enjoyment of it, Elizabeth supposed he must be often forgotten.
She had already learnt that Lady Catherine was still in the country. It was spoken of again while
they were at dinner, when Mr. Collins joining in, observed:
"Yes, Miss Elizabeth, you will have the honour of seeing Lady Catherine de Bourgh on the
ensuing Sunday at church, and I need not say you will be delighted with her. She is all affability
and condescension, and I doubt not but you will be honoured with some portion of her notice
when service is over. I have scarcely any hesitation in saying she will include you and my sister
Maria in every invitation with which she honours us during your stay here. Her behaviour to my
dear Charlotte is charming. We dine at Rosings twice every week, and are never allowed to walk
home. Her ladyship's carriage is regularly ordered for us. I SHOULD say, one of her ladyship's
carriages, for she has several."
"Lady Catherine is a very respectable, sensible woman indeed, added Charlotte, "and a most
attentive neighbour."
"Very true, my dear, that is exactly what I say. She is the sort of woman whom one cannot regard
with too much deference."
The evening was spent chiefly in talking over Hertfordshire news, and telling again what had
already been written; and when it closed, Elizabeth, in the solitude of her chamber, had to
meditate upon Charlotte's degree of contentment, to understand her address in guiding, and
composure in bearing with, her husband, and to acknowledge that it was all done very well. She
had also to anticipate how her visit would pass, the quiet tenor of their usual employments, the
vexatious interruptions of Mr. Collins, and the gaieties of their intercourse with Rosings. A lively
imagination soon settled it all.
About the middle of the next day, as she was in her room getting ready for a walk, a sudden
noise below seemed to speak the whole house in confusion; and, after listening a moment, she
heard somebody running upstairs in a violent hurry, and calling loudly after her. She opened the
door and met Maria in the landing place, who, breathless with agitation, cried out—
"Oh, my dear Eliza! pray make haste and come into the dining-room, for there is such a sight to
be seen! I will not tell you what it is. Make haste, and come down this moment."
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Elizabeth asked questions in vain; Maria would tell her nothing more, and down they ran into the
dining-room, which fronted the lane, in quest of this wonder; It was two ladies stopping in a low
phaeton at the garden gate.
"And is this all?" cried Elizabeth. "I expected at least that the pigs were got into the garden, and
here is nothing but Lady Catherine and her daughter."
"La! my dear," said Maria, quite shocked at the mistake, "it is not Lady Catherine. The old lady
is Mrs. Jenkinson, who lives with them; the other is Miss de Bourgh. Only look at her. She is
quite a little creature. Who would have thought that she could be so thin and small?"
"She is abominably rude to keep Charlotte out of doors in all this wind. Why does she not come
in?"
"Oh, Charlotte says she hardly ever does. It is the greatest of favours when Miss de Bourgh
comes in."
"I like her appearance," said Elizabeth, struck with other ideas. "She looks sickly and cross. Yes,
she will do for him very well. She will make him a very proper wife."
Mr. Collins and Charlotte were both standing at the gate in conversation with the ladies; and Sir
William, to Elizabeth's high diversion, was stationed in the doorway, in earnest contemplation of
the greatness before him, and constantly bowing whenever Miss de Bourgh looked that way.
At length there was nothing more to be said; the ladies drove on, and the others returned into the
house. Mr. Collins no sooner saw the two girls than he began to congratulate them on their good
fortune, which Charlotte explained by letting them know that the whole party was asked to dine
at Rosings the next day.
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Mr. Collins's triumph, in consequence of this invitation, was complete. The power of displaying
the grandeur of his patroness to his wondering visitors, and of letting them see her civility
towards himself and his wife, was exactly what he had wished for; and that an opportunity of
doing it should be given so soon, was such an instance of Lady Catherine's condescension, as he
knew not how to admire enough.
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"I confess," said he, "that I should not have been at all surprised by her ladyship's asking us on
Sunday to drink tea and spend the evening at Rosings. I rather expected, from my knowledge of
her affability, that it would happen. But who could have foreseen such an attention as this? Who
could have imagined that we should receive an invitation to dine there (an invitation, moreover,
including the whole party) so immediately after your arrival!"
"I am the less surprised at what has happened," replied Sir William, "from that knowledge of
what the manners of the great really are, which my situation in life has allowed me to acquire.
About the court, such instances of elegant breeding are not uncommon."
Scarcely anything was talked of the whole day or next morning but their visit to Rosings. Mr.
Collins was carefully instructing them in what they were to expect, that the sight of such rooms,
so many servants, and so splendid a dinner, might not wholly overpower them.
When the ladies were separating for the toilette, he said to Elizabeth—
"Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel. Lady Catherine is far from
requiring that elegance of dress in us which becomes herself and her daughter. I would advise
you merely to put on whatever of your clothes is superior to the rest—there is no occasion for
anything more. Lady Catherine will not think the worse of you for being simply dressed. She
likes to have the distinction of rank preserved."
While they were dressing, he came two or three times to their different doors, to recommend
their being quick, as Lady Catherine very much objected to be kept waiting for her dinner. Such
formidable accounts of her ladyship, and her manner of living, quite frightened Maria Lucas who
had been little used to company, and she looked forward to her introduction at Rosings with as
much apprehension as her father had done to his presentation at St. James's.
As the weather was fine, they had a pleasant walk of about half a mile across the park. Every
park has its beauty and its prospects; and Elizabeth saw much to be pleased with, though she
could not be in such raptures as Mr. Collins expected the scene to inspire, and was but slightly
affected by his enumeration of the windows in front of the house, and his relation of what the
glazing altogether had originally cost Sir Lewis de Bourgh.
When they ascended the steps to the hall, Maria's alarm was every moment increasing, and even
Sir William did not look perfectly calm. Elizabeth's courage did not fail her. She had heard