Chapter XIV

DURING DINNER, MR. BENNET scarcely spoke at all; but when the servants were withdrawn he thought it time to have some conversation with his guest, and therefore started a subject in which he expected him to shine, by observing that he seemed very fortunate in his patroness. Lady Catherine De Bourgh's attention to his wishes, and consideration for his comfort, appeared very remarkable. Mr. Bennet could not have chosen better. Mr. Collins was eloquent in her praise. The subject elevated him to more than usual solemnity of manner; and with a most important aspect he protested that “he had never in his life witnessed such behavior in a person of rank, such affability and condescension, as he had himself experienced from Lady Catherine. She had been graciously pleased to approve of both the discourses which he had already had the honor of preaching before her. She had also asked him twice to dine at Rosings, and had sent for him only the Saturday before, to make up her pool of quadrille in the evening. Lady Catherine was reckoned proud by many people, he knew, but he had never seen anything but affability in her. She had always spoken to him as she would to any other gentleman; she made not the smallest objection to his joining in the society of the neighborhood, nor to his leaving the parish occasionally for a week or two to visit his relations. She had even condescended to advise him to marry as soon as he could, provided he chose with discretion; and had once paid him a visit in his humble parsonage, where she had perfectly approved all the alterations he had been making, and had even vouchsafed to suggest some herself—some shelves in the closet upstairs.

“That is all very proper and civil, I am sure,” said Mrs. Bennet, “and I dare say she is a very agreeable woman. It is a pity that great ladies in general are not more like her. Does she live near you, sir?”

“The garden in which stands my humble abode is separated only by a lane from Rosings Park, her ladyship's residence.”

“I think you said she was a widow, sir; has she any family?”

“She has one only daughter, the heiress of Rosings, and of very extensive property.”

“Ah,” said Mrs. Bennet, shaking her head, “then she is better off than many girls. And what sort of young lady is she? Is she handsome?”

“She is a most charming young lady indeed. Lady Catherine herself says that, in point of true beauty, Miss De Bourgh is far superior to the handsomest of her sex, because there is that in her features which marks the young woman of distinguished birth. She is unfortunately of a sickly constitution, which has prevented her making that progress in many accomplishments which she could not otherwise have failed of, as I am informed by the lady who superintended her education, and who still resides with them. But she is perfectly amiable, and often condescends to drive by my humble abode in her little phaeton and ponies.”

“Has she been presented? I do not remember her name among the ladies at court.”

“Her indifferent state of health unhappily prevents her being in town; and by that means, as I told Lady Catherine herself one day, has deprived the British court of its brightest ornament. Her ladyship seemed pleased with the idea; and you may imagine that I am happy on every occasion to offer those little delicate compliments which are always acceptable to ladies. I have more than once observed to Lady Catherine that her charming daughter seemed born to be a duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence, would be adorned by her. These are the kind of little things which please her ladyship, and it is a sort of attention which I conceive myself peculiarly bound to pay.”

“You judge very properly,” said Mr. Bennet; “and it is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of previous study?”

“They arise chiefly from what is passing at the time; and though I sometimes amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant compliments as may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give them as unstudied an air as possible.”

Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped; and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment, maintaining at the same time the most absolute composure of countenance, and, except in an occasional glance at Elizabeth, requiring no partner in his pleasure.

By tea-time, however, the dose had been enough, and Mr. Bennet was glad to take his guest into the drawing-room again, and when tea was over, glad to invite him to read aloud to the ladies. Mr. Collins readily assented, and a book was produced; but on beholding it (for everything announced it to be from a circulating library) he started back, and, begging pardon, protested that he never read novels. Kitty stared at him, and Lydia exclaimed. Other books were produced, and after some deliberation he chose “Fordyce's Sermons.” Lydia gaped as he opened the volume; and before he had, with very monotonous solemnity, read three pages, she interrupted him with—

“Do you know, mamma, that my Uncle Philips talks of turning away Richard? and if he does, Colonel Forster will hire him. My aunt told me so herself on Saturday. I shall walk to Meryton to-morrow to hear more about it, and to ask when Mr. Denny comes back from town.”

Lydia was bid by her two eldest sisters to hold her tongue; but Mr. Collins, much offended, laid aside his book, and said:

“I have often observed how little young ladies are interested by books of a serious stamp, though solely written for their benefit. It amazes me, I confess; for certainly there can be nothing so advantageous to them as instruction. But I will no longer importune my young cousin.”

Then, turning to Mr. Bennet, he offered himself as his antagonist at backgammon. Mr. Bennet accepted the challenge, observing that he acted very wisely in leaving the girls to their own trifling amusements. Mrs. Bennet and her daughters apologized most civilly for Lydia's interruption, and promised that it should not occur again, if he would resume his book; but Mr. Collins, after assuring them that he bore his young cousin no ill-will, and should never resent her behavior as any affront, seated himself at another table with Mr. Bennet, and prepared for backgammon.

Footnotes

  1. Lydia Bennet's name and character may have been based on Richard Sheridan's play, *The Rivals* (1775). In the play, Lydia Languish uses Fordyce's *Sermons* to distract her guardian's attentions from the novels her maid brought her from a circulating library—and shows her disdain for the *Sermons* by using its pages as curling papers. Lydia Languish also has a penchant for soldiers, as Lydia Bennet does.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  2. Novels were very popular at the time, but they were looked down upon as frivolous or low literature. Conservative critics also expressed concern about novels encouraging immoral behavior in young women.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  3. Books from circulating libraries usually had labels to mark them as the library's property. Middle-class families often borrowed from circulating libraries because books were prohibitively expensive; it therefore makes sense that the financially-strained Bennets borrow books. Circulating libraries often carried sensational or frivolous novels (often marketed toward women), too; Mr. Collins likely looks down upon this book because it is considered to be low literature.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  4. Mr. Collins is being hypocritical. He is deeply offended that Lydia interrupted him and criticizes her (and, by addressing "young ladies" in general, her sisters) for not preferring "books of a serious stamp." However, now he wants to play a board game with Mr. Bennet. Mr. Collins is only offended that Lydia drew attention away from him during the reading.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  5. At the time of *Pride and Prejudice*, one would only call a servant by his or her first name; it was considered impolite to address a higher-ranking individual with such familiarity. The fact that Lydia would interrupt Mr. Collins (however ridiculous he is in reading them a sermon about how young ladies should dress and behave) to gossip about servants emphasizes her frivolousness.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  6. Upper-class young ladies were presented at court when they came of age (usually at age 17 or 18). A young debutante could only be presented by a lady who had been presented in her youth; this ensured exclusivity. Being presented at court indicated a young woman's readiness for marriage.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  7. A phaeton was an open, four-wheeled carriage drawn by two horses. Phaetons were considered highly fashionable and even sporty because, on high-mounted phaetons, it was easy to spur horses to run very quickly. Young men often drove recklessly, sometimes even to scare their female passengers, and accidents were not entirely uncommon.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  8. "Vouchsafe" means to grant or bestow a favor or gift upon a person. Though Mr. Collins hasn't seen "anything but affability" in her, Lady Catherine is clearly being patronizing. She intrudes (rather rudely) on him to make personal suggestions about marriage and even household decorations.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  9. Quadrille, or the "pool of quadrille" Mr. Collins refers to, was a complex card game for four players. It originated in France in the 18th century as an adaptation of the popular three-player game Hombre (or Ombre, the English version). Though a favorite at court in the 18th century, Quadrille lost its popularity by the middle of the 19th century.

    — Sarah St. Albin, Owl Eyes Staff
  10. James Fordyce's *Sermons to Young Women* (first published in 1766) is a collection of sermons aimed at instructing women to be dutiful, meek, submissive, and modestly dressed. During the time in which *Pride and Prejudice* was written, Fordyce's *Sermons* were considered out-of-date and rigid.

    — Owl Eyes Reader