precision the degree of importance which is to appertain to this request, as well as the degree of
intimacy subsisting between the parties?"
"By all means," cried Bingley; "let us hear all the particulars, not forgetting their comparative
height and size; for that will have more weight in the argument, Miss Bennet, than you may be
aware of. I assure you, that if Darcy were not such a great tall fellow, in comparison with myself,
I should not pay him half so much deference. I declare I do not know a more awful object than
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Darcy, on particular occasions, and in particular places; at his own house especially, and of a
Sunday evening, when he has nothing to do."
Mr. Darcy smiled; but Elizabeth thought she could perceive that he was rather offended, and
therefore checked her laugh. Miss Bingley warmly resented the indignity he had received, in an
expostulation with her brother for talking such nonsense.
"I see your design, Bingley," said his friend. "You dislike an argument, and want to silence this."
"Perhaps I do. Arguments are too much like disputes. If you and Miss Bennet will defer yours till
I am out of the room, I shall be very thankful; and then you may say whatever you like of me."
"What you ask," said Elizabeth, "is no sacrifice on my side; and Mr. Darcy had much better
finish his letter."
Mr. Darcy took her advice, and did finish his letter.
When that business was over, he applied to Miss Bingley and Elizabeth for an indulgence of
some music. Miss Bingley moved with some alacrity to the pianoforte; and, after a polite request
that Elizabeth would lead the way which the other as politely and more earnestly negatived, she
seated herself.
Mrs. Hurst sang with her sister, and while they were thus employed, Elizabeth could not help
observing, as she turned over some music-books that lay on the instrument, how frequently Mr.
Darcy's eyes were fixed on her. She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of
admiration to so great a man; and yet that he should look at her because he disliked her, was still
more strange. She could only imagine, however, at last that she drew his notice because there
was something more wrong and reprehensible, according to his ideas of right, than in any other
person present. The supposition did not pain her. She liked him too little to care for his
approbation.
After playing some Italian songs, Miss Bingley varied the charm by a lively Scotch air; and soon
afterwards Mr. Darcy, drawing near Elizabeth, said to her:
"Do not you feel a great inclination, Miss Bennet, to seize such an opportunity of dancing a
reel?"
She smiled, but made no answer. He repeated the question, with some surprise at her silence.
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"Oh!" said she, "I heard you before, but I could not immediately determine what to say in reply.
You wanted me, I know, to say 'Yes,' that you might have the pleasure of despising my taste; but
I always delight in overthrowing those kind of schemes, and cheating a person of their
premeditated contempt. I have, therefore, made up my mind to tell you, that I do not want to
dance a reel at all—and now despise me if you dare."
"Indeed I do not dare."
Elizabeth, having rather expected to affront him, was amazed at his gallantry; but there was a
mixture of sweetness and archness in her manner which made it difficult for her to affront
anybody; and Darcy had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her. He really
believed, that were it not for the inferiority of her connections, he should be in some danger.
Miss Bingley saw, or suspected enough to be jealous; and her great anxiety for the recovery of
her dear friend Jane received some assistance from her desire of getting rid of Elizabeth.
She often tried to provoke Darcy into disliking her guest, by talking of their supposed marriage,
and planning his happiness in such an alliance.
"I hope," said she, as they were walking together in the shrubbery the next day, "you will give
your mother-in-law a few hints, when this desirable event takes place, as to the advantage of
holding her tongue; and if you can compass it, do sure the younger girls of running after officers.
And, if I may mention so delicate a subject, endeavour to check that little something, bordering
on conceit and impertinence, which your lady possesses."
"Have you anything else to propose for my domestic felicity?"
"Oh! yes. Do let the portraits of your uncle and aunt Phillips be placed in the gallery at
Pemberley. Put them next to your great-uncle the judge. They are in the same profession, you
know, only in different lines. As for your Elizabeth's picture, you must not have it taken, for
what painter could do justice to those beautiful eyes?"
"It would not be easy, indeed, to catch their expression, but their colour and shape, and the
eyelashes, so remarkably fine, might be copied."
At that moment they were met from another walk by Mrs. Hurst and Elizabeth herself.
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"I did not know that you intended to walk," said Miss Bingley, in some confusion, lest they had
been overheard.
"You used us abominably ill," answered Mrs. Hurst, "running away without telling us that you
were coming out."
Then taking the disengaged arm of Mr. Darcy, she left Elizabeth to walk by herself. The path just
admitted three. Mr. Darcy felt their rudeness, and immediately said:
"This walk is not wide enough for our party. We had better go into the avenue."
But Elizabeth, who had not the least inclination to remain with them, laughingly answered:
"No, no; stay where you are. You are charmingly grouped, and appear to uncommon advantage.
The picturesque would be spoilt by admitting a fourth. Good-bye."
She then ran gaily off, rejoicing as she rambled about, in the hope of being at home again in a
day or two. Jane was already so much recovered as to intend leaving her room for a couple of
hours that evening.
Chapter 11
When the ladies removed after dinner, Elizabeth ran up to her sister, and seeing her well guarded
from cold, attended her into the drawing-room, where she was welcomed by her two friends with
many professions of pleasure; and Elizabeth had never seen them so agreeable as they were
during the hour which passed before the gentlemen appeared. Their powers of conversation were
considerable. They could describe an entertainment with accuracy, relate an anecdote with
humour, and laugh at their acquaintance with spirit.
But when the gentlemen entered, Jane was no longer the first object; Miss Bingley's eyes were
instantly turned toward Darcy, and she had something to say to him before he had advanced
many steps. He addressed himself to Miss Bennet, with a polite congratulation; Mr. Hurst also
made her a slight bow, and said he was "very glad;" but diffuseness and warmth remained for
Bingley's salutation. He was full of joy and attention. The first half-hour was spent in piling up