Chapter X

THE DAY PASSED much as the day before had done. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley had spent some hours of the morning with the invalid, who continued, though slowly, to mend; and in the evening Elizabeth joined their party in the drawing-room. The loo-table, however, did not appear. Mr. Darcy was writing, and Miss Bingley, seated near him, was watching the progress of his letter, and repeatedly calling off his attention by messages to his sister. Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were at piquet, and Mrs. Hurst was observing their game.

Elizabeth took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused in attending to what passed between Darcy and his companion. The perpetual commendations of the lady, either on his handwriting or on the evenness of his lines, or on the length of his letter, with the perfect unconcern with which her praises were received, formed a curious dialogue, and was exactly in unison with her opinion of each.

“How delighted Miss Darcy will be to receive such a letter!”

He made no answer.

“You write uncommonly fast.”

“You are mistaken; I write rather slowly.”

“How many letters you must have occasion to write in the course of a year! Letters of business, too! How odious I should think them!”

“It is fortunate, then, that they fall to my lot instead of to yours.”

“Pray tell your sister that I long to see her.”

“I have already told her so once, by your desire.”

“I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens remarkably well.”

“Thank you, but I always mend my own.”

“How can you contrive to write so even?”

He was silent.

“Tell your sister I am delighted to hear of her improvement on the harp, and pray let her know that I am quite in raptures with her beautiful little design for a table, and I think it infinitely superior to Miss Grantley's.”

“Will you give me leave to defer your raptures till I write again? At present I have not room to do them justice.”

“Oh, it is of no consequence. I shall see her in January. But do you always write such charming long letters to her, Mr. Darcy?”

“They are generally long—but whether always charming, it is not for me to determine.”

“It is a rule with me, that a person who can write a long letter with ease cannot write ill.”

“That will not do for a compliment to Darcy, Caroline,” cried her brother, “because he does not write with ease. He studies too much for words of four syllables. Do not you, Darcy?”

“My style of writing is very different from yours.”

“Oh,” cried Miss Bingley, “Charles writes in the most careless way imaginable. He leaves out half of his words, and blots the rest.”

“My ideas flow so rapidly that I have not time to express them; by which means my letters sometimes convey no ideas at all to my correspondents.”

“Your humility, Mr. Bingley,” said Elizabeth, “must disarm proof.”

“Nothing is more deceitful,” said Darcy, “than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.”

“And which of the two do you call my little recent piece of modesty?”

“The indirect boast; for you are really proud of your defects in writing, because you consider them as proceeding from a rapidity of thought and carelessness of execution, which, if not estimable, you think at least highly interesting. The power of doing anything with quickness is always much prized by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance. When you told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you ever resolved on quitting Netherfield, you should be gone in five minutes, you meant it to be a sort of panegyric, of compliment to yourself; and yet what is there so very laudable in a precipitance which must leave very necessary business undone, and be of no real advantage to yourself or anyone else?”

“Nay,” cried Bingley, “this is too much to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning. And yet, upon my honor, I believe what I said of myself to be true, and I believe it at this moment. At least, therefore, I did not assume the character of needless precipitance merely to show off before the ladies.”

“I dare say you believed it; but I am by no means convinced that you would be gone with such celerity. Your conduct would be quite as dependent on chance as that of any man I know; and if, as you were mounting your horse, a friend were to say, ‘Bingley, you had better stay till next week,’ you would probably do it—you would probably not go—and, at another word, might stay a month.”

“You have only proved by this,” cried Elizabeth, “that Mr. Bingley did not do justice to his own disposition. You have shown him off now much more than he did himself.”

“I am exceedingly gratified,” said Bingley, “by your converting what my friend says into a compliment on the sweetness of my temper. But I am afraid you are giving it a turn which that gentleman did by no means intend; for he would certainly think better of me if, under such a circumstance, I were to give a flat denial, and ride off as fast as I could.”

“Would Mr. Darcy then consider the rashness of your original intention as atoned for by your obstinacy in adhering to it?”

“Upon my word I cannot exactly explain the matter—Darcy must explain for himself.”

“You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have not acknowledged. Allowing the case, however, to stand according to your representation, you must remember, Miss Bennet, that the friend who is supposed to desire his return to the house, and the delay of his plan, has merely desired it, asked it without offering one argument in favor of its propriety.”

“To yield readily—easily—to the persuasion of a friend is no merit with you.”

“To yield without conviction is no compliment to the understanding of either.”

“You appear to me, Mr. Darcy, to allow nothing for the influence of friendship and affection. A regard for the requester would often make one readily yield to a request, without waiting for arguments to reason one into it. I am not particularly speaking of such a case as you have supposed about Mr. Bingley. We may as well wait, perhaps, till the circumstance occurs, before we discuss the discretion of his behavior thereupon. But in general and ordinary cases, between friend and friend, where one of them is desired by the other to change a resolution of no very great moment, should you think ill of that person for complying with the desire without waiting to be argued into it?”

“Will it not be advisable, before we proceed on this subject, to arrange with rather more 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 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 the indulgence of some music. Miss Bingley moved with 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 a something about her more wrong and reprehensible, according to his ideas of right, than in any other person present. This 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 afterward Mr. Darcy, drawing near Elizabeth, said to her:

“Do you not 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.

“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, to cure the younger girls of running after the officers. And, if I may mention so delicate a subject, endeavor 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 Philips 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 attempt to 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 color 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.

“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 slightest 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 spoiled by admitting a fourth. Good-by.”

She then ran gayly 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.

Footnotes

  1. Mr. Darcy continues to be sarcastic in his conversations with Miss Bingley. He is fully aware of her jealousy towards Elizabeth and seems to be amused by her suggestions for his domestic happiness.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  2. Miss Bingley tries to convince Mr. Darcy that he would be miserable if he married Elizabeth Bennet. She does so, however, by sarcastically inviting him to imagine finding happiness in correcting Mrs. Bennet's horrible manners, the youngest Bennet sisters' obsession with officers, and Elizabeth's "'conceit and impertinence.'" Miss Bingley suggests that Mr. Darcy will have to correct these flaws or be disgraced by them.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  3. Mr. Darcy's pragmatic approach to forming attachments is especially apparent here. He hasn't met a woman like Elizabeth before; she is intelligent, witty, and challenges him. He is "bewitched"; if she were of his class, he would be in danger of being overwhelmed—but not by passion. Reason-driven Mr. Darcy would be overwhelmed by objective reasons to marry her.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  4. Mr. Darcy is either surprised that any woman (much less one of the Bennet sisters) would refrain from jumping at the opportunity to dance with him, or that Elizabeth is behaving in an unfriendly way at all. Mr. Darcy seems oblivious to feelings and focuses more on reason and observation; Elizabeth, while certainly sarcastic, is otherwise polite towards him. He may not realize how much she dislikes him.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  5. Though Elizabeth clearly dislikes Mr. Darcy, she is fully aware of his power and status. Her disdain for him in the face of this knowledge suggests that she places very little value on wealth and prestige; however, she may also be allowing her negative feelings to impact her judgment instead of recognizing the opportunity inherent in being admired by a man like Mr. Darcy.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  6. Elizabeth prioritizes emotion over reason, while Mr. Darcy favors reason over emotion—and both tend to misinterpret social situations because of it. Elizabeth's negative feelings blind her to Mr. Darcy's true character because she always interprets his actions as snobbishness and isn't open to any other possibility. Mr. Darcy's insistence on rationality blinds him to people's feelings; he can't imagine a scenario where being guided by emotion can lead a person to make a wise decision.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  7. Elizabeth suggests that Mr. Darcy's criticism is unduly harsh and potentially unreasonable. If Mr. Bingley is rash in his decision-making, it would be wise for him to at least listen to someone else's advice. Mr. Darcy seems to suggest that it would be better for Mr. Bingley to obstinately stick to his resolve even if his plans are foolish.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  8. Mr. Darcy suggests that Mr. Bingley isn't consistently in control of his actions and is particularly susceptible to being influenced. Mr. Darcy hints at his own profound influence over Mr. Bingley and the role his influence will play later in the novel. Mr. Bingley doesn't seem to be a man of conviction; only a man of intense feelings who can be easily swayed.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  9. Mr. Darcy argues that Mr. Bingley takes pride in his "rapidity of thought" because he thinks that, at the very least, he is being "highly interesting." Mr. Darcy insists that impetuosity is actually irresponsible because it "must leave very necessary business undone" and doesn't offer any real advantages.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  10. Both Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy agree that Mr. Bingley's humility isn't genuine. As usual, Elizabeth is playful and succinct in her observation, while Mr. Darcy is serious and a bit patronizing. Mr. Darcy's eloquence hints at his tendency to take himself too seriously (that is, his pridefulness).

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  11. Mr. Bingley is impetuous. Most of his judgments are made on a whim: he looked at Netherfield for only a half hour before deciding to rent it, and told Mrs. Bennet that he could easily leave on a moment's notice.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  12. Mr. Darcy, like Mr. Bennet, is sarcastically polite–though he doesn't tease in the way Mr. Bennet does. Mr. Darcy tolerates Miss Bingley's attention but doesn't seem to enjoy it. His sarcasm is especially evident a few lines later, when Miss Bingley praises the "charming long letters" he writes to his sister. If Mr. Darcy writes such long letters, he would certainly have room to communicate Miss Bingley's "raptures."

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  13. Miss Darcy's skills are quintessential female accomplishments. She plays a particularly ladylike (as well as high-status) instrument and designed a table that is likely more ornamental (showy) than useful. She is exactly as accomplished as an aristocratic young lady should be.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  14. Miss Bingley is overtly flirting with Mr. Darcy even though he isn't encouraging her. Elizabeth's opinion of Miss Bingley is likely correct; she is needy, shallow, and arrogant. However, Elizabeth's observations may be fueling her prejudice against Mr. Darcy; she seems to interpret his curt responses as rudeness, when he is probably trying to politely hint to Miss Bingley that he is not interested.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  15. The ends of quill pens often had to be re-cut because they split or broke during writing. Split or broken pens caused ink to spill instead of flow evenly.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  16. A loo-table was an 18th- and 19th-century table used for playing loo, a popular card game in Austen's time. The loo-table was usually round or oval and broke down easily for storage. It was not usually a permanent piece of furniture in the middle- and upper-class parlor.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  17. Piquet is a trick-taking game for two players that originated in the 16th-century. A trick-taking game is a card or tile game centering on a series of finite rounds (called tricks). Each trick or round has a winner, who is determined at the end of that round.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  18. Blotting means causing a mistaken outpouring of ink from the quill of a pen. Mr. Bingley likely blots his words (if we are to believe Miss Bingley) because he writes so impulsively.

    — Owl Eyes Reader