الفصل الفصل 37 · 第37章

The two gentlemen left Rosings the next morning; and Mr. Collins having

been in waiting near the lodges, to make them his parting obeisance, was

able to bring home the pleasing intelligence of their appearing in very

good health, and in as tolerable spirits as could be expected, after the

melancholy scene so lately gone through at Rosings. To Rosings he then

hastened to console Lady Catherine and her daughter; and on his return

brought back, with great satisfaction, a message from her Ladyship,

importing that she felt herself so dull as to make her very desirous of

having them all to dine with her.

Elizabeth could not see Lady Catherine without recollecting that, had

she chosen it, she might by this time have been presented to her as her

future niece; nor could she think, without a smile, of what her

Ladyship’s indignation would have been. “What would she have said? how

would she have behaved?” were the questions with which she amused

herself.

Their first subject was the diminution of the Rosings’ party. “I assure

you, I feel it exceedingly,” said Lady Catherine; “I believe nobody

feels the loss of friends so much as I do. But I am particularly

attached to these young men; and know them to be so much attached to me!

They were excessively sorry to go! But so they always are. The dear

Colonel rallied his spirits tolerably till just at last; but Darcy

seemed to feel it most acutely--more, I think, than last year. His

attachment to Rosings certainly increases.”

Mr. Collins had a compliment and an allusion to throw in here, which

were kindly smiled on by the mother and daughter.

Lady Catherine observed, after dinner, that Miss Bennet seemed out of

spirits; and immediately accounting for it herself, by supposing that

she did not like to go home again so soon, she added,--

“But if that is the case, you must write to your mother to beg that you

may stay a little longer. Mrs. Collins will be very glad of your

company, I am sure.”

“I am much obliged to your Ladyship for your kind invitation,” replied

Elizabeth; “but it is not in my power to accept it. I must be in town

next Saturday.”

“Why, at that rate, you will have been here only six weeks. I expected

you to stay two months. I told Mrs. Collins so before you came. There

can be no occasion for your going so soon. Mrs. Bennet could certainly

spare you for another fortnight.”

“But my father cannot. He wrote last week to hurry my return.”

[Illustration:

“Dawson”

[_Copyright 1894 by George Allen._]]

“Oh, your father, of course, may spare you, if your mother can.

Daughters are never of so much consequence to a father. And if you will

stay another _month_ complete, it will be in my power to take one of you

as far as London, for I am going there early in June, for a week; and

as Dawson does not object to the barouche-box, there will be very good

room for one of you--and, indeed, if the weather should happen to be

cool, I should not object to taking you both, as you are neither of you

large.”

“You are all kindness, madam; but I believe we must abide by our

original plan.”

Lady Catherine seemed resigned. “Mrs. Collins, you must send a servant

with them. You know I always speak my mind, and I cannot bear the idea

of two young women travelling post by themselves. It is highly improper.

You must contrive to send somebody. I have the greatest dislike in the

world to that sort of thing. Young women should always be properly

guarded and attended, according to their situation in life. When my

niece Georgiana went to Ramsgate last summer, I made a point of her

having two men-servants go with her. Miss Darcy, the daughter of Mr.

Darcy of Pemberley, and Lady Anne, could not have appeared with

propriety in a different manner. I am excessively attentive to all those

things. You must send John with the young ladies, Mrs. Collins. I am

glad it occurred to me to mention it; for it would really be

discreditable to _you_ to let them go alone.”

“My uncle is to send a servant for us.”

“Oh! Your uncle! He keeps a man-servant, does he? I am very glad you

have somebody who thinks of those things. Where shall you change horses?

Oh, Bromley, of course. If you mention my name at the Bell, you will be

attended to.”

Lady Catherine had many other questions to ask respecting their journey;

and as she did not answer them all herself attention was

necessary--which Elizabeth believed to be lucky for her; or, with a

mind so occupied, she might have forgotten where she was. Reflection

must be reserved for solitary hours: whenever she was alone, she gave

way to it as the greatest relief; and not a day went by without a

solitary walk, in which she might indulge in all the delight of

unpleasant recollections.

Mr. Darcy’s letter she was in a fair way of soon knowing by heart. She

studied every sentence; and her feelings towards its writer were at

times widely different. When she remembered the style of his address,

she was still full of indignation: but when she considered how unjustly

she had condemned and upbraided him, her anger was turned against

herself; and his disappointed feelings became the object of compassion.

His attachment excited gratitude, his general character respect: but she

could not approve him; nor could she for a moment repent her refusal, or

feel the slightest inclination ever to see him again. In her own past

behaviour, there was a constant source of vexation and regret: and in

the unhappy defects of her family, a subject of yet heavier chagrin.

They were hopeless of remedy. Her father, contented with laughing at

them, would never exert himself to restrain the wild giddiness of his

youngest daughters; and her mother, with manners so far from right

herself, was entirely insensible of the evil. Elizabeth had frequently

united with Jane in an endeavour to check the imprudence of Catherine

and Lydia; but while they were supported by their mother’s indulgence,

what chance could there be of improvement? Catherine, weak-spirited,

irritable, and completely under Lydia’s guidance, had been always

affronted by their advice; and Lydia, self-willed and careless, would

scarcely give them a hearing. They were ignorant, idle, and vain. While

there was an officer in Meryton, they would flirt with him; and while

Meryton was within a walk of Longbourn, they would be going there for

ever.

Anxiety on Jane’s behalf was another prevailing concern; and Mr. Darcy’s

explanation, by restoring Bingley to all her former good opinion,

heightened the sense of what Jane had lost. His affection was proved to

have been sincere, and his conduct cleared of all blame, unless any

could attach to the implicitness of his confidence in his friend. How

grievous then was the thought that, of a situation so desirable in every

respect, so replete with advantage, so promising for happiness, Jane had

been deprived, by the folly and indecorum of her own family!

When to these recollections was added the development of Wickham’s

character, it may be easily believed that the happy spirits which had

seldom been depressed before were now so much affected as to make it

almost impossible for her to appear tolerably cheerful.

Their engagements at Rosings were as frequent during the last week of

her stay as they had been at first. The very last evening was spent

there; and her Ladyship again inquired minutely into the particulars of

their journey, gave them directions as to the best method of packing,

and was so urgent on the necessity of placing gowns in the only right

way, that Maria thought herself obliged, on her return, to undo all the

work of the morning, and pack her trunk afresh.

When they parted, Lady Catherine, with great condescension, wished them

a good journey, and invited them to come to Hunsford again next year;

and Miss de Bourgh exerted herself so far as to courtesy and hold out

her hand to both.

[Illustration:

“The elevation of his feelings.”

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