Chapter XI

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 humor; 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 directly 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 the fire, lest she should suffer from the change of room; and she removed, at his desire, to the other side of the fireplace, that she might be further from the door. He then sat down by her, and talked scarcely to anyone else. Elizabeth, at work in the opposite corner, saw it all, with great delight.

When tea was over, Mr. Hurst reminded his sister-in-law of the card-table—but in vain. She had obtained private intelligence that Mr. Darcy did not wish for cards, and Mr. Hurst soon found even his open petition rejected. She assured him that no one intended to play, and the silence of the whole party on the subject seemed to justify her. Mr. Hurst had, therefore, nothing to do but to stretch himself on one of the sofas and go to sleep. Darcy took up a book. Miss Bingley did the same; and Mrs. Hurst, principally occupied in playing with her bracelets and rings, joined now and then in her brother's conversation with Miss Bennet.

Miss Bingley's attention was quite as much engaged in watching Mr. Darcy's progress through his book as in reading her own; and she was perpetually either making some inquiry, or looking at his page. She could not win him, however, to any conversation; he merely answered her question and read on. At length, quite exhausted by the attempt to be amused with her own book, which she had only chosen because it was the second volume of his, she gave a great yawn and said: “How pleasant it is to spend an evening in this way! I declare, after all, there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library.”

No one made any reply. She then yawned again, threw aside her book, and cast her eyes round the room in quest for some amusement; when, hearing her brother mentioning a ball to Miss Bennet, she turned suddenly toward him and said:

“By the bye, Charles, are you really serious in meditating a dance at Netherfield? I would advise you, before you determine on it, to consult the wishes of the present party; I am much mistaken if there are not some among us to whom a ball would be rather a punishment than a pleasure.”

“If you mean Darcy,” cried her brother, “he may go to bed, if he chooses, before it begins; but as for the ball, it is quite a settled thing, and as soon as Nicholas has made white soup enough, I shall send round my cards.”

“I should like balls infinitely better,” she replied, “if they were carried on in a different manner; but there is something insufferably tedious in the usual process of such a meeting. It would surely be much more rational if conversation instead of dancing made the order of the day.”

“Much more rational, my dear Caroline, I dare say; but it would not be near so much like a ball.”

Miss Bingley made no answer, and soon afterward got up and walked about the room. Her figure was elegant, and she walked well; but Darcy, at whom it was all aimed, was still inflexibly studious. In the desperation of her feelings she resolved on one effort more; and, turning to Elizabeth, said:

“Miss Eliza Bennet, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room. I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude.”

Elizabeth was surprised, but agreed to it immediately. Miss Bingley succeeded no less in the real object of her civility; Mr. Darcy looked up. He was as much awake to the novelty of attention in that quarter as Elizabeth herself could be, and unconsciously closed his book. He was directly invited to join their party, but he declined it, observing that he could imagine but two motives for their choosing to walk up and down the room together, with either of which motives his joining them would interfere. What could he mean? She was dying to know what could be his meaning?—and asked Elizabeth whether she could at all understand him.

“Not at all,” was her answer; “but, depend upon it, he means to be severe on us, and our surest way of disappointing him will be to ask nothing about it.”

Miss Bingley, however, was incapable of disappointing Mr. Darcy in anything, and persevered therefore in requiring an explanation of his two motives.

“I have not the smallest objection to explaining them,” said he, as soon as she allowed him to speak. “You either choose this method of passing the evening because you are in each other's confidence, and have secret affairs to discuss, or because you are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking; if the first, I should be completely in your way; and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire.”

“Oh, shocking!” cried Miss Bingley. “I never heard anything so abominable. How shall we punish him for such a speech?”

“Nothing so easy, if you have but the inclination,” said Elizabeth. “We can all plague and punish one another. Tease him—laugh at him. Intimate as you are, you must know how it is to be done.”

“But upon my honor, I do not. I do assure you that my infancy has not yet taught me that. Tease calmness of temper and presence of mind! No, no; feel he may defy us there. And as to laughter, we will not expose ourselves, if you please, by attempting to laugh without a subject. Mr. Darcy may hug himself.”

“Mr. Darcy is not to be laughed at!” cried Elizabeth. “That is an uncommon advantage, and uncommon I hope it will continue, for it would be a great loss to me to have many such acquaintances. I dearly love a laugh.”

“Miss Bingley,” said he, “has given me credit for more than can be. The wisest and best of men—nay, the wisest and best of their actions—may be rendered ridiculous by a person whose first object in life is a joke.”

“Certainly,” replied Elizabeth—“there are such people, but I hope I am not one of them; I hope I never ridicule what is wise or good. Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies, do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can. But these, I suppose, are precisely what you are without.”

“Perhaps that is not possible for anyone. But it has been the study of my life to avoid those weaknesses which often expose a strong understanding to ridicule.”

“Such as vanity and pride.”

“Yes, vanity is a weakness. But pride—where there is a real superiority of mind—pride will be always under good regulation.”

Elizabeth turned away to hide a smile.

“Your examination of Mr. Darcy is over, I presume,” said Miss Bingley; “and pray what is the result?”

“I am perfectly convinced by it that Mr. Darcy has no defect. He owns it himself without disguise.”

“No,” said Darcy, “I have made no such pretension. I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe too little yielding; certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost is lost forever.”

“That is a failing, indeed!” cried Elizabeth. “Implacable resentment is a shade in a character. But you have chosen your fault well. I really cannot laugh at it. You are safe from me.”

“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.”

“And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied, with a smile, “is willfully to misunderstand them.”

“Do let us have a little music!” cried Miss Bingley, tired of a conversation in which she had no share. “Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst?”

Her sister made not the smallest objection, and the pianoforte was opened; and Darcy, after a few moments' recollection, was not sorry for it. He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too much attention.

Footnotes

  1. Mr. Darcy reveals that he is fairly apt at assessing his own character, even if he considers pride to be a positive attribute. He recognizes that he tends to be resentful; however, admitting that his "good opinion once lost is lost forever" suggests that he is somewhat prideful because he implies that his "good opinion" is worth securing.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  2. Mr. Darcy fails to see that pride is actually one of his major flaws. He considers pride to be indicative of superiority—that it is deserved and called for. He doesn't think his pride is excessive or uncalled for; it is instead an effect of "'a real superiority of mind.'"

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  3. Mr. Darcy shows off his ability to read people's intentions, though Miss Bingley's are easy to uncover. He is likely more interested in engaging—or simply admiring—Elizabeth than he is in humoring Miss Bingley. He is likely also curious about how Elizabeth will respond.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  4. In Austen's day, to "hug" oneself simply means to congratulate oneself for being superior: getting the best of someone, winning an argument—winning in general.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  5. Elizabeth likely understands exactly what Miss Bingley's goal is: to get Mr. Darcy's attention. Elizabeth, however, is not interested in playing along; she doesn't care what either Miss Bingley or Mr. Darcy think, and she doesn't want to further encourage Miss Bingley.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  6. Miss Bingley is trying to get Mr. Darcy's attention by walking around the room, which presumably allows her to show off her elegant figure. Strangely, however, she requests that Elizabeth—who is the actual object of Mr. Darcy's affection—accompany her. It's possible that she is trying to showcase her superiority while Mr. Darcy is watching.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  7. Once again, Miss Bingley transparently caters to Mr. Darcy in an attempt to secure his affections. She undoubtedly recalls how disdainful he was of others at the public assembly on the evening they met the Bennet sisters.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  8. White Soup was typically served at balls. It consisted of meat stock (often veal), egg yolks, ground almonds and cream, and negus (hot sweetened wine with water).

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  9. Miss Bingley very recently criticized Elizabeth for preferring to read instead of playing cards. Miss Bingley's attempts to secure Mr. Darcy's favor are especially transparent—and emphasize the genuine compatibility between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, who both genuinely prefer to read.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  10. Miss Bingley is only reading because Mr. Darcy is reading. All of her actions seem bent on either winning Mr. Darcy's attention or amusing herself in his absence. Mr. Darcy, however, considers reading to be a crucial component to female education; he previously argued that a lady cannot be accomplished if she is not well-read. Miss Bingley's feigned reading only underscores her falseness.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  11. All of the pettiest, most arrogant members of the party are notably lazy in this passage. Laziness was a common complaint about the upper classes in Austen's time; they were accused of being entitled, unproductive members of society. Mr. and Mrs. Hurst in particular represent this extreme laziness.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  12. Though Elizabeth and Mrs. Bennet both delight in the romance growing between Jane and Mr. Bingley, their motivations starkly contrast. Mrs. Bennet, though not a generally clever woman, understands the practical necessity of matching her daughter with a rich man. Elizabeth is romantic and champions emotion over reason; she enjoys seeing her sister happy.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  13. Mr. Bingley's genuine regard for Jane is a prime example of his impetuosity. He is certainly kind and courteous, and likely means every word. However, as Mr. Darcy has previously pointed out, Mr. Bingley is motivated almost entirely by the strength of his emotions. One might expect him to lose interest as quickly as he gained it.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  14. Our experience of Miss Bingley up to this point strongly implies that her infatuation with Mr. Darcy is driven by her interest in his money and rank. However, her desperate attempts to gain his attention do not suggest clever strategizing; she may, in her way, love him somewhat genuinely.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  15. Once again, the presence of the gentlemen profoundly influences the Bingley sisters' interest in Jane. They invited her to Netherfield in the first place because the gentlemen were out, so they were bored. Jane's presence only serves to entertain them when their brother and Mr. Darcy are absent.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  16. As previous chapters have demonstrated, Bingley sisters look forward to Jane's and Elizabeth's departure; they don't care about Jane's wellbeing otherwise. They continue vacillate between revealing their true feelings about the Bennets (often through haughtiness directed at Elizabeth) and pretending to be courteous and thoughtful.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  17. Jane Austen documented her ideas about moral failings in her personal writing. She disapproved of thinking highly of oneself while feeling disdain for others, as the Bingley sisters undoubtedly do.

    — Jamie Wheeler