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      When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, Jane expressed to her sister just how very much she admired Mr. Bingley.

      “He is just what a young man ought to be,” said she, “sensible, good-humoured, lively; and I’ve never seen such happy manners!”

      “He is also handsome,” replied Elizabeth, “His character is thereby complete.”

      “I was very much surprised when he asked me to dance a second time. I did not expect such a compliment.”

      “Did not you? What could be more natural than his asking you again? He noticed that you were the prettiest girl in the room. Well, he certainly is very agreeable. You have liked many a stupider person.”

      “Dear Lizzy!”

      “Oh! you like people in general. You never see a fault in anybody. All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes. I never heard you speak ill of a person in your life.”

      “I always speak what I think.”

      “I know; and it is that which makes the wonder. With your good sense, to be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others! And so you like Mr. Bingley’s sisters, too, do you? Their manners are not equal to his.”

      “Certainly not – at first. But they are very pleasing women when you talk to them. Miss Bingley wants to live with her brother, and keep his house.”

      Elizabeth listened in silence. Mr. Bingley’s sisters were in fact very fine ladies; they were rather handsome, had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town, had a fortune of twenty thousand pounds, and thought well of themselves, and meanly of others. They were of a respectable family in the north of England.

      Mr. Bingley inherited property to the amount of nearly a hundred thousand pounds from his father. Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite of great opposition of character. Darcy liked the easiness, openness, and ductility of his temper. In understanding, Darcy was the superior. Bingley was not stupid, but Darcy was cleverer.

      The manner in which they spoke of the assembly was sufficiently characteristic. Bingley had never met with more pleasant people or prettier girls in his life; everybody had been most kind and attentive to him; there had been no formality, no stiffness; he had soon felt acquainted with all everybody. And, as to Miss Bennet, he could not imagine an angel more beautiful. Darcy, on the contrary, had seen a collection of people in whom there was little beauty and no fashion, for none of whom he had felt the smallest interest, and from none received either attention or pleasure. Miss Bennet was pretty, but she smiled too much.

      Chapter 5

      Within a short walk of Longbourn lived a family with whom the Bennets were particularly intimate. Lady Lucas was a very good kind of woman, not too clever to be a valuable neighbour to Mrs. Bennet. Her eldest daughter, a sensible, intelligent young woman, about twenty-seven, was Elizabeth’s best friend.

      The Miss Lucases and the Miss Bennets met to talk about the ball, it was absolutely necessary.

      “You began the evening well, Charlotte,” said Mrs. Bennet to Miss Lucas. “You were Mr. Bingley’s first choice.”

      “Yes; but he seemed to like his second better.”

      “Oh! you mean Jane, I suppose, because he danced with her twice.”

      “But Darcy!” said Charlotte. “He is terrible.”

      “Miss Bingley told me,” said Jane, “that he never speaks much, unless among his intimate acquaintances. With them he is agreeable.”

      “I wish he had danced with Eliza,” said Miss Lucas.

      “Another time, Lizzy,” said her mother, “I would not dance with him, if I were you.”

      “I believe, ma’am, I may promise you never to dance with him.”

      “His pride,” said Miss Lucas, “does not offend me so much as pride often does, because there is an excuse for it. We cannot wonder that a young man, with family, fortune, everything, should think highly of himself. He has a right to be proud.”

      “Pride,” observed Mary, “is a very common failing, I believe. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”

      “If I were as rich as Mr. Darcy,” cried a young Lucas, who came with his sisters, “I should not care how proud I was. I would keep a pack of dogs, and drink a bottle of wine a day.”

      Chapter 6

      The ladies of Longbourn soon visited Netherfield. The visit was soon returned. Miss Bennet’s pleasing manners made good impressions; and though the mother was found to be intolerable, and the younger sisters not worth speaking to, the two eldest were very nice and well-behaved. By Jane, this attention was received with the greatest pleasure, but could not like them.

      Occupied in observing Mr. Bingley’s attentions to her sister, Elizabeth was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest in the eyes of his friend. Mr. Darcy was caught by her playfulness. But Elizabeth did not know anything. To her he was only the man who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.

      He began to wish to know more of her. Once at Sir William Lucas’s a large party was assembled.

      Sir William began: “What a charming amusement for young people the balls are, Mr. Darcy! There is nothing like dancing after all.”

      “Certainly, sir; every savage can dance.”

      Sir William only smiled. “Your friend performs delightfully,” he continued after a pause; “Do you often dance?”

      “Never, sir.”

      He paused in hopes of an answer; and Elizabeth at that instant moved towards them. Sir William called out to her:

      “My dear Miss Eliza, why are you not dancing? Mr. Darcy, you must allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner. You cannot refuse to dance, I am sure when so much beauty is before you.” And, taking her hand, he gave it to Mr. Darcy. But Elizabeth instantly drew back, and said to Sir William:

      “Indeed, sir, I have not the least intention of dancing.”

      Mr. Darcy requested to be allowed the honour of her hand, but in vain. Elizabeth was determined.

      “You dance so well, Miss Eliza, that it is cruel to deny me the СКАЧАТЬ