visit?"
"Indeed I am, sir. I have had a good opportunity to get to know the surroundings and...er..." he paused and looked around the table, leered at Elizabeth, "and your beautiful property."
Mr. Bennet could see, quite clearly, Mr. Collins' intention. Until now, Mr. Bennet had his suspicions, but now they were confirmed. "And you are to leave us soon?"
"I hope to return soon," he leered at Elizabeth, "but perhaps I should not mention..."
"May I be excused?" Elizabeth interrupted and stood. Mr. Bennet and Mr. Collins stood as Elizabeth left the room. Mrs. Bennet remained seated.
"As you were saying?" Mr. Bennet prompted.
"Ahh, yes, as I have confided to Mrs. Bennet, I have asked Miss Bennet to be my wife. She has not, as yet, accepted my proposal but I am certain, when my love has increased by suspense she will relieve my suffering and consent. So, Mr. Bennet, I would take the opportunity to solicit your consent and blessing for the marriage." Mr. Collins smiled smugly, clearly expecting a 'rubber stamp' approval.
"Well, Mr. Collins, when I came into this room I did not expect to be faced with this request. No, please do not interrupt, before I could consider this request, I need to be sure of my daughter's view on this matter."
"Miss Bennet is increasing my devotion through suspense and anticipation. She has refused my first request in the way of elegant females while secretly planning to accept," Mr. Collins smiled at Mrs. Bennet over the table and then Mr. Bennet, clearly believing his point proven.
"Mr. Collins," Mr. Bennet began slowly, "I do not believe my daughter would behave in such a way. Elizabeth would not refuse a marriage proposal she wished to accept."
"Mr. Bennet..." His lady interrupted "Surely..."
"No, Mrs. Bennet, I will finish. If Elizabeth were to act in the way you describe, I could not allow her to marry as she would clearly be lacking the maturity and education to enter the marriage state. Therefore I must refuse my consent to a marriage between yourself and Elizabeth."
"But...oh..." Mr. Collins gaped as he groped for words, but Mr. Bennet was not moved by either Mrs. Bennet or Mr. Collins. Mr. Bennet stood.
"And now, I have business to attend to." Mr. Bennet left Mr. Collins and Mrs. Bennet alone in the dining room. Mrs. Bennet spent the afternoon attempting to convince Mr. Collins that Mr. Bennet would change his mind but Mr. Collins would not agree.
"I thank you, Mrs. Bennet, but I must agree with your esteemed husband. No, no, Mrs. Bennet, I am resolved."
And so Mr. Collins found it necessary to find another prospective bride as Lady Catherine had insisted that a clergyman in his position should set the example of matrimony in his church.
Fortunately for Mr. Collins, his affections for Elizabeth were purely imaginary and easily transferred. A willing recipient of his addresses was found at Lucas Lodge and Mr. Collins was engaged to Miss Charlotte Lucas before his departure for Hunsford.
Posted on March 16, 2003
Two days after the Netherfield ball was a day of change at Netherfield.
Mr. Bingley left home early in the day as he had business to attend to in London. Miss Bingley was quite happy with her brother's departure as she was left as hostess to her sister and Mr. Hurst and Mr. Darcy.
It took less than a day for Darcy to decide he needed to escape Hertfordshire. He did not tell his hostess that the main reason for his departure was to escape a pair of fine eyes that resided at Longbourn.
Miss Bingley was quick to agree that the society of Hertfordshire did not keep her attention so she would return to London with Mr. Darcy and the Hursts. What Caroline did not voice as a motivation for leaving was the look she had witnessed in Darcy's eyes when they met the Bennets for tea at Lucas Lodge. Caroline would not use the word, but she was jealous.
Therefore, within a week of the Netherfield ball, the hosting house stood empty as the Bingleys were to remain in London as long as Caroline could possibly arrange.
With Christmas, Elizabeth's Aunt and Uncle Gardiner and cousins came to Longbourn. They were to stay for a fortnight before returning to London and Mr. Gardiner's business.
Mr. Gardiner was Mrs. Bennet's brother, and also her polar opposite. Mr. Gardiner conversed intelligently about people, places, business, and politics with Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth. Mrs. Gardiner knew Mrs. Bennet well and was able to keep her occupied with news of fashion and gossip from London, thereby distracting her from both the upcoming marriage of Mr. Collins and the recent departure of the occupants of Netherfield.
The two week visit passed quickly. It was time for the Gardiner's to leave. Before they departed, however, they had an offer for Elizabeth. Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner were planning a tour of the Lakes in early Summer and they wanted Elizabeth to accompany them.
After a great deal of discussion between Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, Elizabeth and the Gardiner's, it was decided that the Gardiner's children, the eldest a girl of fourteen, would visit Longbourn while their parents and Elizabeth traveled.
Mrs. Phillips would visit daily to assist in the care of her nieces and nephews. With kisses, hugs and tears, the Gardiner family departed for home.
A week before her wedding, Charlotte approached Elizabeth about visiting Hunsford. They were walking around a small forest area between Lucas Lodge and Longbourn when the subject arose.
"Truly, Elizabeth, I did wish to speak to you about Hunsford."
"The chimney piece at Rosings?" Elizabeth asked, laughing.
"Elizabeth, would you visit me?" Elizabeth looked at her friend, suddenly serious, and looked questioningly. Charlotte continued. "My father and Maria are to come to me in March and I would be honoured if you would be one of the party."
"Charlotte, I do not know what to say."
"I know it will be difficult for you to leave your mother and father..."
"Do not concern yourself," Elizabeth reassured. "I will arrange it. Charlotte, I will do my utmost to be one of the party."
This answer was the best Charlotte could hope for at that moment so they started to walk toward Lucas Lodge and tea.
Two days before Charlotte's wedding, Elizabeth was walking with Charlotte while Mr. Collins was discussing manly (as manly as Mr. Collins could) topics with Sir William.
"So it is two days?"
"It is indeed."
"When do you travel to Hunsford?"
"We spend the wedding night at Lucas Lodge and travel to Hunsford on Thursday," Charlotte paused as Elizabeth nodded, not sure what to say. Charlotte continued. "Elizabeth, are you to join father and Maria on their visit?"
"Oh, Charlotte, I am sorry. Mama agreed that I may go. My cousin Cynthia Gardiner is to visit with Mama while I am gone."
"Elizabeth, I am very glad. You will be very welcome."
The trip to Hunsford was uneventful. Elizabeth had known Sir William too long and too well for his idiosyncrasies to entertain her for too long. Fortunately, the journey took the travellers through a great deal of countryside that Elizabeth had never seen. Elizabeth looked out the window for nearly the entire journey. This did not offend her companions, for as well as Elizabeth knew Sir Williams idiosyncrasies, he knew Elizabeth Bennet's love of walking and scenery.
The carriage drove up to the gate of Hunsford parsonage a little while after five in the afternoon. Mr. Collins ran forward (narrowly missing a rake that was near the path) to watch the carriage door open and Sir William step out.
Mr. Collins nearly pushed his father-in-law aside in his attempt to assist the ladies out. Both Mr. Collins and Sir William reached into the carriage to hand Elizabeth out (though she was more than capable of stepping from the carriage unaided) and they nearly forgot that Maria was to follow.
To any spectator, the entire event would have appeared comical. Charlotte had barely noticed the exchange.
Later, Elizabeth discovered that Charlotte was often otherwise occupied when her husband said or did something that would be potentially embarrassing.
When everyone had disembarked and the servants began unloading the trunks and moving them inside, Charlotte came over to greet her friend and family.
After allowing his wife a scant couple of moments to greet her guests, Mr. Collins again stepped forward, intent on giving his guests a tour of house and garden.
"But, my dear," Charlotte interrupted, saving her visitors the need to be polite, "perhaps Papa and Maria and Elizabeth would like some refreshment first."
Mr. Collins looked a little shocked for a second, then, recovering himself, took up the thread. "Of course, my love," he said with a rather sleazy smile. "We shall take our refreshments, and then, I will conduct our guests, family if I may, on a tour of my humble abode, though it is so insignificant next to Rosings Park, which I am certain we will be invited to visit and take tea very soon."
After brief refreshments, with a great deal of commentary, Mr. Collins took the party through every corner of the house, sure to point out the application of every one of Lady Catherine's suggestions. At long last, Mr. Collins decided that the whole house had been shown and informed those assembled of his intention to lead them into the garden.
As dusk was falling, and the ladies slippers were not suitable for the dirt, Sir William accompanied his son-in-law while the ladies remained in the house to trade stories and gossip.
The first invitation to Rosings came the day after the arrival of guests at the parsonage.
Lady Catherine presided over her sitting room as if she were a judge in her own court room. She was a woman of some stature and her harsh features, that may once have been handsome, coupled with her dark coloured clothing made her presence unmissable.