
                    PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

                       vol. 2

                     chapter 17



ELIZABETH's impatience to acquaint Jane with what had
happened could no longer be overcome; and at length resolv-
ing to suppress every particular in which her sister was con-
cerned, and preparing her to be surprised, she related to her
the next morning the chief of the scene between Mr. Darcy
and herself.
Miss Bennet's astonishment was soon lessened by the
strong sisterly partiality which made any admiration of Eliza-
beth appear perfectly natural; and all surprise was shortly
lost in other feelings.  She was sorry that Mr. Darcy should
have delivered his sentiments in a manner so little suited to
recommend them; but still more was she grieved for the un-
happiness which her sister's refusal must have given him.
"His being so sure of succeeding, was wrong," said she; "and
certainly ought not to have appeared; but consider how much
it must increase his disappointment."
"Indeed," replied Elizabeth, "I am heartily sorry for him;
but he has other feelings which will probably soon drive away
his regard for me.  You do not blame me, however, for refus-
ing him?"
"Blame you!  Oh, no."
"But you blame me for having spoken so warmly of
Wickham."
"No -- I do not know that you were wrong in saying what
you did."
"But you will know it, when I have told you what happened
the very next day."
She then spoke of the letter, repeating the whole of its con-
tents as far as they concerned George Wickham.  What a stroke
was this for poor Jane!  who would willingly have gone through
the world without believing that so much wickedness existed
in the whole race of mankind, as was here collected in one
indivldual.  Nor was Darcy's vindication, though grateful to
her feelings, capable of consoling her for such discovery.
Most earnestly did she labour to prove the probability of error,
and seek to clear one, without involving the other.
"This will not do," said Elizabeth.  "You never will be able
to make both of them good for any thing.  Take your choice,
but you must be satisfied with only one.  There is but such a
quantity of merit between them; just enough to make one
good sort of man; and of late it has been shifting about pretty
much.  For my part, I am inclined to believe it all Mr. Darcy's,
but you shall do as you chuse."
It was some time, however, before a smile could be extorted
from Jane.
"I do not know when I have been more shocked," said she.
"Wickham so very bad!  It is almost past belief.  And poor Mr.
Darcy!  dear Lizzy, only consider what he must have suffered.
Such a disappointment!  and with the knowledge of your ill
opinion too!  and having to relate such a thing of his sister!
It is really too distressing.  I am sure you must feel it so."
"Oh!  no, my regret and compassion are all done away by
seeing you so full of both.  I know you will do him such ample
justice, that I am growing every moment more unconcerned
and indifferent.  Your profusion makes me saving; and if you
lament over him much longer, my heart will be as light as a
feather."
"Poor Wickham; there is such an expression of goodness
in his countenance!  such an openness and gentleness in his
manner."
"There certainly was some great mismanagement in the
education of those two young men.  One has got all the good-
ness, and the other all the appearance of it."
"I never thought Mr. Darcy so deficient in the appearance
of it as you used to do."
"And yet I meant to be uncommonly clever in taking so
decided a dislike to him, without any reason.  It is such a spur
to one's genius, such an opening for wit to have a dislike of
that kind.  One may be continually abusive without saying any
thing just; but one cannot be always laughing at a man with-
out now and then stumbling on something witty."
"Lizzy when you first read that letter, I am sure you could
not treat the matter as you do now."
"Indeed I could not.  I was uncomfortable enough.  I was
very uncomfortable, I may say unhappy.  And with no one to
speak to, of what I felt, no Jane to comfort me and say that I
had not been so very weak and vain and nonsensical as I knew
I had!  Oh!  how I wanted you!"
"How unfortunate that you should have used such very
strong expressions in speaking of Wickham to Mr. Darcy,
for now they do appear wholly undeserved."
"Certainly.  But the misfortune of speaking with bitterness,
is a most natural consequence of the prejudices I had been
encouraging.  There is one point, on which I want your advice.
I want to be told whether I ought, or ought not to make our
acquaintance in general understand Wickham's character."
Miss Bennet paused a little and then replied, "Surely there
can be no occasion for exposing him so dreadfully.  What is
your own opinion?"
"That it ought not to be attempted.  Mr. Darcy has not
authorised me to make his communication public.  On the
contrary every particular relative to his sister, was meant to
be kept as much as possible to myself; and if I endeavour to
undeceive people as to the rest of his conduct, who will
believe me?  The general prejudice against Mr. Darcy is so
violent, that it would be the death of half the good people in
Meryton, to attempt to place him in an amiable light.  I am
not equal to it.  Wickham will soon be gone; and therefore it
will not signify to anybody here, what he really is.  Sometime
hence it will be all found out, and then we may laugh at their
stupidity in not knowing it before.  At present I will say
nothing about it."
"You are quite right.  To have his errors made public might
ruin him for ever.  He is now perhaps sorry for what he has
done, and anxious to re-establish a character.  We must not
make him desperate."
The tumult of Elizabeth's mind was allayed by this con-
versation.  She had got rid of two of the secrets which had
weighed on her for a fortnight, and was certain of a willing
listener in Jane, whenever she might wish to talk again of
either.  But there was still something lurking behind, of which
prudence forbad the disclosure.  She dared not relate the other
half of Mr. Darcy's letter, nor explain to her sister how
sincerely she had been valued by his friend.  Here was know-
ledge in which no one could partake; and she was sensible that
nothing less than a perfect understanding between the parties
could justify her in throwing off this last incumbrance of
mystery.  "And then," said she, "if that very improbable event
should ever take place, I shall merely be able to tell what
Bingley may tell in a much more agreeable manner himself.
The liberty of communication cannot be mine till it has lost
all its value!"
She was now, on being settled at home, at leisure to observe
the real state of her sister's spirits.  Jane was not happy.  She
still cherished a very tender affection for Bingley.  Having
never even fancied herself in love before, her regard had all
the warmth of first attachment, and from her age and dis-
position, greater steadiness than first attachments often boast;
and so fervently did she value his remembrance, and prefer
him to every other man, that all her good sense, and all her
attention to the feelings of her friends, were requisite to check
the indulgence of those regrets, which must have been
injurious to her own health and their tranquillity.
"Well, Lizzy," said Mrs. Bennet one day, "what is your
opinion now of this sad business of Jane's?  For my part, I
am determined never to speak of it again to anybody.  I told
my sister Philips so the other day.  But I cannot find out that
Jane saw any thing of him in London.  Well, he is a very un-
deserving young man -- and I do not suppose there is the least
chance in the world of her ever getting him now.  There is no
talk of his coming to Netherfield again in the summer; and
I have enquired of every body too, who is likely to know."
"I do not believe that he will ever live at Netherfield
any more."
"Oh, well!  it is just as he chooses.  Nobody wants him to
come.  Though I shall always say that he used my daughter
extremely ill; and if I was her, I would not have put up with
it.  Well, my comfort is, I am sure Jane will die of a broken
heart, and then he will be sorry for what he has done."
But as Elizabeth could not receive comfort from any such
expectation, she made no answer.
"Well, Lizzy," continued her mother soon afterwards, "and
so the Collinses live very comfortable, do they?  Well, well,
I only hope it will last.  And what sort of table do they keep?
.. <charlotte is an excellent manager, I dare say.  If she is half as
sharp as her mother, she is saving enough.  There is nothing
extravagant in their housekeeping, I dare say."
"No, nothing at all."
"A great deal of good management, depend upon it.  Yes,
yes.  They will take care not to outrun their income.  They will
never be distressed for money.  Well, much good may it do
them!  And so, I suppose, they often talk of having Longbourn
when your father is dead.  They look upon it quite as their own,
I dare say, whenever that happens."
"It was a subject which they could not mention before me,"
"No.  It would have been strange if they had.  But I make no
doubt, they often talk of it between themselves.  Well, if they
can be easy with an estate that is not lawfully their own, so
much the better.  I should be ashamed of having one that was
only entailed on me."
