Beginning, Section II

Chapter 1

Posted on 2015-04-08

One afternoon as the family sat in the parlor at Longbourn, Jane entered the room, sat down, and asked, "Father, have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?"

Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.

"But it is. I have just returned from visiting Aunt Phillips, and she told me all about it. Apparently, it is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England. He came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately. He is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week," Jane replied.

"What is his name?" asked Lizzy.

"Bingley. And there is no Mrs. Bingley," responded Jane with a smile. The girls laughed.

"That should make Kitty's first assembly much more interesting," was Mr. Bennet's answer to that information, with a glance at Kitty who blushed upon hearing the comment.

"Does that mean that you will greet Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighborhood?" asked Kitty, blushing even more deeply.

Mr. Bennet laughed, "Yes, I will meet our new neighbor. It is only polite. If something more comes of it, so be it. At least Aunt Stanford should be here by then to help us receive. The first assembly will be here before we know it."

"Tomorrow fortnight," replied Lizzy.

"Be sure then that I will be able to introduce you three to Mr. Bingley. Lydia, you will have to wait until he calls upon us here," said Mr. Bennet.
Once Mr. Bingley had settled in, Mr. Bennet made his call. A few days later, Mr. Bingley returned Mr. Bennet's visit, and sat about ten minutes with him in his library. He had entertained hopes of being admitted to a sight of the young ladies, of whose beauty he had heard much; but he saw only their father. That same afternoon, Mr. Bennet's widowed sister, Lady Elizabeth Stanford, joined the Bennet household for the fall.

Thomas Bennet resided in Loungbourn, an estate a short distance from Meryton, in Hertfordshire. He was the father of five daughters, ranging in age from twenty two down to fifteen. His wife had died in childbirth thirteen years earlier, followed shortly thereafter by their two sons. This tragedy ensured that, unless he married again and produced a male heir, an entail would pass Longbourn to a distant male cousin upon his demise. Therefore, Mr. Bennet was well aware that he must have his daughters marry well. He had managed to save over the years so that each daughter had a respectable dowry. It had required economizing, but he thought it worth it.

Mr. Bennet's widowed sister Elizabeth, usually known as Bess, had assisted Mr. Bennet in the rearing of his daughters. While her husband lived, she had visited Longbourn during the summer with Sir Henry and their son Hal. Now that Hal was Sir Henry, she spent part of her year with him and his family, and part with her brother's family.

Lady Stanford had selected governesses to oversee the education of the girls, and as each reached the age of sixteen or seventeen, had taken them to London to present them at court, provide them with a Season, and introduce them to society. That introduction would start in autumn in Hertfordshire with attendance at local entertainments, assemblies, and parties. During the winter, the girls would go to London, have their presentation to the Queen, and attend the Season. To date, Aunt Stanford had succeeded in helping Jane, Elizabeth, and Mary to find suitable partners. Jane and Elizabeth had both entered society at sixteen. Mary had chosen seventeen, wanting one more year to prepare. Catherine, better known as Kitty, had turned seventeen in May and was ready to enter society. She too had wanted an additional year. Lydia, at fifteen, was still not out and seemed nowhere near ready to join adult society.

At the beginning of August, Mary had married a clergyman she met the prior winter, Jeremiah Ainsley. They were situated in a snug parish in Cornwall. He had the income from at least two livings, so their life was comfortable, if not as easy as that of Jane and Lizzy.

Almost six years earlier, during her Season, Jane had captured the heart of Robert Nelson and had married him late that spring. He had provided a comfortable home in London for Jane and their two daughters, Elizabeth, known as Betsy, and Margaret, known as Meg. Occasionally, they would spend time at the family estate in Surrey.

When Elizabeth had her turn in town three years previous, she had captured the attention of Allen Raynor. They had wed and she had moved to Raynor Hill in Surrey, an estate near that of Robert Nelson's family. By the next year, she had given birth to an heir, Allen.

Robert Nelson and Allen Raynor had always been good friends and highly competitive. The prior August, both families had been staying in Surrey for the summer. The competition between the men led to a carriage race resulting in a horrendous accident and the death of both men.

Jane and Elizabeth had spent the year of mourning adjusting to the loss of their husbands. Both were now comfortable financially thanks to their marriage settlements. Jane lived primarily in town but spent time in Surrey with Robert's family and in Longbourn with her own. Elizabeth spent her time managing Raynor Hill and enjoying her young son. Mary had postponed her wedding until the end of the mourning period so that both sisters could enjoy the event. Both came to Longbourn for Mary's wedding and stayed for part of the autumn to provide Kitty moral support as she entered society. Since their year of mourning was up, they would also resume attending social activities in the quieter atmosphere of Meryton. Jane planned to stay until the end of November. Elizabeth would leave shortly after the first Meryton assembly at the beginning of October.

Lady Stanford's arrival signaled a change in the daily schedule. Now that Kitty was an adult, she would assume adult responsibilities. Lady Stanford took up the reigns of household management when she was at Longbourn. Each time a niece was ready to move into adulthood, Lady Stanford would instruct her in the proper running of the house. They spent each morning going over accounts, menus, needs of tenants, and other planning. Later in the morning, they would make or receive calls. Lady Stanford spent time teaching Kitty how to manage the social calendar as well. Kitty felt as if she was back in the classroom, but one far more interesting than the one Miss Bosworth, the governess, ever provided. The one thing that had not changed from the classroom was that Kitty was required to practice piano each day for a minimum of thirty minutes. Her sisters would still take a turn as well, so music was a frequent background to conversations in the mornings.

After instruction on a household or estate matter, Lady Stanford would oversee Kitty's implementation of the instruction. They visited tenants; they determined what items tenants needed for an illness, death or new baby; they made over discarded clothing into ones more appropriate for a tenant's child; they planned dinner menus for the family; they planned dinner menus for entertaining. Kitty loved it.

Now that their aunt had arrived, the finishing touches were applied to Kitty's new, adult wardrobe. Some of the dresses were hand-me-downs from her older sisters. These were reworked to better fit Kitty. Since Kitty was taller than Elizabeth, the skirt on any dress Elizabeth gave her would be too short. However, it could be used to create an interesting overskirt. Thus, with little expense, Kitty obtained an appropriate wardrobe for fall in Meryton. When they went to London in winter, Kitty would acquire new dresses for her Season. Lady Stanford felt that understanding how to rework what she already possessed would be a benefit to Kitty no matter what station in life she attained. Each of the girls had learned these skills-even Jane. Jane's hand-me-downs had been from Lady Stanford and from her deceased mother. However, for that most important first event, the assembly, Kitty got an entirely new dress.

Lady Stanford, Kitty, Jane and Elizabeth spent a morning at the dressmaker's in Meryton selecting a style that would enhance Kitty's figure and a material that would bring a sparkle to her eyes and light to her face. Lady Stanford talked to her about which colors suited and which did not and how to dress in a color that did not suit, when required to wear such, in such a way as to still not be too unflattering.

After this demonstration, Kitty said, "Why, this is why I look better in Jane's cast offs than Elizabeth's or Mary's. My coloring is more like Jane while the other three of us are similar to each other."

Lady Stanford smiled, "Yes, that is correct. Many women never learn this and so dress in colors that are not very flattering. But, as we have draped you in different colors, you can see the difference it makes. There are times when we must wear an 'in' color whether or not we like it. In those cases, we want to keep the color away from the face if it is not flattering. Wear it in an overskirt with a compatible color more suited closer to the face."
Lady Stanford looked at the concentration on Kitty's face and added, "Think of it like you are designing a still life and then painting it. You want everything to be complementary. You want to draw attention away from those things that are less pleasing and toward those that are more."

Kitty smiled and replied, "Thank you. I will think of it that way."

After a couple of hours of labor, they had selected and fitted the pattern and material. They would return in three days for a final fitting. They left the dressmaker's and sought suitable accessories. Kitty loved all the attention and the new things they found. The assembly would be so much fun!

Chapter 2

Finally, the night of the first assembly that autumn arrived. Lydia and the children remained at home, while Mr. Bennet, Lady Stanford, Jane, Lizzy, and Kitty attended the assembly together. After this first effort, he would often let Lady Stanford chaperone without him, but for the first event, he always attended. He never danced. Instead, his accustomed practice was to find a corner in which to perch and watch the proceedings with some amusement.

As Kitty dressed, she was quite nervous. This was her first real foray into the adult social world, and she was anxious to make a good impression on her neighbors. Lizzy and Jane were concerned only with looking nice and were not nearly as nervous as Kitty. As they prepared to enter the carriage, Mr. Bennet bowed to them and said, "Well girls, you all look marvelously well. That includes you, too, Bess. I am proud to escort you all and just wish I had enough arms to go around."

That brought a smile to all their faces. They crowded into the carriage and talked with anticipation of this assembly. The two older girls shared memories of their first assemblies and teased Kitty about finding a suitor right away.

Once at the assembly, all three received requests to dance the first couple of sets. Kitty loved to dance and was thrilled with this first taste of social success. This was much better than dancing with Miss Bosworth, her aunt, sisters or even her father. These had been her only partners so far. Since it had been a while for Jane and Lizzy, they too were glad to have partners. They still had many friends in the area, and this was one way to catch up on the changes in their lives.

Finally, Mr. Bingley and his party arrived. Although rumors had stated that he would bring first twelve ladies and seven gentlemen, then five sisters and a cousin, it turned out that it consisted of only five altogether; Mr. Bingley, his two sisters, the husband of the oldest, and another young man.

Mr. Bingley was good looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His brother-in-law, Mr. Hurst, looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr. Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien; and the report which was in general circulation within five minutes of entrance, of his having ten thousand a year. The gentlemen pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room; he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield in the next month. Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves. He pleased Sir William by asking Miss Lucas to be his first partner. The contrast between him and his friend would have been significant, so reserved and formidable was Mr. Darcy, had not both Lady Stanford and Jane claimed a prior acquaintance.

Lady Stanford saw his reserve and that he walked around the room after dancing with first Mrs. Hurst and then Miss Bingley. When he was standing aloofly at one edge of the dance floor, Lady Stanford approached, "Mr. Darcy, it has been some time since we last met, at least three years, I believe."

Mr. Darcy bowed and replied, "Lady Stanford, is it not? I think it has actually been five years." He glanced at Jane, started, and said, "And is this not Mrs. Nelson?" At Jane's curtsey, nod and smile, he continued, "I am sorry for your loss. What a tragedy last year." At this point, Mr. Darcy dropped some of his reserve and conversed with both Jane and Lady Stanford for some minutes. Both Mr. Nelson and Mr. Raynor had been part of Darcy's social set at school, so there were many mutual acquaintances about whom they could talk.

The current set ended and Lizzy found herself without a partner. Lady Stanford motioned her over and introduced her to Mr. Darcy. Upon learning that she was Elizabeth Raynor, he offered her his sympathies as well. Both Nelson and Raynor had been acquaintances of his although he had never previously met Lizzy. Jane was claimed by Mr. Bingley for this set, and Mr. Darcy continued to chat with Lizzy and Lady Stanford. As the set progressed, he asked Mrs. Raynor to honor him with a dance to which she readily agreed.

As they danced, Lizzy asked Mr. Darcy about his home. He described Pemberley, and she in turn described Raynor Hill, her son's estate. She found Mr. Darcy very animated as he talked of his home. He asked intelligent questions about hers. They both found the set very pleasant. She asked his permission to introduce her friend, Miss Lucas, explaining that she thought he would also enjoy talking with her. She indicated that Miss Lucas was the woman that Mr. Bingley had started with. He agreed with some trepidation, but found that Miss Lucas was actually quite pleasant, clever, but not nearly as spirited and playful as Mrs. Raynor. He realized that Miss Lucas had not danced much and proceeded to rectify that situation.

The evening passed pleasantly for the whole family. Mr. Bingley danced with Jane twice, and she spent much time talking with his sisters. Catherine had never lacked a partner, which was all that was wonderful in her mind. Mr. Bennet had enjoyed visiting with friends and had spent at least one set in conversation with Mr. Darcy. He had spent less time watching than was his wont. Elizabeth had danced most of the evening and had greatly enjoyed herself.

On the way home, Elizabeth said to Kitty, "I think you danced every dance. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Oh yes. It was so much fun. However, it was difficult to talk with some of the young men. I could not find a topic on which we could converse."

Lady Stanford laughed, "Yes, that happens often. We will spend some time learning how to make meaningless small talk which will help. Jane, Mr. Bingley seemed quite taken with you."

Jane replied, "He was very nice. I enjoyed talking with him and his sisters."

Mr. Bennet said, "Well, girls, you are all out in society now. I will await calls from any young men who capture your fancies in my library, but only in the afternoons. I must have my private time in the mornings."

They all laughed at the thought of him needing to restrict his hours for a beau to call upon him. Kitty found Lydia waiting in her room wanting to hear all about the assembly. They spent the next hour huddled together as Kitty recounted her first social success.

Chapter 3

Posted on 2015-04-15

When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley while with the entire family, expressed to her sister how very much she admired him.

"He is just what a young man ought to be," said she, "sensible, good humored, lively; and I never saw such happy manners; so much ease, with such perfect good breeding!"

"He is also handsome," replied Elizabeth, "which a young man ought likewise to be, if he possibly can. His character is complete."

"I was very much flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect such a complement."

"Did you not? I did for you. But that is one great difference between us. Compliments always take you by surprise and me never. What could be more natural than his asking you again? He could not help seeing that you were about five times as pretty as every other woman in the room. No thanks to his gallantry for that. Well, he certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person."

"Dear Lizzy!"

"Oh! You are a great deal too apt, you know, to like people in general. You never see a fault in any body. All the world is good and agreeable in your eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a human being in my life."

"I would wish not to be hasty in censuring any one; but I always speak what I think."

"I know you do; and it is that which makes the wonder. With your good sense, to be honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others! And so, you like this man's sisters too, do you? Their manners are not equal to his."

"Certainly not, at first. But they are very pleasing women when you converse with them. I am much mistaken if we shall not find them charming neighbors while we are here."

Elizabeth listened in silence, but was not convinced. Their behavior at the assembly had not been calculated to please in general; and with more quickness of observation and less pliancy of temper than her sister, and with a judgment, too, unassailed by any attention to herself, she was very little disposed to approve them. They were in fact very fine ladies, not deficient in good humor when they were pleased, nor in the power of being agreeable where they chose it; but proud and conceited. They were rather handsome, had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town, had a fortune of twenty thousand pounds, were in the habit of spending more than they ought, and of associating with people of rank; and were therefore in every respect entitled to think well of themselves, and meanly of others. They were of a respectable family in the north of England; a circumstance more deeply impressed on their memories than that their brother's fortune and their own had been acquired by trade.

Jane then asked, "And what did you think of Mr. Darcy?"

Elizabeth said, "He is quite reserved but pleasant enough. He became animated when we talked of his home, Pemberley. Otherwise, he was quite circumspect. It will not be a trial to visit with him while I am still here. He seems quite knowledgeable. Miss Bingley seems very interested in him. Although he danced with her only once, she seemed to spend much of her time clutching his arm or following his movements with her eyes."

Jane smiled and replied, "You may be right. I did notice her interest in him, even when we were talking. I think they will all be a nice addition to Meryton society."

"I give you my leave to enjoy them."

Mr. Bingley inherited property to the amount of nearly an hundred thousand pounds from his father, who had intended to purchase an estate, but did not live to do it. Mr. Bingley intended it likewise, and sometimes made choice of his county; but as he was now provided with a good house and the liberty of a manor, it was doubtful to many of those who best knew the easiness of his temper, whether he might not spend the remainder of his days at Netherfield, and leave the next generation to purchase.

His sisters were very anxious for his having an estate of his own; but though he was now established only as a tenant, Miss Bingley was by no means unwilling to preside at his table, nor was Mrs. Hurst, who had married a man of more fashion than fortune, less disposed to consider his house as her home when it suited her. Mr. Bingley had been looking for an estate for some years, when he was tempted by an accidental recommendation to look at Netherfield House. He did look at it and into it for half an hour, was pleased with the situation and the principal rooms, satisfied with what the owner said in its praise, and took it immediately.

Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite of a great opposition of character. Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the easiness, openness, ductility of his temper, though no disposition could offer a greater contrast to his own, and though with his own he never appeared dissatisfied. On the strength of Darcy's regard Bingley had the firmest reliance, and of his judgment the highest opinion. In understanding, Darcy was the superior. Bingley was by no means deficient, but Darcy was clever. He was at the same time haughty, reserved, and fastidious, and his manners, though well bred, were not inviting. In that respect his friend had greatly the advantage. Bingley was sure of being liked wherever he appeared; Darcy was continually giving offence and would have done so at the assembly but for the prior acquaintance with Lady Stanford and Jane.

The manner in which they spoke of the Meryton assembly was sufficiently characteristic. Bingley had never met with pleasanter people or prettier girls in his life; everybody had been most kind and attentive to him, there had been no formality, no stiffness; he had soon felt acquainted with all the room; and as to Mrs. Nelson, he could not conceive an angel more beautiful. Darcy had little to say although he had enjoyed his evening well enough. Mrs. Nelson he acknowledged to be pretty.

Mrs. Hurst and her sister allowed it to be so, but still they admired her and liked her, and pronounced her to be a sweet girl, and one whom they should not object to know more of. Mrs. Nelson was therefore established as a sweet girl, and their brother felt authorized by such commendation to think of her as he chose.

Chapter 4

Within a short walk of Longbourn lived a family with whom the Bennets were particularly intimate. Sir William Lucas had been formerly in trade in Meryton, where he had made a tolerable fortune and risen to the honor of knighthood by an address to the King during his mayoralty. The distinction had perhaps been felt too strongly. It had given him a disgust to his business and to his residence in the small market town; and quitting the both, he had removed with his family to a house about a mile from Meryton, denominated from that period Lucas Lodge, where he could think with pleasure of his own importance, and, unshackled by business, occupy himself solely in being civil to all the world. For though elated by his rank, it did not render him supercilious; on the contrary, he was all attention to everybody. By nature inoffensive, friendly and obliging, his presentation at St. James's had made him courteous. Luckily for his family finances, his oldest son John, at twenty-two had been able to assume responsibilities for said business and contributed much of the income to the family coffers. He lived on the rest in his own abode in town near the business.

Lady Lucas was a very good kind of woman, although not too clever. They had several children, the eldest, a sensible, intelligent young woman about twenty-seven, was Elizabeth's intimate friend. That all the ladies would meet to talk over a ball was absolutely necessary; and the morning after the assembly brought the former to Longbourn to do so.

"Charlotte, you were Mr. Bingley's first choice. How did you find him?" began Lady Stanford.

"He was very pleasant, but he seemed to enjoy his second choice much better." At this remark, Jane blushed and all laughed.

Lady Lucas replied, "Well, he did dance you with twice, Jane."

Jane smiled, "I too found him very pleasant."

Charlotte added, "And Mr. Darcy was also pleasant, although much more reserved than Mr. Bingley."

Elizabeth replied, "Yes. He does not seem to enjoy company very much."

Lady Stanford added, "In town, he has been known to stalk the perimeter much like a guard patrolling his assigned territory. He is much pursued by the mamas of the Ton and must take great care. I believe he danced more at this assembly than in some balls he has attended in the past."

"Well, I thought him well-informed and enjoyed my set with him," said Elizabeth. "However, I did not find Mr. Bingley's sisters as pleasant, although Jane liked them well enough."

The visit continued in this amiable fashion, with all agreed that the gentlemen were fine, with the exception of Mr. Hurst as he had not made himself known to anyone.

Lady Stanford, Jane, Elizabeth and Kitty soon waited upon the ladies of Netherfield. Mrs. Nelson's pleasing manners grew on the good will of Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley. Miss Bingley was all that was kindness to Lady Stanford and Jane, but had not much to say to Kitty or Elizabeth. Lady Stanford still saw the superciliousness in their treatment of everybody, so that she could not really like them. Their almost kindness to Jane she attributed to the influence of their brother's admiration. It was generally evident whenever they met, that he did admire Jane. It was also apparent that Jane was yielding to a preference for him although she was still quite reserved in her manner.

This visit led to others between the families during which Miss Bingley learned of the less desirable relations of the late Mrs. Bennet. She quickly heard of the uncle who was a local solicitor, definitely not as highly ranked as a barrister would be. During one visit, she also learned of an uncle in trade who lived on Gracechurch Street. When asked the location of Gracechurch Street, Elizabeth was quick to answer, "Oh, it is near my uncle's offices, near Cheapside." Jane was surprised by this description, as her uncle's offices were actually nearer the exchange at Cornhill, not so near Cheapside. However, this was an answer calculated to show Miss Bingley's true regard to Jane.

The response was all that Elizabeth expected, but Jane did not see the withdrawal that was evident to everyone else. From this point, it was all Miss Bingley's desire to diminish her brother's growing regard for Mrs. Nelson as not worthy of his regard. Miss Bingley never bothered to ask where Mrs. Nelson or Mrs. Raynor lived. She assumed they were forced to live with their father due to their lack of family finances. Neither did she ask anything about their husbands' families. Since she never spoke with the locals, she was not likely to learn any of those missing details. Jane's natural reserve meant she would never share those details as they seemed to her to be boasting.

After the enlightening visit, Miss Bingley felt she needed to correct her brother's impression of Mrs. Nelson. She was no longer a suitable potential companion for her brother.

"Charles, Mrs. Nelson is very sweet, but you must think carefully. She has uncles in trade. We are trying to move up, not back down. It will reflect poorly on Louisa and me should you decide to court her. You must not create any expectations."

Bingley looked at her in consternation and said, "She is the daughter of a gentleman, which is more than we are. How can you think she would be undesirable because of the connections of her mother?"

Caroline continued, "Trade is trade. Her mother was not a gentlewoman. You must not pursue her."

"I must do what I think best. I have not yet decided about courting her, but I will know her better. You will not dissuade me, no matter what you say. After all, our mother was not a gentlewoman either. Does that mean I should disavow you?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Caroline turned to Mr. Darcy and asked, "What say you? Does it not materially lessen her status to have relatives in trade? They have an uncle who is a solicitor in Meryton and another who lives somewhere near Cheapside."

Bingley replied, "If she had uncles enough to fill all Cheapside, it would not make her one jot less agreeable."

Darcy added, "But it might have lessened her chance of marrying a man of any consideration in the world. I believe her marriage to Mr. Nelson negates that consideration, though."

Caroline looked triumphant at what she saw as his agreement. She did not understand how Mr. Nelson could negate anything. Mr. Darcy mentally shook his head with some bemusement. Mr. Nelson had been of a higher rank than Bingley, which was why Miss Bingley was unacquainted with him. Mr. Raynor had been the same. He chose not to disabuse Miss Bingley of her erroneous beliefs, but was careful to take Bingley aside and make him aware of the true status of the object of his affection.

At local dinners and card parties for the next week, Bingley continued to pay attention to Mrs. Nelson in an effort to get to know her better. He was rewarded for his efforts by an increase in the number of smiles sent his way and the warmth of her eyes as they spoke together. They truly came to life when he determined to host a ball the next month at Netherfield. Caroline observed this with growing dismay, Louisa with indifference, and Darcy with interest. However, his interest more and more was being drawn to Mrs. Nelson's sister, Elizabeth Raynor.

Chapter 5

Posted on 2015-04-22

Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley's attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty; he had looked at her with little admiration at the assembly although he had enjoyed their conversation; and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticize although he had not voiced that opinion.

But no sooner had he made it clear to himself that she had hardly a good feature in her face, than he began to find it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes. To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying. Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing; and in spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy playfulness. Of this she was perfectly unaware; to her he was only the friend of Mr. Bingley. She was not sure she was ready to marry again and was not currently interested in looking for a prospective mate.

Shortly before Elizabeth's planned exit from Longbourn, all found themselves at a dinner at Lucas Lodge. Upon their arrival, Mr. Bingley had immediately sought out Jane, who was standing to one side with Elizabeth. Mr. Darcy had followed. There ensued a discussion about the accomplishments of the young ladies present that night. Many of the young ladies were quite proficient on the piano.

"It is amazing to me," said Bingley, "how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished as they are."

Caroline walked up behind him to hear that and questioned, "All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you mean?"

"They all paint tables, cover screens, net purses. I scarcely know anyone who cannot do all this, and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first time without being informed that she was very accomplished."

Darcy replied, "Your list of the common extent of accomplishments has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who deserves it no otherwise than by netting a purse or covering a screen. But I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general. I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen, in the whole range of my acquaintance, that are really accomplished."

"Nor I, I am sure," said Miss Bingley.

Elizabeth observed, "Then you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished woman."

Darcy answered, "Yes, I do comprehend a great deal in it."

"Oh! Certainly, "cried his faithful assistant, "no one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half-deserved."

"All this she must possess," added Darcy with a small smile, "and to all this she must yet add something more substantial in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading."

Elizabeth chucked, "I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any."

Caroline was outraged. "Are you so severe upon your own sex as to doubt the possibility of all this?"

"I never saw such a women. I never saw such capacity, and taste, and application, and elegance, as you describe united."

Caroline protested that she knew many women that answered this description. Darcy shook his head and wondered if Caroline even listened to herself. She had already said it to be rare, and now she knew many. Elizabeth also smiled at Miss Bingley's absurdity and excused herself. She turned from the group and joined Charlotte with Colonel Forster. They discussed the possibility of the milita hosting a ball for the community.

After the conversation on accomplishments, Mr. Darcy wished to continue the debate, and as a step towards conversing with her himself, attended to her conversation with others. His doing so drew her notice. "What does Mr. Darcy mean," said she to Charlotte, "by listening to my conversation with Colonel Forster?"

"That is a question which Mr. Darcy only can answer."

"But if he does it any more, I shall certainly let him know that I see what he is about. He has a very satirical eye, and if I do not begin by being impertinent myself, I shall soon grow afraid of him."

On his approaching them soon afterwards, though without seeming to have any intention of speaking, Miss Lucas defied her friend to mention such a subject to him, which immediately provoking Elizabeth to do it, she turned to him and said, "Did not you think, Mr. Darcy, that I expressed myself uncommonly well just now, when I was teasing Colonel Forster to give us a ball at Meryton?"

"With great energy; but it is a subject which always makes a lady energetic."

"You are severe on us."

"It will be her turn soon to be teased," said Miss Lucas. "I am going to open the instrument, Eliza, and you know what follows."

"You are a very strange creature by way of a friend always wanting me to play and sing before anybody and everybody! If my vanity had taken a musical turn, you would have been invaluable, but as it is, I would really rather not sit down before those who must be in the habit of hearing the very best performers." On Miss Lucas's persevering, however, she added, "Very well; if it must be so, it must." And gravely glancing at Mr. Darcy, "There is a fine old saying, which everybody here is of course familiar with 'Keep your breath to cool your porridge,' and I shall keep mine to swell my song."

So Darcy had no opportunity to continue the debate about accomplishment. Her performance was pleasing, though by no means capital. He determined that she did not play quite as well as Georgiana, but he truly enjoyed her performance. After a song or two, and before she could reply to the entreaties of several that she would sing again, she was eagerly succeeded at the instrument by others impatient for display. Eventually, one of the young ladies began playing Scotch and Irish airs so that two or three officers and a few others joined eagerly in dancing at one end of the room.

Mr. Darcy stood near them in silent indignation at such a mode of passing the evening, to the exclusion of all conversation, and was too much engrossed by his own thoughts to perceive that Sir William Lucas was his neighbor, till Sir William thus began. "What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy!--There is nothing like dancing after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies."

"Certainly, Sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world. Every savage can dance."

Sir William only smiled. "Your friend performs delightfully;" he continued after a pause, on seeing Bingley join the group; "and I doubt not that you are an adept in the science yourself, Mr. Darcy."

"You saw me dance at Meryton, I believe, sir."

"Yes, indeed, and received no inconsiderable pleasure from the sight. Do you often dance at St. James's?"

"Never, sir."

"Do you not think it would be a proper compliment to the place?"

"It is a compliment which I never pay to any place, if I can avoid it."

"You have a house in town, I conclude?"

Mr. Darcy bowed.

"I had once some thoughts of fixing in town myself for I am fond of superior society; but I did not feel quite certain that the air of London would agree with Lady Lucas."

He paused in hopes of an answer; but his companion was not disposed to make any; and Elizabeth at that instant moving towards them, he was struck with the notion of doing a very gallant thing, and called out to her, "My dear Miss Eliza, why are not you dancing? Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner. You cannot refuse to dance, I am sure, when so much beauty is before you."

And taking her hand, he would have given it to Mr. Darcy, who, though extremely surprised, was not unwilling to receive it, when she instantly drew back, and said with some discomposure to Sir William, "Indeed, Sir, I have not the least intention of dancing. I entreat you not to suppose that I moved this way in order to beg for a partner."

Mr. Darcy with grave propriety requested to be allowed the honor of her hand; Elizabeth at first demurred but finally accepted.

"Mr. Darcy is all politeness," said Elizabeth, smiling.

"He is indeed; but considering the inducement, my dear Miss Eliza, we cannot wonder at his complaisance; for who would object to such a partner?"

Elizabeth looked archly, but accepted his hand. The set was too lively, in such a small space, to allow for much conversation. Elizabeth merely said, "I thank you for the offer. It had seemed to me that you felt the request for dancing was an imposition."

He replied, "Well, yes, maybe I did to some extent. However, I am not the host, and would not want to insult him by disparaging his mode of entertainment. And of course, as he said, there are excellent dancers available with whom to partner."

"And for that I thank you, sir. I admit, I have missed the activity while in mourning. It is fun to be dancing again. What is your expectation of the ball your friend plans to host at Netherfield?"

"Since we have become acquainted with more in the neighborhood, I expect it will be a pleasant evening. I am not sure about enjoyable, but it should be pleasant." Elizabeth did not realize that he meant her presence would make it pleasant and never thought to announce that she was shortly to leave the neighborhood. They continued to converse, with Elizabeth making witty comments about the people in attendance at the dinner. Darcy found himself smiling more than he had at any of the previous engagements in the area. He also relaxed more in the company of those Elizabeth had described to him.

Once the dance was complete, Elizabeth took her leave to visit with Charlotte while others continued to dance. He was thinking of her with some complacency, when thus accosted by Miss Bingley.

"I can guess the subject of your reverie."

"I should imagine not."

"You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner--in such society; and indeed I am quite of your opinion. I was never more annoyed! The insipidity and yet the noise; the nothingness and yet the self-importance of all these people! And your condescension in dancing when accosted by Sir William. What would I give to hear your strictures on them!"

"Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged. I enjoyed my dance and did not need to be importuned. I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow."

Miss Bingley immediately fixed her eyes on his face, and desired he would tell her what lady had the credit of inspiring such reflections. Mr. Darcy replied with great intrepidity, "Mrs. Elizabeth Raynor."

"Mrs. Raynor!" repeated Miss Bingley. "I am all astonishment. How long has she been such a favorite and pray when am I to wish you joy?"

"That is exactly the question which I expected you to ask. A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment. I knew you would be wishing me joy."

"Nay, if you are so serious about it, I shall consider the matter as absolutely settled. You will have such charming relations in trade who will be always at Pemberley with you."

He listened to her with perfect indifference while she chose to entertain herself in this manner, and as his composure convinced her that all was safe, her wit flowed long.

Chapter 6

Two days later, Elizabeth returned to Raynor Hill with Allen. She had planned to remain in Longbourn only to support Kitty at her first assembly. Her husband's mother hated travel and had not accompanied her since the visit was to be only about two months long. However, her letters to Elizabeth were full of the trials she was facing without Elizabeth there to manage things. Also, there was much to do to prepare for winter, and Elizabeth wanted to be there to work with the steward as they completed the harvest. Although she had managed her own household for nearly three years, she always felt some regret at leaving Longbourn. It would always be home. Before the other guests had arrived at Lucas Lodge, she had spent some time talking with Miss Lucas of the removal from Longbourn.

"Charlotte, I will be returning to Raynor Hill in a few days. I would really appreciate it if you could consider joining me. I would love to have you in my home. With Allen gone, there is never anyone to with whom to discuss things, and I find I truly miss that. His mother just does not have sufficient understanding. If there is any kind of problem, she has a serious attack of nerves. You could also join me when I visit Jane in town later in the winter. She has asked for my company and I plan to visit for a few weeks. Who knows, you might even meet someone interesting."

Elizabeth felt that after the death of Charlotte's betrothed some years earlier, Charlotte's opportunities for a new relationship had been limited in the Meryton environment. She hoped to help Charlotte find someone she could marry. If that did not happen, at least she would enjoy Charlotte's companionship, and Charlotte would not be a strain on the family finances.

Charlotte looked at her friend and read the earnestness in the request. "Have you someone in mind?"

Elizabeth laughed. "No. I just know prospects here are limited. And I truly would like a companion. Allen's nurse cannot be that nor can the housekeeper. Mrs. Raynor is more a trial than a companion, no matter how loving she is. However, you are that, when I am here, and I would take it with me. Please say yes."

"Very well. Yes. Thank you for inviting me."

The wagon collected their trunks the day before the planned departure. Charlotte watched thoughtfully as her things headed out of town. Would they be returning again the same way? When the carriage arrived with Allen, the nurse, the maid, and Elizabeth, Charlotte bade her family farewell as her father helped her in. She promised to write often.

Once everyone was settled, with Allen playing on the seat between the maid and the nurse, Charlotte and Elizabeth entered into quiet conversation about Jane's growing attachment to Mr. Bingley. Elizabeth stated, "I can see that Jane likes Mr. Bingley very much, but she is so reserved about showing it."

"It may perhaps be pleasant," replied Charlotte, "to be able to impose on the public in such a case; but it is sometimes a disadvantage to be so very guarded. If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; and it will then be but poor consolation to believe the world equally in the dark. There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. We can all begin freely; a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement. In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels. Bingley likes your sister undoubtedly; but he may never do more than like her, if she does not help him on."

"But she does help him on, as much as her nature will allow. If I can perceive her regard for him, he must be a simpleton indeed not to discover it too."

"Remember, Eliza, that he does not know Jane's disposition as you do."

"But if a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavor to conceal it, he must find it out."

"Perhaps he must, if he sees enough of her. But though Bingley and Jane meet tolerably often, it is never for many hours together; and as they always see each other in large mixed parties, it is impossible that every moment should be employed in conversing together. Jane should therefore make the most of every half hour in which she can command his attention. When she is secure of him, there will be leisure for falling in love as much as she chooses."

"Your plan is a good one," replied Elizabeth, "where nothing is in question but the desire of being well married; and if I were determined to get a rich husband, or any husband, I dare say I should adopt it. But these are not Jane's feelings; she is not acting by design. As yet, she cannot even be certain of the degree of her own regard, nor of its reasonableness. She has known him less than a fortnight. She danced with him at Meryton; she saw him one morning at his own house, and has since dined in company with him four times. This is not quite enough to make her understand his character."

"Not as you represent it. Had she merely dined with him, she might only have discovered whether he had a good appetite; but you must remember that four evenings have been also spent together--and four evenings may do a great deal."

"Yes; these four evenings have enabled them to ascertain that they both like Vingt-un better than Commerce; but with respect to any other leading characteristic, I do not imagine that much has been unfolded."

"Well," said Charlotte, "I wish Jane success with all my heart; and if she were married to him tomorrow, I should think she had as good a chance of happiness as if she were to be studying his character for a twelvemonth. Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar before-hand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always contrive to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life."

"You make me laugh, Charlotte; but it is not sound. You know it is not sound, and that you would never act in this way yourself."

"I cannot say for certain. If it would allow me to have a respectable home of my own, I very probably would," replied Charlotte. The conversation then turned to other matters as Allen demanded attention.

Elizabeth and Charlotte were missed by their families. Miss Bingley never thought to question where Mrs. Raynor had gone, nor had she revised her assumptions about the widows being dependent upon their father. She was merely grateful that Mrs. Raynor's 'fine eyes' would no longer distract Mr. Darcy. Darcy, on the other hand, lamented her loss. He had begun to find her very attractive and wanted to know her better. She had the most amusing conversation at those local dinners they attended. None of the family fawned on him as so many others did in town, and he found he greatly enjoyed the Bennets. Mr. Bennet and Lady Stanford were always interesting in conversation. He had not really spoken much with Kitty, but found her to be an enthusiastic young lady when they did speak. Her lack of artifice was refreshing. From Kitty, he learned that Elizabeth had returned home to her estate in Surrey and was not currently expected to return to Longbourn although she planned to see her sister when she went to London in the winter. With that, he would have to be satisfied.

Chapter 7

Posted on 2015-04-29

Mr. Bennet had been captivated by a young lady whose father was a solicitor in Meryton who had left her four thousand pounds. She had a sister married to a Mr. Phillips, who had been a clerk to their father, and succeeded him in the business, and a brother settled in London in a respectable line of trade.

Mr. Bennet's property began as almost entirely an estate of two thousand a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was entailed, in default of heirs male, on a distant relation; and their mother's fortune could but ill supply the deficiency of his. Realizing he would want to provide for the future of any children beyond his oldest son, even before marriage, Mr. Bennet had instituted a regimen of strict economy so that he might supplement any fortune from his wife and build a better income for his family. This had been difficult to maintain after his marriage, as Mrs. Bennet was inclined to spend above her budget, but he helped her learn to practice at least some economy. She had never had much instruction, and he strove to repair the deficiency. While she remained somewhat silly, she did become more practical thanks to his assistance. In addition, he had more earnestly applied himself to management of the estate which significantly increased his income. He had been able to purchase portions of Netherfield and other surrounding estates as their owners found a need for cash. He had also invested with his brother-in-law in some trade goods from Asia. These additions did not come under the restrictions of the entail.

Mr. Bennet now had income of almost double what he had inherited, and he continued to save from that increase. In addition, the income from the investments contributed to the dowries of his daughters. Jane, Elizabeth, and Mary had each had respectable dowries of a few thousand pounds which was what both Kitty and Lydia would also enjoy. Their settlements had left the widows, Jane and Elizabeth, in very comfortable circumstances. This elevation of income and circumstances for the Bennet family and the widows was not generally known in Meryton. Most still assumed that the girls had only limited dowries, perhaps supplemented by their generous aunt. They were unsure of the status of the two widows but supposed them to be in somewhat straitened circumstances.

The village of Longbourn was only one mile from Meryton; a most convenient distance for the young ladies, who were usually tempted thither three or four times a week, to pay their duty to their aunt, to a bookseller, and to a milliner's shop just over the way. After studies and household work were over or when nothing better offered, a walk to Meryton was necessary to amuse their afternoon hours and furnish conversation for the evening; and however bare of news the country in general might be, they always contrived to learn some from their aunt. At present, indeed, they were well supplied both with news and happiness by the recent arrival of a militia regiment in the neighborhood; it was to remain the whole winter, and Meryton was the headquarters.

Their visits to Mrs. Phillips were now productive of the most interesting intelligence. Every day added something to their knowledge of the officers' names and connections. Their lodgings were not long a secret, and at length they began to know the officers themselves. Mr. Phillips visited them all, and this opened to his nieces a source of felicity unknown before as Mr. Bennet chose not to know them. Kitty and Lydia could talk of nothing but officers in spite of the fact that Lydia did not attend any of the social events with the officers.

After listening one morning to their effusions on this subject, Mr. Bennet coolly observed, "From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced."

Catherine was disconcerted, and made no answer; but Lydia, with perfect indifference, continued to express her admiration of Captain Carter, and her hope of seeing him in the course of the day, as he was going the next morning to London.

"I am afraid I agree with your father," said Lady Stanford, "Your conversation about the officers is uncommonly foolish. While I agree that a young man in regimentals can look very smart, there is more to life than regimentals. If you marry a solider, you will be much on the move. If a smart young colonel, with five or six thousand a year should be interested, we would not say no. However, the younger officers do not have sufficient to enable you to live comfortably. It is best to admire from a distance and look to those more suitable for a husband, my dears. And you, Lydia, should not be so vocal in your admiration." Kitty looked thoughtful at both the rebuke and the information her aunt shared. Lydia ignored the instruction and continued to talk of officers, now without Kitty participating.

At this point, the footman entered with a note for Mrs. Nelson. The note was from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer. Jane read the note and shared, "It is from Miss Bingley," and the read it aloud.

"My dear Friend,

If you are not so compassionate as to dine today with Louisa and me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives. A whole day's tête-à-tête between two women can never end without a quarrel. Come as soon as you can on the receipt of this. My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers. Yours ever,

Caroline Bingley

"With the officers!" cried Lydia. "I wonder my aunt did not tell us of that."

"Can I have the carriage?" asked Jane.

"Of course," responded Mr. Bennet. "It seems likely to rain and we would not want you to come to grief."

Jane sent her response, following later as invited. Jane had not been gone long before it rained hard. The rain continued the whole evening without intermission

When Jane arrived at Netherfield in the midst of the downpour, she was immediately shown to the parlor and a roaring fire that she might dry the dampness acquired when she had exited the carriage. Once assured that Jane was safe and dry, they had visited pleasantly until dinner was called.

As they talked, Caroline commented, "It must be a somewhat quieter at home with your sister and her son gone."

Jane replied, "Only slightly. With so many of us, there is always something going on. However, it is pleasant that we can all be together."

Louisa asked, "When did you lose your husband?"

"I left off mourning in August. He was killed the previous summer in a carriage accident."

Louisa remarked, "Oh, how sad that must be."

"Yes, it was quite sudden." Since Jane was such a private person, she did not volunteer any details of the accident. Louisa could see her reluctance and so forbore to ask any further questions. Instead, she turned to mention of the militia being stationed in Meryton. Jane readily joined in the change of direction. In one reply, she mentioned, "It is amusing to see my younger sisters impressed by the uniform. While a uniform is nice, one wants something more than style in a husband."

Since Louisa had looked only for a gentleman, she was puzzled, "Why, whatever do you mean?"

Since Caroline looked only for status and money, she replied, "Why, you must have means and rank of course."

Jane said, "Oh, is that what you are looking for? There is not much of that here in Meryton. No, I meant that it is much more pleasant to have someone who has some degree of education, intellect and discernment. I could have interesting discussions with Mr. Nelson about things other than hunting, shooting, sport, our neighbors or food. We also talked of the war, of art, music, books, and the possibility of travel. Our conversations were always quite stimulating."

Caroline answered flatly, "I am sure that is fascinating." From the comment about lack of rank and status in Meryton, Caroline inferred that Mr. Nelson, who she thought was a local, was likely not even truly a gentleman. Perhaps he had been a younger son but forced to work or was actually a merchant.

Louisa looked thoughtful and added, "I had never thought of any of those things. I can see that it would provide added variety." She thought of Mr. Hurst's interests in just those limited things. Since they never held any discussions on other subjects, she wondered if that was actually the extent of his interests or if that was just what he thought he could share with her. She decided to investigate to see if there was more hiding under the surface.

Caroline decided that Mr. Nelson must have been very dull for Mrs. Nelson to consider those to be recommendations. Not once did either of the sisters consider asking where Jane had met Mr. Nelson. Therefore, London, her presentation at court, and the Season never entered the conversation. Both ladies just assumed that Jane had always lived in the area and would continue to do so. They just assumed Mr. Nelson had been a neighbor from Meryton. They also never asked where Elizabeth had gone. They assumed it was someplace nearby but were unconcerned. Jane was too modest to bring up anything that might have enlightened them as she did not want to appear to be boasting. Nevertheless, they had a very pleasant dinner together.

When Jane recounted her evening at home, she determined she had enjoyed her dinner with the ladies. They were all that was charming. It had been a great success. When asked, she acknowledged that she had not seen Mr. Bingley on her visit, as she had left before the men returned from their engagement with the officers.

When Mr. Bingley returned home, he was disappointed to hear that Jane had been to dinner without his knowledge. He would have liked to have seen her.

Chapter 8

The next morning, Mr. Bennet remarked at breakfast, "I have reason to expect an addition to our family party."

"Whom do you mean?" asked Lady Stanford. "I am sure I know of nobody that is coming."

"The person of whom I speak is a gentleman and a stranger."

Lydia responded, "A gentleman and a stranger! So it cannot be Mr. Bingley. Who can it be?"

After amusing himself sometime with their curiosity, he explained, "About a month ago I received this letter, and about a fortnight ago I answered it, for I thought it a case of some delicacy, and requiring early attention. It is from my cousin, Mr. Collins, who inherits when I am dead."

"Ah," answered Lady Stanford. "And what has he to say for himself?"

Mr. Bennet read aloud.

"Hunsford, near Westerham, Kent,
15th October.
Dear Sir,

The disagreement subsisting between yourself and my late honored father always gave me much uneasiness, and since I have had the misfortune to lose him I have frequently wished to heal the breach; but for some time I was kept back by my own doubts, fearing lest it might seem disrespectful to his memory for me to be on good terms with any one with whom it had always pleased him to be at variance. My mind however is now made up on the subject, for having received ordination at Easter, I have been so fortunate as to be distinguished by the patronage of the Right Honorable Lady Catherine de Bourgh, widow of Sir Lewis de Bourgh, whose bounty and beneficence has preferred me to the valuable rectory of this parish, where it shall be my earnest endeavor to demean myself with grateful respect towards her Ladyship, and be ever ready to perform those rites and ceremonies which are instituted by the Church of England. As a clergyman, moreover, I feel it my duty to promote and establish the blessing of peace in all families within the reach of my influence; and on these grounds I flatter myself that my present overtures of good-will are highly commendable, and that the circumstance of my being next in the entail of Longbourn estate will be kindly overlooked on your side, and not lead you to reject the offered olive branch. I cannot be otherwise than concerned at being the means of injuring your amiable daughters, and beg leave to apologize for it, as well as to assure you of my readiness to make them every possible amends,--but of this hereafter. If you should have no objection to receive me into your house, I propose myself the satisfaction of waiting on you and your family, November 18th, by four o'clock, and shall probably trespass on your hospitality till the Saturday se'nnight following, which I can do without any inconvenience, as Lady Catherine is far from objecting to my occasional absence on a Sunday, provided that some other clergyman is engaged to do the duty of the day. I remain, dear sir, with respectful compliments to your daughters, your well-wisher and friend,
William Collins."

"At four o'clock, therefore, we may expect this peacemaking gentleman," said Mr. Bennet, as he folded up the letter. "He seems to be a most conscientious and polite young man, upon my word; and I doubt not will prove a valuable acquaintance, especially if Lady Catherine should be so indulgent as to let him come to us again."

Lady Stanford was chiefly struck with his extraordinary deference for Lady Catherine, and his kind intention of christening, marrying, and burying his parishioners whenever it were required. "He must be an oddity, I think," said she. "I cannot make him out. There is something very pompous in his style. And what can he mean by apologizing for being next in the entail? We cannot suppose he would help it, if he could. Can he be a sensible man, Thomas?"

"No, Bess; I think not. I have great hopes of finding him quite the reverse. There is a mixture of servility and self-importance in his letter, which promises well. I am impatient to see him."

She replied, "Thomas, you mock so. And it is true that he can turn out Kitty and Lydia. Of course, they would either go to the Gardiners or come to live with me or one of their sisters. Thank goodness the others are already settled. Do you think that his peacemaking will consist in offering for Kitty or Lydia?"

Lydia turned aghast at the thought, "You cannot be serious. I am not even out. He is not in regimentals and has nothing to recommend him. Papa, you must tell him I am much too young."

Kitty turned thoughtful at the comment and added, "I do not like his style of writing, but if that is his intention, I will at least consider it. It all depends on what he is like."

Mr. Bennet soothed them both, "We will see what Mr. Collins brings. Of course, I would not force either of you to wed if you do not wish it. Lydia, you are full young for such a thing but stranger things have happened. Be polite. Nothing more will be required of either of you. Jane, it seems your heart has already moved in a different direction. I will do what I can to deflect Mr. Collins's attentions once he has arrived if that is truly his intention."

Jane blushed at this mention of Mr. Bingley but did not correct him in his assumption of her heart being engaged.

Mr. Collins was punctual to his time, and was received with great politeness by the whole family. Mr. Bennet, indeed, said little; but the ladies were ready enough to talk, and Mr. Collins seemed neither in need of encouragement, nor inclined to be silent himself. He was a tall, heavy looking young man of five and twenty. His air was grave and stately, and his manners were very formal. He had not been long seated before he complimented Mr. Bennet on having so fine a family of daughters, said he had heard much of their beauty, but that, in this instance, fame had fallen short of the truth; and added, that he did not doubt her seeing them all in due time well disposed of in marriage.

This gallantry was not much to the taste of some of his hearers, but Lady Stanford answered most readily, "You are very kind, sir, I am sure; and it has proven so for Jane, Elizabeth and Mary. With the way things are settled, we must ensure that their marriages provide for them."

"You allude, perhaps, to the entail of this estate."

"Ah! sir, I do indeed. It might have been a grievous affair to the girls, you must confess."

"I am very sensible, madam, of the hardship to my fair cousins, and could say much on the subject, but that I am cautious of appearing forward and precipitate. But I can assure the young ladies that I come prepared to admire them. At present I will not say more, but perhaps when we are better acquainted..."

He was interrupted by a summons to dinner; and the girls smiled on each other. They were not the only objects of Mr. Collins's admiration. The hall, the dining-room, and all its furniture were examined and praised as was the dinner. His listeners wondered if it were flattery or the appraisal of a prospective owner. Nevertheless, the dinner was modestly successful. Mr. Bennet found it highly entertaining.

Chapter 9

Posted on 2015-05-06

During dinner, Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all; but when the servants were withdrawn, he thought it time to have some conversation with his guest, and therefore started a subject in which he expected him to shine, by observing that he seemed very fortunate in his patroness. Lady Catherine de Bourgh's attention to his wishes, and consideration for his comfort, appeared very remarkable. Mr. Bennet could not have chosen better.

Mr. Collins was eloquent in her praise. The subject elevated him to more than usual solemnity of manner, and with a most important aspect he protested that he had never in his life witnessed such behavior in a person of rank; such affability and condescension, as he had himself experienced from Lady Catherine. She had been graciously pleased to approve of both the discourses which he had already had the honor of preaching before her. She had also asked him twice to dine at Rosings, and had sent for him only the Saturday before, to make up her pool of quadrille in the evening. Lady Catherine was reckoned proud by many people he knew, but he had never seen anything but affability in her. She had always spoken to him as she would to any other gentleman; she made not the smallest objection to his joining in the society of the neighborhood, nor to his leaving his parish occasionally for a week or two, to visit his relations. She had even condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage; where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making, and had even vouchsafed to suggest some herself: some shelves in the closets up stairs.

"That is all very proper and civil I am sure," said Jane, "and I dare say she is a very agreeable woman. It is a pity that great ladies in general are not more like her. Does she live near you, sir?"

"The garden in which stands my humble abode is separated only by a lane from Rosings Park, her ladyship's residence."

"I think you said she was a widow, sir? Has she any family?"

"She has one only daughter, the heiress of Rosings, and of very extensive property."

"And what sort of young lady is she? Is she handsome?"

"She is a most charming young lady indeed. Lady Catherine herself says that in point of true beauty, Miss De Bourgh is far superior to the handsomest of her sex; because there is that in her features which marks the young woman of distinguished birth. She is unfortunately of a sickly constitution, which has prevented her making that progress in many accomplishments which she could not otherwise have failed of; as I am informed by the lady who superintended her education, and who still resides with them. But she is perfectly amiable, and often condescends to drive by my humble abode in her little phaeton and ponies."

"Has she been presented? I do not remember her name among the ladies at court," remarked Lady Stanford.

"Her indifferent state of health unhappily prevents her being in town; and by that means, as I told Lady Catherine myself one day, has deprived the British court of its brightest ornament. Her ladyship seemed pleased with the idea, and you may imagine that I am happy on every occasion to offer those little delicate compliments which are always acceptable to ladies. I have more than once observed to Lady Catherine that her charming daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence, would be adorned by her. These are the kind of little things which please her ladyship, and it is a sort of attention which I conceive myself peculiarly bound to pay."

"You judge very properly," said Mr. Bennet, "and it is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?"

"They arise chiefly from what is passing at the time, and though I sometimes amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant compliments as may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possible."

Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment, maintaining at the same time the most resolute composure of countenance, and requiring no partner in his pleasure.

By tea-time, however, the dose had been enough, and Mr. Bennet was glad to take his guest into the drawing-room again, and when tea was over, glad to invite him to read aloud to the ladies. Mr. Collins readily assented, and a book was produced; but on beholding it (for everything announced it to be from a circulating library), he started back, and begging pardon, protested that he never read novels. Kitty stared at him, and Lydia exclaimed. Other books were produced, and after some deliberation he chose Fordyce's Sermons. Lydia gaped as he opened the volume, and before he had, with very monotonous solemnity, read three pages, she interrupted him with,

"Do you know, Aunt, that my uncle Phillips talks of turning away Richard, and if he does, Colonel Forster will hire him. My aunt told me so herself on Saturday. I shall walk to Meryton to-morrow to hear more about it, and to ask when Mr. Denny comes back from town."

Lydia was bid by her aunt to hold her tongue; but Mr. Collins, much offended, laid aside his book, and said, "I have often observed how little young ladies are interested by books of a serious stamp, though written solely for their benefit. It amazes me, I confess; for certainly, there can be nothing so advantageous to them as instruction. But I will no longer importune my young cousin."

Then turning to Mr. Bennet, he offered himself as his antagonist at backgammon. Mr. Bennet accepted the challenge, observing that he acted very wisely in leaving the girls to their own trifling amusements. Lady Stanford apologized most civilly for Lydia's interruption, and promised that it should not occur again, if he would resume his book; but Mr. Collins, after assuring them that he bore his young cousin no ill will, and should never resent her behavior as any affront, seated himself at another table with Mr. Bennet, and prepared for backgammon.

Lady Stanford then ushered Lydia from the room and took her to her governess, Miss Bosworth. The three had a long conversation about appropriate behavior and conversation in the drawing room. In addition, Lydia was forbidden to visit her aunt or the officers without Miss Bosworth present. It was apparent that Lydia was becoming very forward and was acting as if she was out without the required discretion. The conversation lasted a long while before Lady Stanford and Miss Bosworth felt Lydia understood what would be expected of her.

Chapter 10

Mr. Collins was not a sensible man, and the deficiency of nature had been but little assisted by education or society; the greatest part of his life having been spent under the guidance of an illiterate and miserly father; and though he belonged to one of the universities, he had merely kept the necessary terms, without forming at it any useful acquaintance. The subjection in which his father had brought him up had given him originally great humility of manner, but it was now a good deal counteracted by the self-conceit of a weak head, living in retirement, and the consequential feelings of early and unexpected prosperity. A fortunate chance had recommended him to Lady Catherine de Bourgh when the living of Hunsford was vacant; and the respect which he felt for her high rank and his veneration for her as his patroness, mingling with a very good opinion of himself, of his authority as a clergyman, and his rights as a rector, made him altogether a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility.

Having now a good house and very sufficient income, he intended to marry; and in seeking a reconciliation with the Longbourn family he had a wife in view, as he meant to choose one of the daughters, if he found them as handsome and amiable as they were represented by common report. This was his plan of amends, of atonement, for inheriting their father's estate; and he thought it an excellent one, full of eligibility and suitableness, and excessively generous and disinterested on his own part. He had not realized that the three eldest had already married.

His plan did not vary on seeing them. Mrs. Nelson's lovely face confirmed his views, and established all his strictest notions of what was due to seniority; and for the first evening she was his settled choice. The next morning, however, made an alteration; for in a quarter of an hour's tête-à-tête with Mr. Bennet before breakfast, a conversation beginning with his parsonage-house, and leading naturally to the avowal of his hopes that a mistress for it might be found at Longbourn, produced from him a caution against the very Jane he had fixed on. "As to the younger daughters he did not know of any prepossession; the eldest daughter was interested elsewhere. Of course, Lydia was not yet out so she might not be still more than a little young."

Mr. Collins had only to consider whether or not Kitty or Lydia would fit within his plans. After the discussion the previous evening, Lydia he immediately dismissed. She was definitely too young, was nothing more than a child, although she was attractive. He felt he would have to study Kitty to see if she would be a good choice.

Lydia's intention of walking to Meryton was not forgotten; all agreed to go with her and Miss Bosworth; and Mr. Collins was to attend them, at the request of Mr. Bennet, who was most anxious to get rid of him, and have his library to himself; for thither Mr. Collins had followed him after breakfast, and there he would continue, nominally engaged with one of the largest folios in the collection, but really talking to Mr. Bennet, with little cessation, of his house and garden at Hunsford. Such doings discomposed Mr. Bennet exceedingly. In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquility; his civility, therefore, was most prompt in inviting Mr. Collins to join his daughters in their walk; and Mr. Collins, being in fact much better fitted for a walker than a reader, was extremely well pleased to close his large book, and go.

Thus Miss Bosworth, Jane, Kitty and Lydia donned warm apparel and were escorted by Mr. Collins to Meryton. In pompous nothings on his side, and civil assents on that of his cousins, their time passed till they entered Meryton. The attention of the younger ones was then no longer to be gained by him. Their eyes were immediately wandering up in the street in quest of the officers, and nothing less than a very smart bonnet indeed or a really new muslin in a shop window could recall them.

But the attention of every lady was soon caught by a young man, whom they had never seen before, of most gentlemanlike appearance, walking with an officer on the other side of the way. The officer was the very Mr. Denny, concerning whose return from London Lydia came to inquire, and he bowed as they passed. All were struck with the stranger's air, all wondered who he could be, and Kitty and Lydia, determined if possible to find out, led the way across the street, under pretense of wanting something in an opposite shop, and fortunately had just gained the pavement when the two gentlemen, turning back, had reached the same spot. Mr. Denny addressed them directly, and entreated permission to introduce his friend, Mr. Wickham, who had returned with him the day before from town, and he was happy to say, had accepted a commission in their corps. This was exactly as it should be; for the young man wanted only regimentals to make him completely charming. His appearance was greatly in his favor; he had all the best part of beauty: a fine countenance, a good figure, and very pleasing address.

The introduction was followed up on his side by a happy readiness of conversation, a readiness at the same time perfectly correct and unassuming; and the whole party were still standing and talking together very agreeably, when the sound of horses drew their notice, and Darcy and Bingley were seen riding down the street.

On distinguishing the ladies of the group, the two gentlemen came directly towards them, and began the usual civilities. Bingley was the principal spokesman, and Mrs. Nelson the principal object. He was then, he said, on his way to Longbourn on purpose to inquire after her to ensure that she had reached home safely after her carriage ride in the rainstorm. Mr. Darcy corroborated it with a bow, when they were suddenly arrested by the sight of the stranger, and Kitty happening to see the countenance of both as they looked at each other, was all astonishment at the effect of the meeting. Both changed color, one looked white, the other red. Mr. Wickham, after a few moments, touched his hat, a salutation which Mr. Darcy just deigned to return. What could be the meaning of it? It was impossible to imagine; it was impossible not to long to know.
In another minute Mr. Bingley, without seeming to have noticed what passed, took leave and rode on with his friend. Mr. Darcy had a very stone-faced expression after the encounter with Mr. Wickham and rode very stiffly.

Mr. Denny and Mr. Wickham walked with the group to the door of Mr. Phillips's house, and then made their bows, in spite of Lydia's pressing entreaties that they would come in, and even in spite of Mrs. Phillips' throwing up the parlor window and loudly seconding the invitation. Miss Bosworth took Lydia aside and reminded her that she had violated her agreement for proper deportment of the previous evening and would not be visiting her aunt again for quite a while.

Mrs. Phillips was always glad to see her nieces. She greeted them with great warmth. Then her civility was claimed towards Mr. Collins by Jane's introduction of him. She received him with her very best politeness, which he returned with as much more, apologizing for his intrusion without any previous acquaintance with her, which he could not help flattering himself, however, might be justified by his relationship to the young ladies who introduced him to her notice. Mrs. Phillips was quite awed by such an excess of good breeding; but her contemplation of one stranger was soon put an end to by exclamations and inquiries about the other, of whom, however, she could only tell her nieces what they already knew, that Mr. Denny had brought him from London, and that he was to have a lieutenant's commission in the ----shire. She had been watching him the last hour, she said, as he walked up and down the street, and had Mr. Wickham appeared, Kitty and Lydia would certainly have continued the occupation, but unluckily no one passed the windows now except a few of the officers, who in comparison with the stranger, were become "stupid, disagreeable fellows."

Some of them were to dine with the Phillipses the next day, and their aunt promised to make her husband call on Mr. Wickham, and give him an invitation also, if the family from Longbourn would come in the evening. This was agreed to, and Mrs. Phillips protested that they would have a nice comfortable noisy game of lottery tickets, and a little bit of hot supper afterwards. The prospect of such delights was very cheering, and they parted in mutual good spirits. Mr. Collins repeated his apologies in quitting the room, and was assured with unwearying civility that they were perfectly needless.

As they walked home, Kitty related what she had seen pass between the two gentlemen; but though Jane would have defended either or both, had they appeared to be wrong, she could no more explain such behavior than her sister. Miss Bosworth posited that there was some unpleasant history between the men. Since they knew the kind of man Mr. Darcy was, it would behoove them to be wary of Mr. Wickham. Lydia pouted at this injunction, since he was one of the more attractive officers.

Mr. Collins, on his return, protested that except Lady Catherine and her daughter, he had never seen a more elegant woman; for she had not only received him with the utmost civility, but had even pointedly included him in her invitation for the next evening, although utterly unknown to her before. Something he supposed might be attributed to his connection with them, but yet he had never met with so much attention in the whole course of his life. Lady Stanford merely smothered a smile at his description.

Miss Bosworth directed Kitty to share what she had seen with her aunt. Lady Stanford agreed that there was obviously an unhappy history between the men. "Kitty, it appears you may be in company with him, particularly this evening at your aunt's. Please keep in mind that, although he may have looks, we know absolutely nothing about him. You must be as circumspect as you can in conversation until we are able to learn more about him. Do not let his good looks and what seems to be charm to blind your good sense."

"I am glad you think I have good sense after Father called me silly."

"You must admit, your conversation with Lydia gave him good cause. However, I think you have good sense when you stop to think about something."

"Thank you. Should I have occasion to speak with him, I promise to be cautious and listen carefully."

"And remember, if you have any questions, I am here to help you. Do you want me to join you this evening?"

"Only if you want to come play cards. Jane and Mr. Collins will be there, as will our aunt and uncle. Nothing untoward can happen."

"That is true. However, it is a chance for you to make small talk as we have discussed with the various officers. You already know the others in attendance quite well, except for your cousin. This is a good chance to practice your growing skills in that area."

"That is true. I had not really thought of that."

"I look at all of our social engagements as practice for you. You can make little mistakes here where everyone already knows you, but by the time we get to town, you will have to be far more polished if you wish to be accepted."

"I will keep that in mind."

Chapter 11

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As no objection was made to the engagement with their aunt, and all Mr. Collins's scruples of leaving Mr. Bennet for a single evening during his visit were most steadily resisted, the coach conveyed Mr. Collins, Jane, and Kitty at a suitable hour to Meryton; and Kitty heard, as they entered the drawing-room, that Mr. Wickham had accepted their uncle's invitation, and was then in the house.

When this information was given, and they had all taken their seats, Mr. Collins was at leisure to look around him and admire, and he was so much struck with the size and furniture of the apartment, that he declared he might almost have supposed himself in the small summer breakfast parlor at Rosings; a comparison that did not at first convey much gratification; but when Mrs. Phillips understood from him what Rosings was, and who was its proprietor, when she had listened to the description of only one of Lady Catherine's drawing-rooms, and found that the chimney-piece alone had cost eight hundred pounds, she felt all the force of the compliment, and would hardly have resented a comparison with the housekeeper's room.

In describing to her all the grandeur of Lady Catherine and her mansion, with occasional digressions in praise of his own humble abode and the improvements it was receiving, he was happily employed until the gentlemen joined them; and he found in Mrs. Phillips a very attentive listener, whose opinion of his consequence increased with what she heard, and who was resolving to retail it all among her neighbors as soon as she could. To the girls, who could not listen to their cousin, and who had nothing to do but to wish for an instrument, and examine their own indifferent imitations of china on the mantelpiece, the interval of waiting appeared very long. It was over at last however. The gentlemen did approach; and when Mr. Wickham walked into the room, Kitty felt that she had neither been seeing him before, nor thinking of him since, with the smallest degree of unreasonable admiration. The officers of the ----shire were in general a very creditable, gentlemanlike set, and the best of them were of the present party; but Mr. Wickham was as far beyond them all in person, countenance, air, and walk, as they were superior to the broad-faced stuffy uncle Phillips, breathing port wine, who followed them into the room.

Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned, and Kitty was the woman by whom he finally seated himself; and the agreeable manner in which he immediately fell into conversation, though it was only on its being a wet night again, and on the probability of a rainy season, made her feel that the commonest, dullest, most threadbare topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker. She thought he was actually a good example of what her aunt was trying to teach her about the ability to make small talk.

With such rivals for the notice of the fair, as Mr. Wickham and the officers, Mr. Collins seemed likely to sink into insignificance; to the young ladies he certainly was nothing; but he had still at intervals a kind listener in Mrs. Phillips, and was, by her watchfulness, most abundantly supplied with coffee and muffin.

When the card tables were placed, he had an opportunity of obliging her in return, by sitting down to whist. "I know little of the game, at present," said he, "but I shall be glad to improve myself, for in my situation of life." Mrs. Phillips was very thankful for his compliance, but could not wait for his reason. Jane joined them at whist.

Mr. Wickham did not play at whist, and with ready delight was he received at the other table between Kitty and her friend Maria Lucas. Although she had an older sister who was not yet married, Maria, at eighteen, had already been in society for more than a year. At first there seemed some danger of Maria's engrossing him entirely for she was a most determined talker; but being likewise extremely fond of lottery tickets, she soon grew too much interested in the game, too eager in making bets and exclaiming after prizes, to have attention for any one in particular. Allowing for the common demands of the game, Mr. Wickham was therefore at leisure to talk to Kitty, and she was very willing to hear him, though what she chiefly wished to hear she could not hope to be told, the history of his acquaintance with Mr. Darcy. She dared not even mention that gentleman. Her curiosity however was unexpectedly relieved. Mr. Wickham began the subject himself. He inquired how far Netherfield was from Meryton; and, after receiving her answer, asked in a hesitating manner how long Mr. Darcy had been staying there.

"About a month," said Kitty; and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added, "He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand."

"Yes," replied 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."

Kitty 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?"

"Only a little," said Kitty, "I do not really know him. I have encountered him a handful of times. He is quite reserved."

"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 to well to be a fair judge. It is impossible for me to be impartial."

"Upon my word I say no more here than I might say in any house in the neighborhood, except Netherfield. He is not at all known in Hertfordshire. He keeps his own counsel."

"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 country much longer."

"I do not at all know; but I heard nothing of his going away. I hope your plans in favor of the ----shire will not be affected by his being in the neighborhood."

"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 to 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; and I can never be in company with this Mr. Darcy without being grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections. His behavior 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."

Kitty found the interest of the subject increase, and listened with all her heart; but the delicacy of it prevented farther inquiry. She wondered though at the picture that Mr. Wickham presented of Mr. Darcy since it fit so ill with what Lady Stanford and Jane knew of him. And although he said he could not disgrace the memory of the father, he was doing exactly the opposite in this conversation. Kitty pondered the contradictions of the man and realized that her aunt was correct, there was much more to the story and one should be very careful of Mr. Wickham.
Mr. Wickham began to speak on more general topics, Meryton, the neighborhood, the society, appearing highly pleased with all that he had yet seen, and speaking of the latter especially, 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 farther by his account of their present quarters, and the very great attentions and excellent acquaintance 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!" To herself she thought, "You seem even less suited than Mr. Collins."

"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."

"Good heavens!" cried Kitty; "but how could that be? How could his will be disregarded? Why did not you seek legal redress?" To herself, she added, "I assume that would be because you are not telling the whole story. Something very wrong is going on here. From your whole attitude, I do not think you were seriously considering taking orders. What kind of parson would you be?"

"There was just such an informality in the terms of the bequest as to give me no hope from law. A man of honor 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 perhaps have sometimes 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! He deserves to be publicly disgraced." To herself, she thought, "Wait. If you were a child with Mr. Darcy, and the living became vacant two years ago, what have you been doing all these years? You are a little older than most of the officers just joining the militia. What are you not telling?"

"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."

Kitty thought, "Wait a moment. You cannot defy or expose him? Is that not what you just did to me whom you have just met? How very curious. I will have to discuss this with my aunt. This is all very wrong."

"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."

"I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this and could did not suspect him of descending to such malicious revenge, such injustice, such inhumanity as this!"

"I will not trust myself on the subject," replied Wickham, "I can hardly be just to him."

Kitty was again deep in thought, and after a time exclaimed, "To treat in such a manner, the godson, the friend, the favorite of his father, and one, too, who had probably been his own companion from childhood, connected together, as I think you said, in the closest manner!"

"We were born in the same parish, within the same park, the greatest part of our youth was passed together; inmates of the same house, sharing the same amusements, objects of the same parental care. My father began life in the profession which your uncle, Mr. Phillips, appears to do so much credit to--but he gave up everything to be of use to the late Mr. Darcy, and devoted all his time to the care of the Pemberley property. He was most highly esteemed by Mr. Darcy, a most intimate, confidential friend. Mr. Darcy often acknowledged. himself to be under the greatest obligations to my father's active superintendence, and when immediately before my father's death, Mr. Darcy gave him a voluntary promise of providing for me, I am convinced that he felt it to be as much a debt of gratitude to him, as of affection to myself."

"How strange!" cried Kitty. "How abominable! I wonder that the very pride of this Mr. Darcy has not made him just to you! If from no better motive, that he should not have been too proud to be dishonest, for dishonesty I must call it."

"It is wonderful," replied Wickham, "for almost all his actions may be traced to pride; and pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other feeling. But we are none of us consistent; and in his behavior to me, there were stronger impulses even than pride."

"Can such abominable pride as his, have ever done him good?"

"Yes. It has often led him to be liberal and generous, to give his money freely, to display hospitality, to assist his tenants, and relieve the poor. Family pride, and filial pride, for he is very proud of what his father was, have done this. Not to appear to disgrace his family, to degenerate from the popular qualities, or lose the influence of the Pemberley House, is a powerful motive. He has also brotherly pride, which with some brotherly affection, makes him a very kind and careful guardian of his sister; and you will hear him generally cried up as the most attentive and best of brothers."

"What sort of a girl is Miss Darcy?"

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."

After many pauses and many trials of other subjects, Kitty could not help reverting once more to the first, and saying, "I am astonished at his intimacy with Mr. Bingley! How can Mr. Bingley, who seems good humor itself, and is, I really believe, truly amiable, be in friendship with such a man? How can they suit each other? Do you know Mr. Bingley?"

"Not at all."

"He is a sweet tempered, amiable, charming man. He cannot know what Mr. Darcy is."

"Probably not; but Mr. Darcy can please where he chooses. He does not want abilities. He can be a conversable companion if he thinks it worth his while. Among those who are at all his equals in consequence, he is a very different man from what he is to the less prosperous. His pride never deserts him; but with the rich, he is liberal-minded, just, sincere, rational, honorable, and perhaps agreeable, allowing something for fortune and figure."

The whist party soon afterwards breaking up, the players gathered round the other table, and Mr. Collins took his station between his cousin Jane and Mrs. Phillips. The usual inquiries as to his success were 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 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 chance 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. Wickham's attention was caught; and after observing Mr. Collins for a few moments, he asked Kitty in a low voice whether her relation were 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 before yesterday."

"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 Kitty smile, as she thought of poor Miss Bingley. Vain indeed must be all her attentions, vain and useless her affection for his sister and her praise of himself, if he were already self-destined to 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 and insolent. 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 of her nephew, who chooses that everyone connected with him should have an understanding of the first class."

Kitty allowed that he had given a very calculated account of it, and they continued talking together with 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's supper party, but his manners recommended him to everybody. Whatever he said, was said well; and whatever he did, done gracefully. Kitty went away with her head full of him. She could think of nothing but of Mr. Wickham, and of what he had told her, all the way home; but there was not time for her even to mention his name as they went, for Mr. Collins could not be silent. Mr. Collins talked incessantly of the civility of Mr. and Mrs. Phillips, protesting that he did not in the least regard his losses at whist, enumerating all the dishes at supper, and repeatedly fearing that he crowded his cousins, had more to say than he could well manage before the carriage stopped at Longbourn House.

Chapter 12

As they sat in the parlor the next morning, Kitty related what had passed between Mr. Wickham and herself. Jane and Lady Stanford listened with astonishment and concern. They could not believe that Mr. Darcy could be so unworthy of Mr. Bingley's regard. They all wondered what had truly happened.

"They have both," said Jane, "been deceived, I dare say, in some way or other, of which we can form no idea. Interested people have perhaps misrepresented each to the other. It is, in short, impossible for us to conjecture the causes or circumstances which may have alienated them, without actual blame on either side."

"I think it more likely that Mr. Darcy is a victim here than Mr. Wickham, for all his amiable appearance. Can you not see the impropriety of the discussion with Kitty who was a virtual stranger? And Kitty, you were correct in your assessment. He did contradict himself. And you asked a good question about what he has been doing all these years if the living only became available two years ago. Knowing the Darcy family as I do, my guess is that there is a sprinkling of truth in his account but that it is only a portion of what actually happened," added Lady Stanford.

Just at that point, Mr. Bingley and his sisters came to give their personal invitation for the long expected ball at Netherfield, which was fixed for the following Tuesday. The two ladies were delighted to see their dear friend again, called it an age since they had met, and repeatedly asked what she had been doing with herself since their separation. To the rest of the family they paid little attention. They were soon gone again, rising from their seats with an activity which took their brother by surprise, and hurrying off as if eager to escape from the civilities.

The prospect of the Netherfield ball was extremely agreeable to Jane and Kitty. Jane pictured to herself a happy evening in the society of her two friends, and the attention of their brother; and Kitty thought with pleasure of dancing a great deal.

Kitty's spirits were so high on the occasion that, though she did not often speak unnecessarily to Mr. Collins, she could not help asking him whether he intended to accept Mr. Bingley's invitation, and, if he did, whether he would think it proper to join in the evening's amusement; and she was rather surprised to find that he entertained no scruple whatever on that head, and was very far from dreading a rebuke either from the Archbishop, or Lady Catherine de Bourgh, by venturing to dance.

"I am by no means of opinion, I assure you," said he, "that a ball of this kind, given by a young man of character to respectable people, can have any evil tendency; and I am so far from objecting to dancing myself, that I shall hope to be honored with the hands of all my fair cousins in the course of the evening, and I take this opportunity of soliciting yours, Miss Kitty, for the two first dances especially, a preference which I trust my cousin Jane will attribute to the right cause, and not to any disrespect for her."

Kitty felt herself completely taken in. She had fully proposed being engaged by an officer such as Denny for those very dances: and to have Mr. Collins instead! There was no help for it however. Mr. Collins's proposal accepted with as good a grace as she could. She was not the better pleased with his gallantry from the idea it suggested of something more. It now first struck her that she was selected from among her sisters as worthy of being the mistress of Hunsford Parsonage, and of assisting to form a quadrille table at Rosings, in the absence of more eligible visitors. The idea soon reached to conviction, as she observed his increasing civilities toward herself, and heard his frequent attempt at a compliment on her wit and vivacity. As soon as she had this realization, she went directly to her aunt.

"I know it is probably a prudent match, but I cannot respect him. Can you and Father please do something so that he will not declare for me? It would be too embarrassing."

"My dear, we will find a way to help direct him in another direction," stated Lady Stanford, putting her arm around her niece. "You will have opportunity to find someone more congenial when we go to London."

Lady Stanford went immediately to the library and knocked on the door. Upon being permitted to enter, she closed the door and said, "Thomas, we must do something to deflect Mr. Collins. He appears to have determined that Kitty is worthy of becoming his wife. However, she cannot respect him. Is there someone else we can suggest to him that might be desperate enough to agree? If Miss Lucas were not with Elizabeth, I might suggest her. Her options here are limited, and she must be looking for a secure home. However, with her gone, I am unsure who might be willing."

Mr. Bennet suggested, "Why don't you visit Lucas Lodge? You can find out from Lady Lucas if Maria would be interested. She may have other suggestions if Maria is not."

"Excellent suggestion. If I may, I will stop by before luncheon to let you know who will be our suggestion. We need to reassure Kitty as soon as may be."

Upon saying this, Lady Stanford exited the library and donned her spencer for a short walk to Lucas Lodge. Upon being admitted, she found Lady Lucas alone in her parlor.

"Lady Lucas, I am calling on a rather important matter. Mr. Collins has indicated that his visit is so that he can find an appropriate wife from among the Bennets. It seems that he has now selected Kitty who does not welcome his decision. Before he declares himself, we would like to redirect him. As you have far more intimate knowledge of the local young women, I thought you might know who would welcome his attentions. Can you help us?"

Lady Lucas considered a moment. "Were Charlotte here, I would suggest her. Maria is in the other room. Let us talk to her. If not her, I believe the older daughter of Mrs. Goulding, Caroline, might be receptive. There are just such limited prospects here now." Whereupon, she left the room and collected Maria.

When both had seated themselves, Lady Stanford again explained herself. Maria considered for a moment. "While he is not as interesting as one of the officers, he does seem to offer a better situation than they would. I did not spend any time with him at Mrs. Phillips' card party, so I have no impression of him other than he seems to be grateful for the consideration of others."

Lady Stanford said, "I feel I must warn you that he is somewhat foolish and does not display remarkably good sense. However, I think the right wife might help improve his social skills, which are what are really lacking. Of course, his wife is likely to be the next mistress of Longbourn unless Thomas does something unusual like marrying again and getting himself a male heir. That should be another factor in favor of the match."

Maria nodded and asked, "If you think he has determined on Kitty, how will you change his mind?"

"First off, we must introduce you. i understand you did not meet him at the card party. Why don't you return with me to luncheon to visit Kitty for the afternoon? We can introduce you then. Lady Lucas, could we entice your family to join us for dinner tomorrow? That would allow more time together. Thomas and I will make a number of positive comments about how suitable Maria would be. I know Kitty and Jane would do the same for us. With any luck, he will believe it is his own idea. At the same time, we will be saying discouraging things about Kitty as a clergyman's wife," was Lady Stanford's response.

Everyone agreed, so Maria left with Lady Stanford to begin her campaign for the hand of Mr. Collins. Lady Lucas went to tell Sir William of the opportunity. Since there were a few days before the Netherfield ball, they determined that day after next would be a good time for Mr. Collins and the Bennets to dine at Lucas Lodge.

Chapter 13

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As luck would have it, Mr. Collins had again invaded the library, so Lady Stanford could not inform her brother of their plans. However, since she had Maria in tow, she assumed Thomas would understand once the men arrived at the dining table. Maria and Lady Stanford found Kitty and Jane in the parlor working on embroidery. Lady Stanford announced, "Girls, we have decided that Maria would be a far better match for Mr. Collins than would Kitty. We will all need to work together to redirect his attentions. I think it too early to say that his affections have been attached, so his heart should be safe. Jane, can you let the kitchen know that Maria joins us for lunch today, and the entire Lucas family for dinner tomorrow? Kitty, I will place Maria between you and Mr. Collins at table. Maria will converse nicely with him and keep him pleased and occupied while he eats. We will discuss the joy Maria finds in her charity visits to the tenants while Kitty will mention how tedious she finds such activity."

Kitty asked, "Are we trying to show that I am not suitable while Maria is?"

Maria answered, "That is exactly what we do. I understand he is not the brightest of men, but he is respectable and a better prospect than most around here. Your aunt thinks he might be greatly improved with the assistance of the right wife. I think I could rise to meet such a challenge to help him. And even if he remains as he is, it should be a relatively comfortable home and very respectable. I am not terribly romantic. I would just like a good home of my own."

The ladies laughed while Kitty and Maria sat down to embroider and discuss strategies. Jane returned with the assurance that the kitchen would manage. Within a half an hour, it was time for the luncheon and the start of the campaign.

During the introduction, Maria saw what Lady Stanford had meant about his social skills. However, she also saw that with some slight prodding, they might be easily improved. Perhaps all he needed was reinforcement of what was good and gentle prodding to leave off that which was ridiculous. Luncheon followed the strategy mapped out in the parlor. Maria kept Mr. Collins engaged, for which Mr. Bennet was very grateful. Mr. Bennet looked at his sister and quirked an eyebrow, and nodded his head in the direction of Maria. Lady Stanford nodded and smiled to which he returned a smile. They were in perfect agreement.

At the end of the meal, Lady Stanford invited Mr. Collins to the parlor to read to them while they worked. Lydia and Miss Bosworth joined them, with Miss Bosworth keeping a close eye on her charge so that this time she would behave. Mr. Collins was asked to read from Shakespeare's Richard III which Lady Stanford felt would not be as abhorrent as a novel and would be much more interesting than Fordyce.

When he rested his voice with tea after each scene, the ladies would discuss what he had just read. Kitty kept most of her thoughts to herself, while Maria asked his opinion on the scene. She would then agree and expand upon his contribution where she could. Jane and Lady Stanford participated in the discussion but to a lesser extent. By the time peace was restored to England at the end of the play, Mr. Collins was looking very thoughtful. Lady Stanford saw Maria out, and a look from her encouraged the rest to retreat to their rooms to prepare for dinner, although it took some prodding from Miss Bosworth to get Lydia to move.

Lady Stanford said, "Miss Lucas is such a good young woman. She is certainly a good friend to Kitty. What did you think of her, Mr. Collins?"

"I enjoyed her contributions to the discussion of the play. And at luncheon, we talked about the charity work she does."

"She would certainly be far more of an asset to a clergyman than would Kitty who does not find much enjoyment in that sort of parish work," replied Lady Stanford.

Mr. Collins did not reply but continued to look thoughtful. In fact, he was so thoughtful he forgot to talk about Lady Catherine through supper, for which everyone else was thankful.

The following day, rain prevented all walks into Meryton. However, the transfer of interest from Kitty to Maria was still underway and fascinated the Longbourn household. Even Mrs. Hill, the housekeeper, was aware of what was afoot. She too did what she could to assist.

Jane spent a considerable amount of her time that day with Betsy and Meg and in writing to Elizabeth informing her of all that was happening at Longbourn. She found the machinations of her aunt fun to watch although she could not imagine employing such a stratagem herself. It took Lydia some time to realize what was happening. She could not imagine wanting to encourage such a man as Mr. Collins because she really did not understand the necessity of a respectable home. Miss Bosworth tried to explain the need, but Lydia was just not ready for such knowledge.

Finally, the Lucas family arrived for dinner. The rain could not stop that plan. During the dinner at Longbourn, all did what they could to encourage communications between Maria and Mr. Collins.

"Mr. Collins, I understand you have extensive gardens at Hunsford. Do you work in them yourself or do you have your man take care of them?" asked Maria.

Mr. Collins smiled, "I find it a very relaxing way to spend a morning. I pride myself on doing much of the work myself. It helps me settle my mind and allows me to better concentrate when I work on my sermons afterward."

"Do you write your own sermons or do you use those of others?"

"Lady Catherine likes me to use a combination. Sometimes I use my own, sometimes published sermons of others. I will use someone else's words about once each month. I will admit that I may find some inspiration in the words of others more often."

"You must spend a great deal of time with your parishioners, don't you?"

"Generally three or four afternoons each week. After working in the garden, I spend part of my morning with Lady Catherine almost daily. She is often aware of needs that I can address. She is very conscious of all that goes on around Rosings."

Mr. Bennet smiled to see the schedule maintained by Mr. Collilns, but Maria found that it was illuminating. Even if he were to remain as he currently was, they would actually spend relatively little time together. Since he seemed to have an extensive library of sermons to draw upon, perhaps she could find some that would help her help him to change some of his actions to improve his social skills. She was more satisfied than not with the decision to attract him. It did not matter to her that he was somewhat embarrassing. That could be ignored if one tried hard enough.

When the gentlemen returned to the ladies after the separation, Mr. Collins seated himself next to Maria to continue their conversation. Finally, he asked Maria for the second set at the ball, mentioning that he had previously asked Kitty for the first. Maria accepted with relief.

Dinner at Lucas Lodge the following night was similar to the dinner at Longbourn. It was apparent to all that Mr. Collins was now quite interested in Maria. They spent most of the evening in conversation. Maria found that there were ways to deflect Mr. Collins from his almost constant mention of Lady Catherine and that when he forgot her, he could be almost a good conversationalist. She decided she really could help him become his better self. She would enjoy the challenge.

Chapter 14

The day of the ball finally arrived. All were happy when the rain, which had been nearly constant of late, had finally moved away leaving a clear, sunny day. Kitty spent anxious time preparing, which required that Lady Stanford visit her to offer both reassurance and calm.

"Kitty, you look lovely. All will go well. Was the Assembly not fun?"

"Yes, but this is different. This is not a public assembly, it is a private ball."

"But almost all of the attendees are people well known to you. Please relax. I am sure you will dance and enjoy yourself. All you need remember is how to make small talk and all will be well."

As Jane and Kitty descended the stairs, Mr. Bennet was in the entry way to greet them. "You both look wonderful. Kitty, this is a wonderful opportunity for a ball even before your London Season. I hope you have a wonderful time tonight. Jane, you too must have fun."

When they entered the drawing-room at Netherfield, Lady Stanford looked in vain for Mr. Wickham among the cluster of red coats there assembled. She overheard when Mr. Denny informed Kitty that Wickham had been obliged to go to town on business the day before, and was yet not returned, adding, with a significant smile, "I do not imagine his business would have called him away just now, if had not wished to avoid a certain gentleman here."

Lady Stanford shared this intelligence with Mr. Bennet. The two then approached Mr. Darcy. After sharing greetings, Lady Stanford said, "I do not wish to raise an unhappy subject at such an event, but I believe we have tidings for you to be aware of. I know from Kitty's observation that you are acquainted with Mr. Wickham. He is spreading a slanderous story of those dealings. Mr. Denny just informed us that he is not here because of your presence. Knowing you as I do, I feel something should be done. At the very least, we need to understand the true story so as to stop this defaming of you. I realize you are likely privy to things that should not be shared, but what can you tell us?"

Mr. Darcy swallowed uncomfortably, "Of what he has particularly accused me, I am ignorant; but of the truth of what I shall relate, I can summon more than one witness of undoubted veracity. Mr. Wickham is the son of a very respectable man, who had for many years the management of all the Pemberley estates; and whose good conduct in the discharge of his trust naturally inclined my father to be of service to him; and on George Wickham, who was his god-son, his kindness was therefore liberally bestowed. My father supported him at school, and afterwards at Cambridge; most important assistance, as his own father, always poor from the extravagance of his wife, would have been unable to give him a gentleman's education. My father was not only fond of this young man's society, whose manners were always engaging; he had also the highest opinion of him, and hoping the church would be his profession, intended to provide for him in it."

"As for myself, it is many, many years since I first began to think of him in a very different manner. The vicious propensities, the want of principle, which he was careful to guard from the knowledge of his best friend, could not escape the observation of a young man of nearly the same age with himself, and who had opportunities of seeing him in unguarded moments, which Mr. Darcy could not have. Here again I shall give you pain, to what degree you only can tell. But whatever may be the sentiments which Mr. Wickham has created, a suspicion of their nature shall not prevent me from unfolding his real character. It adds even another motive."

"My excellent father died about five years ago; and his attachment to Mr. Wickham was to the last so steady, that in his will he particularly recommended it to me to promote his advancement in the best manner that his profession might allow, and, if he took orders, desired that a valuable family living might be his as soon as it became vacant. There was also a legacy of one thousand pounds. His own father did not long survive mine, and within half a year from these events Mr. Wickham wrote to inform me that, having finally resolved against taking orders, he hoped I should not think it unreasonable for him to expect some more immediate pecuniary advantage, in lieu of the preferment by which he could not be benefited. He had some intention, he added, of studying the law, and I must be aware that the interest of one thousand pounds would be a very insufficient support therein. I rather wished than believed him to be sincere; but, at any rate, was perfectly ready to accede to his proposal. I knew that Mr. Wickham ought not to be a clergyman. The business was therefore soon settled. He resigned all claim to assistance in the church, were it possible that he could ever be in a situation to receive it, and accepted in return three thousand pounds. All connection between us seemed now dissolved."

"I thought too ill of him to invite him to Pemberley, or admit his society in town. In town, I believe, he chiefly lived, but his studying the law was a mere pretense, and being now free from all restraint, his life was a life of idleness and dissipation. For about three years I heard little of him; but on the decease of the incumbent of the living which had been designed for him, he applied to me again by letter for the presentation. His circumstances, he assured me, and I had no difficulty in believing it, were exceedingly bad. He had found the law a most unprofitable study, and was now absolutely resolved on being ordained, if I would present him to the living in question, of which he trusted there could be little doubt, as he was well assured that I had no other person to provide for, and I could not have forgotten my revered father's intentions. You will hardly blame me for refusing to comply with this entreaty, or for resisting every repetition of it."

"His resentment was in proportion to the distress of his circumstances, and he was doubtless as violent in his abuse of me to others, as in his reproaches to myself. After this period, every appearance of acquaintance was dropt. How he lived I know not. As other people are involved in the next connection with him, I cannot share all of the information, but he did try to improve his financial situation with an attempted elopement with a young heiress of but fifteen, who was not even out yet, working with a confederate in the employ of the lady's family. It was mere luck that helped her to escape."

Mr. Bennet looked grave indeed. "It appears I should not allow him entrance to my house nor any meetings with my daughters. If he went through so much money so fast, should we pass a warning on to our neighbors about extending credit?"

Mr. Darcy replied, "That is a good thought. He often leaves debt in his wake. Perhaps a general warning about extending credit to the militia, then maybe something more pointed to Colonel Forster? Perhaps my cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam, who is privy to most of this, could inform the Colonel? What do you think, sir?"

Mr. Bennet agreed that both were excellent suggestions. He himself would have a quiet word with his neighbors, reminding them about the need to watch their daughters and suggesting that he had knowledge of at least one to beware of. By this point, the ball had started. With the girls already on the dance floor, Lady Stanford and Mr. Bennet circulated through their neighbors dropping hints or making more pointed remarks to protect the shopkeepers and young women of the neighborhood.

Kitty's set with Mr. Collins was worse than she had feared. Mr. Collins, awkward and solemn, apologizing instead of attending, and often moving wrong without being aware of it, gave her all the shame and misery which a disagreeable partner for a couple of dances can give. The moment of her release from him was ecstasy. Her other partners were far more agreeable. Maria, while not particularly enjoying her set, saw that, with practice, he might become an acceptable partner. She would add that to the list of things they would need to work on. As the project grew in her mind, she found herself looking forward to helping him progress.