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<h2> Chapter 32 </h2>
<p>Elizabeth was sitting by herself the next morning, and writing to Jane
while Mrs. Collins and Maria were gone on business into the village, when
she was startled by a ring at the door, the certain signal of a visitor.
As she had heard no carriage, she thought it not unlikely to be Lady
Catherine, and under that apprehension was putting away her half-finished
letter that she might escape all impertinent questions, when the door
opened, and, to her very great surprise, Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Darcy only,
entered the room.</p>
<p>He seemed astonished too on finding her alone, and apologised for his
intrusion by letting her know that he had understood all the ladies were
to be within.</p>
<p>They then sat down, and when her inquiries after Rosings were made, seemed
in danger of sinking into total silence. It was absolutely necessary,
therefore, to think of something, and in this emergence recollecting <i>when</i>
she had seen him last in Hertfordshire, and feeling curious to know what
he would say on the subject of their hasty departure, she observed:</p>
<p>"How very suddenly you all quitted Netherfield last November, Mr. Darcy!
It must have been a most agreeable surprise to Mr. Bingley to see you all
after him so soon; for, if I recollect right, he went but the day before.
He and his sisters were well, I hope, when you left London?"</p>
<p>"Perfectly so, I thank you."</p>
<p>She found that she was to receive no other answer, and, after a short
pause added:</p>
<p>"I think I have understood that Mr. Bingley has not much idea of ever
returning to Netherfield again?"</p>
<p>"I have never heard him say so; but it is probable that he may spend very
little of his time there in the future. He has many friends, and is at a
time of life when friends and engagements are continually increasing."</p>
<p>"If he means to be but little at Netherfield, it would be better for the
neighbourhood that he should give up the place entirely, for then we might
possibly get a settled family there. But, perhaps, Mr. Bingley did not
take the house so much for the convenience of the neighbourhood as for his
own, and we must expect him to keep it or quit it on the same principle."</p>
<p>"I should not be surprised," said Darcy, "if he were to give it up as soon
as any eligible purchase offers."</p>
<p>Elizabeth made no answer. She was afraid of talking longer of his friend;
and, having nothing else to say, was now determined to leave the trouble
of finding a subject to him.</p>
<p>He took the hint, and soon began with, "This seems a very comfortable
house. Lady Catherine, I believe, did a great deal to it when Mr. Collins
first came to Hunsford."</p>
<p>"I believe she did—and I am sure she could not have bestowed her
kindness on a more grateful object."</p>
<p>"Mr. Collins appears to be very fortunate in his choice of a wife."</p>
<p>"Yes, indeed, his friends may well rejoice in his having met with one of
the very few sensible women who would have accepted him, or have made him
happy if they had. My friend has an excellent understanding—though I
am not certain that I consider her marrying Mr. Collins as the wisest
thing she ever did. She seems perfectly happy, however, and in a
prudential light it is certainly a very good match for her."</p>
<p>"It must be very agreeable for her to be settled within so easy a distance
of her own family and friends."</p>
<p>"An easy distance, do you call it? It is nearly fifty miles."</p>
<p>"And what is fifty miles of good road? Little more than half a day's
journey. Yes, I call it a <i>very</i> easy distance."</p>
<p>"I should never have considered the distance as one of the <i>advantages</i>
of the match," cried Elizabeth. "I should never have said Mrs. Collins was
settled <i>near</i> her family."</p>
<p>"It is a proof of your own attachment to Hertfordshire. Anything beyond
the very neighbourhood of Longbourn, I suppose, would appear far."</p>
<p>As he spoke there was a sort of smile which Elizabeth fancied she
understood; he must be supposing her to be thinking of Jane and
Netherfield, and she blushed as she answered:</p>
<p>"I do not mean to say that a woman may not be settled too near her family.
The far and the near must be relative, and depend on many varying
circumstances. Where there is fortune to make the expenses of travelling
unimportant, distance becomes no evil. But that is not the case <i>here</i>.
Mr. and Mrs. Collins have a comfortable income, but not such a one as will
allow of frequent journeys—and I am persuaded my friend would not
call herself <i>near</i> her family under less than <i>half</i> the
present distance."</p>
<p>Mr. Darcy drew his chair a little towards her, and said, "<i>You</i>
cannot have a right to such very strong local attachment. <i>You</i>
cannot have been always at Longbourn."</p>
<p>Elizabeth looked surprised. The gentleman experienced some change of
feeling; he drew back his chair, took a newspaper from the table, and
glancing over it, said, in a colder voice:</p>
<p>"Are you pleased with Kent?"</p>
<p>A short dialogue on the subject of the country ensued, on either side calm
and concise—and soon put an end to by the entrance of Charlotte and
her sister, just returned from her walk. The tete-a-tete surprised them.
Mr. Darcy related the mistake which had occasioned his intruding on Miss
Bennet, and after sitting a few minutes longer without saying much to
anybody, went away.</p>
<p>"What can be the meaning of this?" said Charlotte, as soon as he was gone.
"My dear, Eliza, he must be in love with you, or he would never have
called us in this familiar way."</p>
<p>But when Elizabeth told of his silence; it did not seem very likely, even
to Charlotte's wishes, to be the case; and after various conjectures, they
could at last only suppose his visit to proceed from the difficulty of
finding anything to do, which was the more probable from the time of year.
All field sports were over. Within doors there was Lady Catherine, books,
and a billiard-table, but gentlemen cannot always be within doors; and in
the nearness of the Parsonage, or the pleasantness of the walk to it, or
of the people who lived in it, the two cousins found a temptation from
this period of walking thither almost every day. They called at various
times of the morning, sometimes separately, sometimes together, and now
and then accompanied by their aunt. It was plain to them all that Colonel
Fitzwilliam came because he had pleasure in their society, a persuasion
which of course recommended him still more; and Elizabeth was reminded by
her own satisfaction in being with him, as well as by his evident
admiration of her, of her former favourite George Wickham; and though, in
comparing them, she saw there was less captivating softness in Colonel
Fitzwilliam's manners, she believed he might have the best informed mind.</p>
<p>But why Mr. Darcy came so often to the Parsonage, it was more difficult to
understand. It could not be for society, as he frequently sat there ten
minutes together without opening his lips; and when he did speak, it
seemed the effect of necessity rather than of choice—a sacrifice to
propriety, not a pleasure to himself. He seldom appeared really animated.
Mrs. Collins knew not what to make of him. Colonel Fitzwilliam's
occasionally laughing at his stupidity, proved that he was generally
different, which her own knowledge of him could not have told her; and as
she would liked to have believed this change the effect of love, and the
object of that love her friend Eliza, she set herself seriously to work to
find it out. She watched him whenever they were at Rosings, and whenever
he came to Hunsford; but without much success. He certainly looked at her
friend a great deal, but the expression of that look was disputable. It
was an earnest, steadfast gaze, but she often doubted whether there were
much admiration in it, and sometimes it seemed nothing but absence of
mind.</p>
<p>She had once or twice suggested to Elizabeth the possibility of his being
partial to her, but Elizabeth always laughed at the idea; and Mrs. Collins
did not think it right to press the subject, from the danger of raising
expectations which might only end in disappointment; for in her opinion it
admitted not of a doubt, that all her friend's dislike would vanish, if
she could suppose him to be in her power.</p>
<p>In her kind schemes for Elizabeth, she sometimes planned her marrying
Colonel Fitzwilliam. He was beyond comparison the most pleasant man; he
certainly admired her, and his situation in life was most eligible; but,
to counterbalance these advantages, Mr. Darcy had considerable patronage
in the church, and his cousin could have none at all.</p>
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<h2> Chapter 33 </h2>
<p>More than once did Elizabeth, in her ramble within the park, unexpectedly
meet Mr. Darcy. She felt all the perverseness of the mischance that should
bring him where no one else was brought, and, to prevent its ever
happening again, took care to inform him at first that it was a favourite
haunt of hers. How it could occur a second time, therefore, was very odd!
Yet it did, and even a third. It seemed like wilful ill-nature, or a
voluntary penance, for on these occasions it was not merely a few formal
inquiries and an awkward pause and then away, but he actually thought it
necessary to turn back and walk with her. He never said a great deal, nor
did she give herself the trouble of talking or of listening much; but it
struck her in the course of their third rencontre that he was asking some
odd unconnected questions—about her pleasure in being at Hunsford,
her love of solitary walks, and her opinion of Mr. and Mrs. Collins's
happiness; and that in speaking of Rosings and her not perfectly
understanding the house, he seemed to expect that whenever she came into
Kent again she would be staying <i>there</i> too. His words seemed to
imply it. Could he have Colonel Fitzwilliam in his thoughts? She supposed,
if he meant anything, he must mean an allusion to what might arise in that
quarter. It distressed her a little, and she was quite glad to find
herself at the gate in the pales opposite the Parsonage.</p>
<p>She was engaged one day as she walked, in perusing Jane's last letter, and
dwelling on some passages which proved that Jane had not written in
spirits, when, instead of being again surprised by Mr. Darcy, she saw on
looking up that Colonel Fitzwilliam was meeting her. Putting away the
letter immediately and forcing a smile, she said:</p>
<p>"I did not know before that you ever walked this way."</p>
<p>"I have been making the tour of the park," he replied, "as I generally do
every year, and intend to close it with a call at the Parsonage. Are you
going much farther?"</p>
<p>"No, I should have turned in a moment."</p>
<p>And accordingly she did turn, and they walked towards the Parsonage
together.</p>
<p>"Do you certainly leave Kent on Saturday?" said she.</p>
<p>"Yes—if Darcy does not put it off again. But I am at his disposal.
He arranges the business just as he pleases."</p>
<p>"And if not able to please himself in the arrangement, he has at least
pleasure in the great power of choice. I do not know anybody who seems
more to enjoy the power of doing what he likes than Mr. Darcy."</p>
<p>"He likes to have his own way very well," replied Colonel Fitzwilliam.
"But so we all do. It is only that he has better means of having it than
many others, because he is rich, and many others are poor. I speak
feelingly. A younger son, you know, must be inured to self-denial and
dependence."</p>
<p>"In my opinion, the younger son of an earl can know very little of either.
Now seriously, what have you ever known of self-denial and dependence?
When have you been prevented by want of money from going wherever you
chose, or procuring anything you had a fancy for?"</p>
<p>"These are home questions—and perhaps I cannot say that I have
experienced many hardships of that nature. But in matters of greater
weight, I may suffer from want of money. Younger sons cannot marry where
they like."</p>
<p>"Unless where they like women of fortune, which I think they very often
do."</p>
<p>"Our habits of expense make us too dependent, and there are not many in my
rank of life who can afford to marry without some attention to money."</p>
<p>"Is this," thought Elizabeth, "meant for me?" and she coloured at the
idea; but, recovering herself, said in a lively tone, "And pray, what is
the usual price of an earl's younger son? Unless the elder brother is very
sickly, I suppose you would not ask above fifty thousand pounds."</p>
<p>He answered her in the same style, and the subject dropped. To interrupt a
silence which might make him fancy her affected with what had passed, she
soon afterwards said:</p>
<p>"I imagine your cousin brought you down with him chiefly for the sake of
having someone at his disposal. I wonder he does not marry, to secure a
lasting convenience of that kind. But, perhaps, his sister does as well
for the present, and, as she is under his sole care, he may do what he
likes with her."</p>
<p>"No," said Colonel Fitzwilliam, "that is an advantage which he must divide
with me. I am joined with him in the guardianship of Miss Darcy."</p>
<p>"Are you indeed? And pray what sort of guardians do you make? Does your
charge give you much trouble? Young ladies of her age are sometimes a
little difficult to manage, and if she has the true Darcy spirit, she may
like to have her own way."</p>
<p>As she spoke she observed him looking at her earnestly; and the manner in
which he immediately asked her why she supposed Miss Darcy likely to give
them any uneasiness, convinced her that she had somehow or other got
pretty near the truth. She directly replied:</p>
<p>"You need not be frightened. I never heard any harm of her; and I dare say
she is one of the most tractable creatures in the world. She is a very
great favourite with some ladies of my acquaintance, Mrs. Hurst and Miss
Bingley. I think I have heard you say that you know them."</p>
<p>"I know them a little. Their brother is a pleasant gentlemanlike man—he
is a great friend of Darcy's."</p>
<p>"Oh! yes," said Elizabeth drily; "Mr. Darcy is uncommonly kind to Mr.
Bingley, and takes a prodigious deal of care of him."</p>
<p>"Care of him! Yes, I really believe Darcy <i>does</i> take care of him in
those points where he most wants care. From something that he told me in
our journey hither, I have reason to think Bingley very much indebted to
him. But I ought to beg his pardon, for I have no right to suppose that
Bingley was the person meant. It was all conjecture."</p>
<p>"What is it you mean?"</p>
<p>"It is a circumstance which Darcy could not wish to be generally known,
because if it were to get round to the lady's family, it would be an
unpleasant thing."</p>
<p>"You may depend upon my not mentioning it."</p>
<p>"And remember that I have not much reason for supposing it to be Bingley.
What he told me was merely this: that he congratulated himself on having
lately saved a friend from the inconveniences of a most imprudent
marriage, but without mentioning names or any other particulars, and I
only suspected it to be Bingley from believing him the kind of young man
to get into a scrape of that sort, and from knowing them to have been
together the whole of last summer."</p>
<p>"Did Mr. Darcy give you reasons for this interference?"</p>
<p>"I understood that there were some very strong objections against the
lady."</p>
<p>"And what arts did he use to separate them?"</p>
<p>"He did not talk to me of his own arts," said Fitzwilliam, smiling. "He
only told me what I have now told you."</p>
<p>Elizabeth made no answer, and walked on, her heart swelling with
indignation. After watching her a little, Fitzwilliam asked her why she
was so thoughtful.</p>
<p>"I am thinking of what you have been telling me," said she. "Your cousin's
conduct does not suit my feelings. Why was he to be the judge?"</p>
<p>"You are rather disposed to call his interference officious?"</p>
<p>"I do not see what right Mr. Darcy had to decide on the propriety of his
friend's inclination, or why, upon his own judgement alone, he was to
determine and direct in what manner his friend was to be happy. But," she
continued, recollecting herself, "as we know none of the particulars, it
is not fair to condemn him. It is not to be supposed that there was much
affection in the case."</p>
<p>"That is not an unnatural surmise," said Fitzwilliam, "but it is a
lessening of the honour of my cousin's triumph very sadly."</p>
<p>This was spoken jestingly; but it appeared to her so just a picture of Mr.
Darcy, that she would not trust herself with an answer, and therefore,
abruptly changing the conversation talked on indifferent matters until
they reached the Parsonage. There, shut into her own room, as soon as
their visitor left them, she could think without interruption of all that
she had heard. It was not to be supposed that any other people could be
meant than those with whom she was connected. There could not exist in the
world <i>two</i> men over whom Mr. Darcy could have such boundless
influence. That he had been concerned in the measures taken to separate
Bingley and Jane she had never doubted; but she had always attributed to
Miss Bingley the principal design and arrangement of them. If his own
vanity, however, did not mislead him, <i>he</i> was the cause, his pride
and caprice were the cause, of all that Jane had suffered, and still
continued to suffer. He had ruined for a while every hope of happiness for
the most affectionate, generous heart in the world; and no one could say
how lasting an evil he might have inflicted.</p>
<p>"There were some very strong objections against the lady," were Colonel
Fitzwilliam's words; and those strong objections probably were, her having
one uncle who was a country attorney, and another who was in business in
London.</p>
<p>"To Jane herself," she exclaimed, "there could be no possibility of
objection; all loveliness and goodness as she is!—her understanding
excellent, her mind improved, and her manners captivating. Neither could
anything be urged against my father, who, though with some peculiarities,
has abilities Mr. Darcy himself need not disdain, and respectability which
he will probably never reach." When she thought of her mother, her
confidence gave way a little; but she would not allow that any objections
<i>there</i> had material weight with Mr. Darcy, whose pride, she was
convinced, would receive a deeper wound from the want of importance in his
friend's connections, than from their want of sense; and she was quite
decided, at last, that he had been partly governed by this worst kind of
pride, and partly by the wish of retaining Mr. Bingley for his sister.</p>
<p>The agitation and tears which the subject occasioned, brought on a
headache; and it grew so much worse towards the evening, that, added to
her unwillingness to see Mr. Darcy, it determined her not to attend her
cousins to Rosings, where they were engaged to drink tea. Mrs. Collins,
seeing that she was really unwell, did not press her to go and as much as
possible prevented her husband from pressing her; but Mr. Collins could
not conceal his apprehension of Lady Catherine's being rather displeased
by her staying at home.</p>
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