Chương Chương 31 · 第31章

Colonel Fitzwilliam’s manners were very much admired at the Parsonage,

and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably to the pleasure of

their engagements at Rosings. It was some days, however, before they

received any invitation thither, for while there were visitors in the

house they could not be necessary; and it was not till Easter-day,

almost a week after the gentlemen’s arrival, that they were honoured by

such an attention, and then they were merely asked on leaving church to

come there in the evening. For the last week they had seen very little

of either Lady Catherine or her daughter. Colonel Fitzwilliam had called

at the Parsonage more than once during the time, but Mr. Darcy they had

only seen at church.

The invitation was accepted, of course, and at a proper hour they joined

the party in Lady Catherine’s drawing-room. Her Ladyship received them

civilly, but it was plain that their company was by no means so

acceptable as when she could get nobody else; and she was, in fact,

almost engrossed by her nephews, speaking to them, especially to Darcy,

much more than to any other person in the room.

Colonel Fitzwilliam seemed really glad to see them: anything was a

welcome relief to him at Rosings; and Mrs. Collins’s pretty friend had,

moreover, caught his fancy very much. He now seated himself by her, and

talked so agreeably of Kent and Hertfordshire, of travelling and staying

at home, of new books and music, that Elizabeth had never been half so

well entertained in that room before; and they conversed with so much

spirit and flow as to draw the attention of Lady Catherine herself, as

well as of Mr. Darcy. _His_ eyes had been soon and repeatedly turned

towards them with a look of curiosity; and that her Ladyship, after a

while, shared the feeling, was more openly acknowledged, for she did not

scruple to call out,--

“What is that you are saying, Fitzwilliam? What is it you are talking

of? What are you telling Miss Bennet? Let me hear what it is.”

“We were talking of music, madam,” said he, when no longer able to avoid

a reply.

“Of music! Then pray speak aloud. It is of all subjects my delight. I

must have my share in the conversation, if you are speaking of music.

There are few people in England, I suppose, who have more true

enjoyment of music than myself, or a better natural taste. If I had ever

learnt, I should have been a great proficient. And so would Anne, if her

health had allowed her to apply. I am confident that she would have

performed delightfully. How does Georgiana get on, Darcy?”

Mr. Darcy spoke with affectionate praise of his sister’s proficiency.

“I am very glad to hear such a good account of her,” said Lady

Catherine; “and pray tell her from me, that she cannot expect to excel,

if she does not practise a great deal.”

“I assure you, madam,” he replied, “that she does not need such advice.

She practises very constantly.”

“So much the better. It cannot be done too much; and when I next write

to her, I shall charge her not to neglect it on any account. I often

tell young ladies, that no excellence in music is to be acquired without

constant practice. I have told Miss Bennet several times, that she will

never play really well, unless she practises more; and though Mrs.

Collins has no instrument, she is very welcome, as I have often told

her, to come to Rosings every day, and play on the pianoforte in Mrs.

Jenkinson’s room. She would be in nobody’s way, you know, in that part

of the house.”

Mr. Darcy looked a little ashamed of his aunt’s ill-breeding, and made

no answer.

When coffee was over, Colonel Fitzwilliam reminded Elizabeth of having

promised to play to him; and she sat down directly to the instrument. He

drew a chair near her. Lady Catherine listened to half a song, and then

talked, as before, to her other nephew; till the latter walked away from

her, and moving with his usual deliberation towards the pianoforte,

stationed himself so as to command a full view of the fair performer’s

countenance. Elizabeth saw what he was doing, and at the first

convenient pause turned to him with an arch smile, and said,--

“You mean to frighten me, Mr. Darcy, by coming in all this state to hear

me. But I will not be alarmed, though your sister _does_ play so well.

There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at

the will of others. My courage always rises with every attempt to

intimidate me.”

“I shall not say that you are mistaken,” he replied, “because you could

not really believe me to entertain any design of alarming you; and I

have had the pleasure of your acquaintance long enough to know, that you

find great enjoyment in occasionally professing opinions which, in fact,

are not your own.”

Elizabeth laughed heartily at this picture of herself, and said to

Colonel Fitzwilliam, “Your cousin will give you a very pretty notion of

me, and teach you not to believe a word I say. I am particularly unlucky

in meeting with a person so well able to expose my real character, in a

part of the world where I had hoped to pass myself off with some degree

of credit. Indeed, Mr. Darcy, it is very ungenerous in you to mention

all that you knew to my disadvantage in Hertfordshire--and, give me

leave to say, very impolitic too--for it is provoking me to retaliate,

and such things may come out as will shock your relations to hear.”

“I am not afraid of you,” said he, smilingly.

“Pray let me hear what you have to accuse him of,” cried Colonel

Fitzwilliam. “I should like to know how he behaves among strangers.”

“You shall hear, then--but prepare for something very dreadful. The

first time of my ever seeing him in Hertfordshire, you must know, was at

a ball--and at this ball, what do you think he did? He danced only four

dances! I am sorry to pain you, but so it was. He danced only four

dances, though gentlemen were scarce; and, to my certain knowledge, more

than one young lady was sitting down in want of a partner. Mr. Darcy,

you cannot deny the fact.”

“I had not at that time the honour of knowing any lady in the assembly

beyond my own party.”

“True; and nobody can ever be introduced in a ball-room. Well, Colonel

Fitzwilliam, what do I play next? My fingers wait your orders.”

“Perhaps,” said Darcy, “I should have judged better had I sought an

introduction, but I am ill-qualified to recommend myself to strangers.”

“Shall we ask your cousin the reason of this?” said Elizabeth, still

addressing Colonel Fitzwilliam. “Shall we ask him why a man of sense and

education, and who has lived in the world, is ill-qualified to recommend

himself to strangers?”

“I can answer your question,” said Fitzwilliam, “without applying to

him. It is because he will not give himself the trouble.”

“I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,” said Darcy,

“of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot

catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their

concerns, as I often see done.”

“My fingers,” said Elizabeth, “do not move over this instrument in the

masterly manner which I see so many women’s do. They have not the same

force or rapidity, and do not produce the same expression. But then I

have always supposed it to be my own fault--because I would not take

the trouble of practising. It is not that I do not believe _my_ fingers

as capable as any other woman’s of superior execution.”

Darcy smiled and said, “You are perfectly right. You have employed your

time much better. No one admitted to the privilege of hearing you can

think anything wanting. We neither of us perform to strangers.”

Here they were interrupted by Lady Catherine, who called out to know

what they were talking of. Elizabeth immediately began playing again.

Lady Catherine approached, and, after listening for a few minutes, said

to Darcy,--

“Miss Bennet would not play at all amiss if she practised more, and

could have the advantage of a London master. She has a very good notion

of fingering, though her taste is not equal to Anne’s. Anne would have

been a delightful performer, had her health allowed her to learn.”

Elizabeth looked at Darcy, to see how cordially he assented to his

cousin’s praise: but neither at that moment nor at any other could she

discern any symptom of love; and from the whole of his behaviour to Miss

De Bourgh she derived this comfort for Miss Bingley, that he might have

been just as likely to marry _her_, had she been his relation.

Lady Catherine continued her remarks on Elizabeth’s performance, mixing

with them many instructions on execution and taste. Elizabeth received

them with all the forbearance of civility; and at the request of the

gentlemen remained at the instrument till her Ladyship’s carriage was

ready to take them all home.

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