傲慢与偏见(插图·中文导读英文版)(txt+pdf+epub+mobi电子书下载)

作者：（英）奥斯丁（Austen,J.）

出版社：清华大学出版社

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简·奥斯丁（Jane Austen，1775—1817），英国著名女作家。

1775年12月16日，简·奥斯丁出生在英国的一个乡村小镇斯蒂文顿，他的父亲是当地教区的牧师。奥斯丁虽然没有上过正规学校，但是家庭优越的读书环境，给了她自学的条件。在父母的指导下，她阅读了大量文学作品，由此培养了她对写作的兴趣。她不到20岁的时候就开始写作，一生共发表了6部长篇小说，这些小说都是世界文学宝库中的经典之作。她终生未婚，1817年7月18日，简·奥斯丁在曼彻斯特去世。死后安葬在著名的温彻斯特大教堂。

1791年，奥斯丁写成了第一部小说，题名《最初的印象》（正式出版时改为《傲慢与偏见》），但当时并没有出版。1811年，她以匿名的方式正式出版了第一部小说《理智与情感》，之后是《傲慢与偏见》（1813年）、《曼斯菲尔德庄园》（1814年）。l816年，奥斯丁出版了她在世时的最后一部小说《爱玛》。在她去世之后，《诺桑觉寺》和《劝导》也相继出版。她的作品格调轻松诙谐，富有喜剧性冲突，尤其擅长描写绅士淑女间的婚姻和爱情风波，深受读者欢迎。奥斯丁的小说继承和发展了英国18世纪优秀的现实主义传统，为19世纪现实主义小说的到来起到了引导作用，在英国小说的发展史上有承上启下的意义。正因为如此，许多文学评论家把她与莎士比亚相提并论。《傲慢与偏见》是奥斯丁的代表作，是世界上流传最广的经典名著之一。该书出版近两百年来，一直畅销至今，已被译成世界上几十种语言文字，曾多次被改编成电视剧、电影和舞台剧等，是全世界公认的世界文学名著之一。

在中国，《傲慢与偏见》是最受广大读者欢迎的经典小说之一。目前，在国内数量众多的《傲慢与偏见》书籍中，主要的出版形式有两种：一种是中文翻译版，另一种是英文原版。其中的英文原版越来越受到读者的欢迎，这主要是得益于中国人热衷于学习英文的大环境。从英文学习的角度来看，直接使用纯英文素材更有利于英语学习。考虑到对英文内容背景的了解有助于英文阅读，使用中文导读应该是一种比较好的方式，也可以说是该类型书的第三种版本形式。采用中文导读而非中英文对照的方式进行编排，这样有利于国内读者摆脱对英文阅读依赖中文注释的习惯。基于以上原因，我们决定编译《傲慢与偏见》，并采用中文导读英文版的形式出版。在中文导读中，我们尽力使其贴近原作的精髓，也尽可能保留原作故事主线。我们希望能够编出为当代中国读者所喜爱的经典读本。读者在阅读英文故事之前，可以先阅读中文导读内容，这样有利于了解故事背景，从而加快阅读速度。同时，为了读者更好地理解故事内容，书中加入了大量的插图。我们相信，该经典著作的引进对加强当代中国读者，特别是青少年读者的人文修养是非常有帮助的。

本书主要内容由王勋、纪飞编译。参加本书故事素材搜集整理及编译工作的还有郑佳、刘乃亚、赵雪、熊金玉、李丽秀、熊红华、王婷婷、孟宪行、胡国平、李晓红、贡东兴、陈楠、邵舒丽、冯洁、王业伟、徐鑫、王晓旭、周丽萍、熊建国、徐平国、肖洁、王小红等。限于我们的科学、人文素养和英语水平，书中难免有不当之处，衷心希望读者朋友批评指正。第一章　Chapter 1导读

贝内特太太以及周围的邻居都在讨论着租下内瑟菲尔德庄园的阔少爷宾利。当贝内特太太得知宾利还是单身时，立刻就想到了自己的女儿们。她请求丈夫要在第一时间拜访宾利，这是为女儿们的终身大事着想。贝内特先生最喜欢自己的二女儿伊丽莎白，但太太却截然相反。t is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.I

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

“My dear Mr. Bennet，”said his lady to him one day，“have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last？”

Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.

“But it is，”returned she；“for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.”

Mr. Bennet made no answer.

“Do not you want to know who has taken it？”cried his wife impatiently.

“You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”贝内特先生拜访宾利

This was invitation enough.

“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England；that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it that he agreed with Mr.Morris immediately；that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”

“What is his name？”

“Bingley.”

“Is he married or single？”

“Oh！single, my dear, to be sure！A single man of large fortune；four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls！”

“How so？How can it affect them？”

“My dear Mr. Bennet，”replied his wife，“how can you be so tiresome！You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”

“Is that his design in settling here？”

“Design！nonsense, how can you talk so！But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.”

“I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr.Bingley might like you the best of the party.”

“My dear, you flatter me. I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now.When a woman has five grown up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”

“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”

“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood.”

“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”

“But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them.Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account, for in general you know they visit no newcomers.Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not.”

“You are over scrupulous surely. I dare say Mr.Bingley will be very gladto see you；and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls；though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”

“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others；and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humoured as Lydia.But you are always giving her the preference.”

“They have none of them much to recommend them，”replied he；“they are all silly and ignorant like other girls；but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters.”

“Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way？You take delight in vexing me.You have no compassion on my poor nerves.”

“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves.They are my old friends.I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least.”

“Ah！you do not know what I suffer.”

“But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four thousand a year come into the neighbourhood.”

“It will be no use to us if twenty such should come since you will not visit them.”

“Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit them all.”

Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three and twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character.Her mind was less difficult to develop.She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper.When she was discontented she fancied herself nervous.The business of her life was to get her daughters married；its solace was visiting and news.第二章　Chapter 2导读

贝内特先生瞒着太太拜访了宾利先生。晚上大家都在讨论下次舞会的时间，贝内特先生要求太太介绍朗太太和宾利先生认识，这惹恼了太太。她认为自己都不认识的人何来介绍，贝内特先生披露了自己曾拜访宾利的事实，这让大家欢呼雀跃起来，太太又开始对着女儿们夸奖她们的父亲是如何的伟大！r. Bennet was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr.Bingley.He had always intended to visit him, though to the Mlast always assuring his wife that he should not go；and till the evening after the visit was paid, she had no knowledge of it.It was then disclosed in the following manner.Observing his second daughter employed in trimming a hat, he suddenly addressed her with，

“I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzy.”

“We are not in a way to know what Mr. Bingley likes，”said her mother resentfully，“since we are not to visit.”

“But you forget, Mama，”said Elizabeth，“that we shall meet him at the assemblies, and that Mrs. Long has promised to introduce him.”

“I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing.She has two nieces of her own.She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion of her.”

“No more have I，”said Mr. Bennet；“and I am glad to find that you do notdepend on her serving you.”

Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply；but unable to contain herself, began scolding one of her daughters.

“Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for heaven's sake！Have a little compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces.”

“Kitty has no discretion in her coughs，”said her father；“she times them ill.”

“I do not cough for my own amusement，”replied Kitty fretfully.

“When is your next ball to be, Lizzy？”

“Tomorrow fortnight.”

“Aye, so it is，”cried her mother，“and Mrs. Long does not come back till the day before；so, it will be impossible for her to introduce him, for she will not know him herself.”

“Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce Mr. Bingley to her.”

“Impossible, Mr. Bennet, impossible, when I am not acquainted with him myself；how can you be so teasing？”

“I honour your circumspection. A fortnight's acquaintance is certainly very little.One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a fortnight.But if we do not venture, somebody else will；and after all, Mrs.Long and her nieces must stand their chance；and therefore, as she will think it an act of kindness, if you decline the office, I will take it on myself.”

The girls stared at their father. Mrs.Bennet said only，“Nonsense, nonsense！”

“What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation？”cried he.“Do you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on them, as nonsense？I cannot quite agree with you there. What say you, Mary？for you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read great books, and make extracts.”

Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.

“While Mary is adjusting her ideas，”he continued，“let us return to Mr. Bingley.”

“I am sick of Mr. Bingley，”cried his wife.

“I am sorry to hear that；but why did not you tell me so before？If I had known as much this morning, I certainly would not have called on him. It is very unlucky；but as I have actually paid the visit, we cannot escape the acquaintance now.”

The astonishment of the ladies was just what he wished—that of Mrs. Bennet perhaps surpassing the rest—though when the first tumult of joy was over, she began to declare that it was what she had expected all the while.

“How good it was in you, my dear Mr. Bennet！But I knew I should persuade you at last.I was sure you loved your girls too well to neglect such an acquaintance.Well, how pleased I am！and it is such a good joke, too, that you should have gone this morning, and never said a word about it till now.”

“Now, Kitty, you may cough as much as you choose，”said Mr. Bennet；and, as he spoke, he left the room, fatigued with the raptures of his wife.

“What an excellent father you have, girls，”said she, when the door was shut.“I do not know how you will ever make him amends for his kindness；or me either, for that matter. At our time of life it is not so pleasant, I can tell you, to be making new acquaintance everyday；but for your sakes, we would do anything.Lydia, my love, though you are the youngest, I dare say Mr.Bingley will dance with you at the next ball.”

“Oh！”said Lydia stoutly，“I am not afraid；for though I am the youngest, I'm the tallest.”

The rest of the evening was spent in conjecturing how soon he would return Mr. Bennet's visit, and determining when they should ask him to dinner.第三章　Chapter 3导读

贝内特太太不停地催促丈夫说说有关宾利先生的情况，但是都被敷衍过去了，最后只好向卢卡斯太太打听消息。

过了几天，宾利先生回访贝内特先生，并邀请姑娘们参加舞会。在舞会现场，大家看到宾利先生的姐妹们仪态高雅，姐夫赫斯特是个绅士。据说宾利先生的朋友达西年收入一万镑，并且看上去举止高雅，但很快人们便发现他目中无人，骄傲自大。晚会上男士较少，伊丽莎白干坐了很久，达西站在她附近却不愿邀请她跳舞。他认为伊丽莎白不够漂亮的言论让贝内特太太很不高兴，伊丽莎白却觉得无所谓。整个晚上宾利先生都和简在一起，这让贝内特太太觉得很有希望，同时她用尖酸刻薄的语气说起了达西先生。ot all that Mrs. Bennet, however, with the assistance of her five daughters, could ask on the subject was sufficient to draw from Nher husband any satisfactory description of Mr.Bingley.They attacked him in various ways—with barefaced questions, ingenious suppositions, and distant surmises—but he eluded the skill of them all；and they were at last obliged to accept the secondhand intelligence of their neighbour Lady Lucas.Her report was highly favourable.Sir William had been delighted with him.He was quite young, wonderfully handsome, extremely agreeable, and to crown the whole, he meant to be at the next assembly with a large party. Nothing could be more delightful！To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love；and very lively hopes of Mr.Bingley's heart were entertained.贝内特先生向宾利介绍自已的家人

“If I can but see one of my daughters happily settled at Netherfield，”said Mrs. Bennet to her husband，“and all the others equally well married, I shall have nothing to wish for.”

In a few days Mr. Bingley returned Mr.Bennet's visit, and sat about ten minutes with him in his library.He had entertained hopes of being admitted to a sight of the young ladies, of whose beauty he had heard much；but he saw only the father.The ladies were somewhat more fortunate, for they had the advantage of ascertaining from an upper window that he wore a blue coat and rode a black horse.

An invitation to dinner was soon afterwards dispatched；and already had Mrs. Bennet planned the courses that were to do credit to her housekeeping, when an answer arrived which deferred it all.Mr.Bingley was obliged to be in town the following day, and consequently unable to accept the honour of their invitation, etc.Mrs.Bennet was quite disconcerted.She could not imagine what business he could have in town so soon after his arrival in Hertfordshire；and she began to fear that he might be always flying about from one place to another, and never settled at Netherfield as he ought to be.Lady Lucas quieted her fears a little by starting the idea of his being gone to London only to get a large party for the ball, and a report soon followed that Mr.Bingley was to bring twelve ladies and seven gentlemen with him to the assembly.The girls grieved over such a number of ladies；but were comforted the day before the ball by hearing that, instead of twelve, he had brought only six with him from London, his five sisters and a cousin.And when the party entered the assembly room, it consisted of only five altogether；Mr.Bingley, his two sisters, the husband of the eldest, and another young man.

Mr. Bingley was good-looking and gentlemanlike；he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners.His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion.His brother-in-law, Mr.Hurst, merely looked the gentleman；but his friend Mr.Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features, noble mien—and the report which was ingeneral circulation within five minutes after his entrance of his having ten thousand a year.The gentlemen pronounced him to be a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr.Bingley, and he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till his manners gave a disgust which turned the tide of his popularity；for he was discovered to be proud, to be above his company, and above being pleased；and not all his large estate in Derbyshire could then save him from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and being unworthy to be compared with his friend.

Mr. Bingley had soon made himself acquainted with all the principal people in the room；he was lively and unreserved, danced every dance, was angry that the ball closed so early, and talked of giving one himself at Netherfield.Such amiable qualities must speak for themselves.What a contrast between him and his friend！Mr.Darcy danced only once with Mrs.Hurst and once with Miss Bingley, declined being introduced to any other lady, and spent the rest of the evening in walking about the room, speaking occasionally to one of his own party.His character was decided.He was the proudest, most disagreeable man in the world, and everybody hoped that he would never come there again.Amongst the most violent against him was Mrs.Bennet, whose dislike of his general behaviour was sharpened into particular resentment by his having slighted one of her daughters.

Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged by the scarcity of gentlemen to sit down for two dances；and during part of that time, Mr. Darcy had been standing near enough for her to overhear a conversation between him and Mr.Bingley, who came from the dance for a few minutes to press his friend to join it.

“Come, Darcy，”said he，“I must have you dance. I hate to see you standing about by yourself in this stupid manner.You had much better dance.”

“I certainly shall not. You know how I detest it, unless I am particularly acquainted with my partner.At such an assembly as this, it would be insupportable.Your sisters are engaged, and there is not another woman in the room whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with.”

“I would not be so fastidious as you are，”cried Bingley，“for a kingdom！Upon my honour, I never met with so many pleasant girls in my life as I have this evening, and there are several of them you see uncommonly pretty.”

“You are dancing with the only handsome girl in the room，”said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest Miss Bennet.

“Oh！she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld！But there is one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty, and I dare say, very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to introduce you.

“Which do you mean？”and turning round, he looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he withdrew his own and coldly said，“She is tolerable；but not handsome enough to tempt me：and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.”

Mr. Bingley followed his advice.Mr, Darcy walked off；and Elizabeth remained with no very cordial feelings towards him.She told the story however with great spirit among her friends；for she had a lively, playful disposition, which delighted in anything ridiculous.

The evening altogether passed off pleasantly to the whole family. Mrs.Bennet had seen her eldest daughter much admired by the Netherfield party.Mr.Bingley had danced with her twice, and she had been distinguished by his sisters.Jane was as much gratified by this as her mother could be, though in a quieter way.Elizabeth felt Jane's pleasure.Mary had heard herself mentioned to Miss Bingley as the most accomplished girl in the neighbourhood；and Catherine and Lydia had been fortunate enough to be never without partners, which was all that they had yet learnt to care for at a ball.They returned therefore in good spirits to Longbourn, the village where they lived, and of which they were the principal inhabitants.They found Mr.Bennet still up.With a book he was regardless of time, and on the present occasion he had a good deal of curiosity as to the event of an evening which had raised such splendid expectations.He had rather hoped that all his wife's views on the stranger would be disappointed, but he soon found that he had a very different story to hear.

“Oh！my dear Mr. Bennet，”as she entered the room，“we have had a most delightful evening, a most excellent ball.I wish you had been there.Jane was so admired, nothing could be like it.Everybody said how well she looked；and Mr.Bingley thought her quite beautiful and danced with her twice.Only think of that my dear；he actually danced with her twice；and she was the only creature in the room that he asked a second time. First of all, he asked Miss Lucas.I was so vexed to see him stand up with her；but, however, he did not admire her at all：indeed, nobody can, you know；and he seemed quite struck with Jane as she was going down the dance.So, he inquired who she was, and got introduced, and asked her for the two next.Then, the two third he danced with Miss King, and the two fourth with Maria Lucas, and two fifth with Jane again, and the two sixth with Lizzy, and the Boulanger—”在舞会上

“If he had had any compassion for me，”cried her husband impatiently，“he would not have danced half so much！For God's sake, say no more of his partners. Oh！that he had sprained his ankle in the first dance！”

“Oh！my dear，”continued Mrs. Bennet，“I am quite delighted with him.He is so excessively handsome！and his sisters are charming women, I never in my life saw anything more elegant than their dresses.I dare say the lace upon Mrs.Hurst's gown—”

Here she was interrupted again. Mr.Bennet protested against any description of finery.She was therefore obliged to seek another branch of the subject, and related, with much bitterness of spirit and some exaggeration, the shocking rudeness of Mr.Darcy.

“But I can assure you，”she added，“that Lizzy does not lose much by not suiting his fancy；for he is a most disagreeable, horrid man, not at all worth pleasing. So high and so conceited that there was no enduring him！He walked here, and he walked there, fancying himself so very great！Not handsome enough to dance with！I wish you had been there, my dear, to have given him one of your set-downs.I quite detest the man.”第四章　Chapter 4导读

私下里，简向妹妹伊丽莎白诉说了自己对宾利先生的爱慕，伊丽莎白提醒她不要轻易沉沦，因为简总是容易对人产生好感。简认为宾利小姐品质优秀，但伊丽莎白反对，她能看出那对姐妹的傲慢。与宾利先生性格大相径庭的达西似乎更聪明些，但却不受人欢迎。hen Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her Wsister how very much she admired him.

“He is just what a young man ought to be，”said she，“sensible, good-humoured, lively；and I never saw such happy manners！—so much ease, with such perfect good breeding！”

“He is also handsome，”replied Elizabeth，“which a young man ought likewise to be, if he possibly can. His character is thereby complete.”

“I was very much flattered by his asking me to dance a second time. I did not expect such a compliment.”

“Did not you？I did for you. But that is one great difference between us.Compliments always take you by surprise, and me never.What could be mote natural than his asking you again？He could not help seeing that you were about five times as pretty as every other woman in the room.No thanks to his gallantry for that.Well, he certainly is very agreeable, and I give you leave to like him. You have liked many a stupider person.”简向妹妹诉说对宾利的爱慕

“Dear Lizzy！”

“Oh！you are a great deal too apt, you know, to 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 human being in my life.”

“I would wish not to be hasty in censuring any one；but I always speak what I think.”

“I know you do；and it is that which makes the wonder. With your good sense, to be so honestly blind to the follies and nonsense of others！Affectation of candour is common enough；one meets it everywhere.But to be candid without ostentation or design—to take the good of everybody's character and make it still better, and say nothing of the bad—belongs to you alone.And so, you like this man's sisters too, do you？Their manners are not equal to his.”

“Certainly not—at first. But they are very pleasing women when you converse with them.Miss Bingley is to live with her brother and keep his house；and I am much mistaken if we shall not find a very charming neighbour in her.”

Elizabeth listened in silence, but was not convinced；their behaviour at the assembly had not been calculated to please in general；and with more quickness of observation and less pliancy of temper than her sister, and with a judgment too unassailed by any attention to herself, she was very little disposed to approve them. They were in fact very fine ladies；not deficient in good humour when they were pleased, nor in the power of being agreeable where they chose it；but proud and conceited.They were rather handsome, had been educated in one of the first private seminaries in town, had a fortune of twenty thousand pounds, were in the habit of spending more than they ought, and of associating with people of rank；and were therefore in every respect entitled to think well of themselves, and meanly of others.They were of a respectable family in the north of England, a circumstance more deeply impressed on their memories than that their brother's fortune and their own had been acquired by trade.

Mr. Bingley inherited property to the amount of nearly a hundred thousand pounds from his father, who had intended to purchase an estate, but did not live to do it.Mr.Bingley intended it likewise, and sometimes made choice of his county；but as he was now provided with a good house and the liberty of a manor, it was doubtful to many of those who best knew the easiness of histemper whether he might not spend the remainder of his days at Netherfietd, and leave the next generation to purchase.

His sisters were very anxious for his having an estate of his own；but though he was now established only as a tenant, Miss Bingley was by no means unwilling to preside at his table, nor was Mrs. Hurst, who had married a man of more fashion than fortune, less disposed to consider his house as her home when it suited her.Mr.Bingley had not been of age two years, when he was tempted by an accidental recommendation to look at Netherfield House.He did look at it and into it for half an hour, was pleased with the situation and the principal rooms, satisfied with what the owner said in its praise, and took it immediately.

Between him and Darcy there was a very steady friendship, in spite of a great opposition of character. Bingley was endeared to Darcy by the easiness, openness, ductility of his temper, though no disposition could offer a greater contrast to his own, and though with his own he never appeared dissatisfied.On the strength of Darcy's regard Bingley had the firmest reliance, and of his judgment the highest opinion.In understanding, Darcy was the superior.Bingley was by no means deficient, but Darcy was clever.He was at the same time haughty, reserved, and fastidious, and his manners, though well bred, were not inviting.In that respect his friend had greatly the advantage.Bingley was sure of being liked wherever he appeared, Darcy was continually giving offence.

The manner in which they spoke of the Meryton assembly was sufficiently characteristic. Bingley had never met with pleasanter 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 the room；and as to Miss Bennet, he could not conceive 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 he acknowledged to be pretty, but she smiled too much.

Mrs. Hurst and her sister allowed it to be so—but still they admired her and liked her, and pronounced her to be a sweet girl, and one whom they should not object to know more of.Miss Bennet was therefore established as a sweet girl, and their brother felt authorized by such commendation to think of her as he chose.第五章　Chapter 5导读

威廉·卢卡斯爵士一家与贝内特家关系十分密切，卢卡斯家的小姐和贝内特家的小姐们关系也特别好。她们在舞会后的第二天聚在一起，谈论着自己的想法。两家的太太互相奉承却又带着讽刺，特别是关于达西的话题。伊丽莎白表示自己以后绝对不会和他跳舞，大家都对他的傲慢感到难以接受。ithin a short walk of Longbourn lived a family with whom the Bennets were particularly intimate. Sir William Lucas had been Wformerly in trade in Meryton, where he had made a tolerable fortune and risen to the honour of knighthood by an address to the King, during his mayoralty.The distinction had perhaps been felt too strongly.It had given him a disgust to his business and to his residence in a small market town；and quitting them both, he had removed with his family to a house about a mile from Meryton, denominated from that period Lucas Lodge, where he could think with pleasure of his own importance, and unshackled by business, occupy himself solely in being civil to all the world.For though elated by his rank, it did not render him supercilious；on the contrary, he was all attention to everybody.By nature inoffensive, friendly and obliging, his presentation at St.James's had made him courteous.

Lady Lucas was a very good kind of woman, not too clever to be a valuable neighbour to Mrs. Bennet.—They had several children.The eldest of them, a sensible, intelligent young woman, about twenty-seven, was Elizabeth's intimate friend.谈论达西

That the Miss Lucases and the Miss Bennets should meet to talk over a ball was absolutely necessary；and the morning after the assembly brought the former to Longbourn to hear and to communicate.

“You began the evening well, Charlotte，”said Mrs. Bennet with civil self-command 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. To be sure that did seem as if he admired her—indeed I rather believe he did—I heard something about it—but I hardly know what—something about Mr.Robinson.”

“Perhaps you mean what I overheard between him and Mr. Robinson；did not I mention it to you？Mr.Robinson's asking him how he liked our Meryton assemblies, and whether he did not think there were a great many pretty women in the room, and which he thought the prettiest？and his answering immediately to the last question—Oh！the eldest Miss Bennet beyond a doubt, there cannot be two opinions on that point.”

“Upon my word！Well, that was very decided indeed—that does seem as if—but however, it may all come to nothing you know.”

“My overhearing were more to the purpose than yours, Eliza，”said Charlotte.“Mr. Darcy is not so well worth listening to as his friend, is he？Poor Eliza！—to be only just tolerable.”

“I beg you would not put it into Lizzy's head to be vexed by his ill-treatment；for he is such a disagreeable man that it would be quite a misfortune to be liked by him. Mrs.Long told me last night that he sat close to her for half an hour without once opening his lips.”

“Are you quite sure, Ma'am？—is not there a little mistake？”said Jane.“I certainly saw Mr. Darcy speaking to her.”

“Aye—because she asked him at last how he liked Netherfield, and he could not help answering her；but she said he seemed very angry at being spoke to.”

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

“I do not believe a word of it, my dear. If he had been so very agreeable he would have talked to Mrs.Long.But I can guess how it was；everybody says that he is ate up with pride, and I dare say he had heard somehow that Mrs.Long does not keep a carriage, and had come to the ball in a hack chaise.”

“I do not mind his not talking to Mrs. Long，”said Miss Lucas，“but I wish he had danced with Eliza.”

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

“I believe, Ma'am, I may safely 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. One cannot wonder that so very fine a young man, with family, fortune, everything in his favour, should think highly of himself.If I may so express it, he has a right to be proud.”

“That is very true，”replied Elizabeth，“and I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”

“Pride，”observed Mary, who piqued herself upon the solidity of her reflections，“is a very common failing I believe. By all that I have ever read, I am convinced that it is very common indeed, that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary.Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously.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 foxhounds, and drink a bottle of wine everyday.”

“Then you would drink a great deal more than you ought，”said Mrs. Bennet；“and if I were to see you at it I should take away your bottle directly.”

The boy protested that she should not；she continued to declare that she would, and the argument ended only with the visit.第六章　Chapter 6导读

赫斯特夫妇和宾利小姐对可爱的简越来越喜欢，伊丽莎白看出宾利先生已经深深爱上了简，她告诉了自己的好朋友夏洛特，夏洛特认为简应该有所行动，先和宾利先生确定关系再说。伊丽莎白认为简没有这样的心计，而且双方才见过几次面，相互都不是很了解；夏洛特却认为如果要和一个人结婚，还是尽量少了解比较好。

伊丽莎白没有想到达西先生会对自己渐渐注意起来。刚开始他认为伊丽莎白不够漂亮，现在他又渐渐发现她的眼睛极为聪慧；体态虽然不是很完美，却也招人喜欢。他开始注意她，并且找机会与她攀谈，但直到在威廉爵士家的聚会上伊丽莎白才意识到这一点。伊丽莎白表演了弹琴、唱歌，她的大方更加吸引了达西先生。他主动邀请伊丽莎白跳舞，却被拒绝了，这反而让他更想着她。达西被伊丽莎白漂亮的眼睛吸引住了，沉浸在自己的世界中，没有理会宾利小姐的戏谑。he ladies of Longbourn soon waited on those of Netherfield. The visit was returned in due form.Miss Bennet's pleasing manners Tgrew on the goodwill of Mrs.Hurst and Miss Bingley；and though the mother was found to be intolerable and the younger sisters not worth speaking to, a wish of being better acquainted with them was expressed towards the two eldest.By Jane this attention was received with the greatest pleasure；but Elizabeth still saw superciliousness in their treatment of everybody, hardly excepting even her sister, and could not like them；though their kindness to Jane, such as it was, had a value as arising in all probability from the influence of their brother's admiration. It was generally evident whenever they met that he did admire her；and to her it was equally evident that Jane was yielding to the preference which she had begun to entertain for him from the first, and was in a way to be very much in love；but she considered with pleasure that it was not likely to be discovered by the world in general, since Jane united with great strength of feeling a composure of temper and a uniform cheerfulness of manner, which would guard her from the suspicions of the impertinent.She mentioned this to her friend Miss Lucas.伊丽莎白觉得达西在注意自己

“It may perhaps be pleasant，”replied Charlotte，“to be able to impose on the public in such a case；but it is sometimes a disadvantage to be so very guarded. If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him；and it will then be but poor consolation to believe the world equally in the dark.There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost every attachment that it is not safe to leave any to itself.We can all begin freely—a slight preference is natural enough, but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.In nine cases out of ten, a woman had better show more affection than she feels.Bingley likes your sister undoubtedly；but he may never do more than like her, it she does not help him on.

“But she does help him on, as much as her nature will allow. If I can perceive her regard for him, he must be a simpleton indeed not to discover it too.

“Remember, Eliza, that he does not know Jane's disposition as you do.”

“But if a woman is partial to a man, and does not endeavour to conceal it, he must find it out.

“Perhaps he must, if he sees enough of her. But though Bingley and Jane meet tolerably often, it is never for many hours together；and as they always see each other in large mixed parties, it is impossible that every moment should be employed in conversing together.Jane should therefore make the most of every half hour in which she can command his attention.When she is secure ofhim, there will he leisure for falling in love as much as she chooses.”

“Your plan is a good one，”replied Elizabeth，“where nothing is in question but the desire of being well married；and if I were determined to get a rich husband, or any husband, I dare say I should adopt it. But these are not Jane's feelings；she is not acting by design.As yet, she cannot even be certain of the degree of her own regard, nor of its reasonableness.She has known him only a fortnight.She danced four dances with him at Meryton；she saw him one morning at his own house, and has since dined in company with him four times.This is not quite enough to make her understand his character.”

“Not as you represent it. Had she merely dined with him, she might only have discovered whether he had a good appetite, but you must remember that four evenings have been also spent together—and four evenings may do a great deal.”

“Yes；these four evenings have enabled them to ascertain that they both like Vingt-un better than Commerce；but with respect to any other leading characteristic, I do not imagine that much has been unfolded.”

“Well，”said Charlotte，“I wish Jane success with all my heart；and if she were married to him tomorrow, I should think she had as good a chance of happiness as if she were to be studying his character for a twelve-month. Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other, or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least.They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation, and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.”

“You make me laugh, Charlotte；but it is not sound. You know it is not sound, and that you would never act in this way yourself.”

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 had at first scarcely allowed her to be pretty；he had looked at her without admiration at the ball；and when they next met, he looked at her only to criticize.But no sooner had he made it clear to himself and his friends that she had hardly a good feature in her face, than he began tofind it was rendered uncommonly intelligent by the beautiful expression of her dark eyes.To this discovery succeeded some others equally mortifying.Though he had detected with a critical eye more than one failure of perfect symmetry in her form, he was forced to acknowledge her figure to be light and pleasing；and in spite of his asserting that her manners were not those of the fashionable world, he was caught by their easy playfulness.Of this she was perfectly unaware；to her he was only the man who made himself agreeable nowhere, and who had not thought her handsome enough to dance with.

He began to wish to know more of her, and as a step towards conversing with her himself, attended to her conversation with others. His doing so drew her notice.It was at Sir William Lucas's, where a large party were assembled.

“What does Mr. Darcy mean，”said she to Charlotte，“by listening to my conversation with Colonel Forster？”

“That is a question which Mr. Darcy only can answer.”

“But if he does it any more I shall certainly let him know that I see what he is about. He has a very satirical eye, and if I do not begin by being impertinent myself, I shall soon grow afraid of him.”

On his approaching them soon afterwards, though without seeming to have any intention of speaking, Miss Lucas defied her friend to mention such a subject to him, which immediately provoking Elizabeth to do it, she turned to him and said，

“Did not you think, Mr. Darcy, that I expressed myself uncommonly well just now, when I was teasing Colonel Forster to give us a ball at Meryton？”

“With great energy—but it is a subject which always makes a lady energetic.”

“You are severe on us.”

“It will be her turn soon to be teased，”said Miss Lucas.“I am going to open the instrument, Eliza, and you know what follows.”

“You are a very strange creature by way of a friend！—always wanting me to play and sing before anybody and everybody！If my vanity had taken a musical turn, you would have been invaluable, but as it is, I would really rather not sit down before those who must be in the habit of hearing the very best performers.”On Miss Lucas's persevering, however, she added，“Very well；if it must be so, it must.”And gravely glancing at Mr. Darcy，“There is a fine oldsaying, which everybody here is of course familiar with—‘Keep your breath to cool your porridge'—and I shall keep mine to swell my song.”

Her performance was pleasing, though by no means capital. After a song or two, and before she could reply to the entreaties of several that she would sing again, she was eagerly succeeded at the instrument by her sister Mary, who having, in consequence of being the only plain one in the family, worked hard for knowledge and accomplishments, was always impatient for display.

Mary had neither genius nor taste；and though vanity had given her application, it had given her likewise a pedantic air and conceited manner, which would have injured a higher degree of excellence than she had reached. Elizabeth, easy and unaffected, had been listened to with much more pleasure, though not playing half so well；and Mary, at the end of a long concerto, was glad to purchase praise and gratitude by Scotch and Irish airs at the request of her younger sisters, who with some of the Lucases and two or three officers joined eagerly in dancing at one end of the room.

Mr. Darcy stood near them in silent indignation at such a mode of passing the evening, to the exclusion of all conversation, and was too much engrossed by his own thoughts to perceive that Sir William Lucas was his neighbour, till Sir William thus began.

“What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy！There is nothing like dancing after all.I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies.”

“Certainly, sir；and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world. Every savage can dance.”

Sir William only smiled.“Your friend performs delightfully，”he continued after a pause, on seeing Bingley join the group；“and I doubt not that you are an adept in the science yourself, Mr. Darcy.”

“You saw me dance at Meryton, I believe, sir.”

“Yes, indeed, and received no inconsiderable pleasure from the sight. Do you often dance at St.James's？”

“Never, sir.”

“Do you not think it would be a proper compliment to the place？”

“It is a compliment which I never pay to any place if I can avoid it.”

“You have a house in town, I conclude？”

Mr. Darcy bowed.

“I had once some thoughts of fixing in town myself—for I am fond of superior society；but I did not feel quite certain that the air of London would agree with Lady Lucas.”

He paused in hopes of an answer；but his companion was not disposed to make any；and Elizabeth at that instant moving towards them, he was struck with the notion of doing a very gallant thing, and called out to her，

“My dear Miss Eliza, why are not you 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 would have given it to Mr.Darcy, who, though extremely surprised, was not unwilling to receive it, when she instantly drew back, and said with some discomposure to Sir William，

“Indeed, sir, I have not the least intention of dancing. I entreat you not to suppose that I moved this way in order to beg for a partner.”

Mr. Darcy with grave propriety requested to be allowed the honour of her hand；but in vain.Elizabeth was determined；nor did Sir William at all shake her purpose by his attempt at persuasion.

“You excel so much in the dance, Miss Eliza, that it is cruel to deny me the happiness of seeing you；and though this gentleman dislikes the amusement in general, he can have no objection, I am sure, to oblige us for one half hour.”

“Mr. Darcy is all politeness，”said Elizabeth, smiling.

“He is indeed—but considering the inducement, my dear Miss Eliza, we cannot wonder at his complaisance；for who would object to such a partner？”

Elizabeth looked archly, and turned away. Her resistance had not injured her with the gentleman, and he was thinking of her with some complacency, when thus accosted by Miss Bingley，

“I can guess the subject of your reverie.”

“I should imagine not.”

“You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner—in such society；and indeed I am quite of your opinion. I was never more annoyed！The insipidity and yet the noise；the nothingness and yet the self-importance of all these people！What would I give to hear your strictures on them！”

“Your conjecture is totally wrong, I assure you. My mind was more agreeably engaged.I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.”

Miss Bingley immediately fixed her eyes on his face, and desired he would tell her what lady had the credit of inspiring such reflections. Mr.Darcy replied with great intrepidity，

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet.”

“Miss Elizabeth Bennet！''repeated Miss Bingley.“I am all astonishment. How long has she been such a favourite？—and pray when am I to wish you joy？”

“That is exactly the question which I expected you to ask. A lady's imagination is very rapid；it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.I knew you would be wishing me joy.”

“Nay, if you are so serious about it, I shall consider the matter as absolutely settled. You will have a charming mother-in-law, indeed, and of course she will be always at Pemberley with you.”

He listened to her with perfect indifference, while she chose to entertain herself in this manner, and as his composure convinced her that all was safe, her wit flowed long.第七章　Chapter 7导读

贝内特先生因为没有儿子，所以他的房产只能由远房亲戚继承。贝内特太太有个妹妹嫁给了菲利普斯先生，还有个兄弟在伦敦做生意。凯瑟琳和莉迪亚经常去姨妈那儿，因为每次都能认识新来的军官。贝内特先生对此很不高兴，但太太却希望女儿能嫁给有钱的军官。

宾利小姐邀请简去内瑟菲尔德吃饭，但途中下起了大雨，第二天简便患上了重感冒。贝内特太太却很开心，因为这样简就可以在那儿多待几天了，但伊丽莎白很担心姐姐的身体，她不顾家人的反对，竟然踏着泥泞的道路步行过去。宾利一家人很热情地接待了她。伊丽莎白一直留在姐姐身边，而宾利家的姐妹们对简也十分关心。在简的请求下，伊丽莎白暂且住在了内瑟菲尔德。r. Bennet's property consisted almost entirely in an estate of two thousand a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was Mentailed in default of heirs male, on a distant relation；and their mother's fortune, though ample for her situation in life, could but ill supply the deficiency of his.Her father had been an attorney in Meryton, and had left her four thousand pounds.

She had a sister married to a Mr. Philips, who had been a clerk to their father, and succeeded him in the business, and a brother settled in London in a respectable line of trade.伊丽莎向探望姐姐

The village of Longbourn was only one mile from Meryton；a most convenient distance for the young ladies, who were usually tempted thither three or four times a week to pay their duty to their aunt and to a milliner's shop just over the way. The two youngest of the family, Catherine and Lydia, were particularly frequent in these attentions；their minds were more vacant than their sisters'，and when nothing better offered, a walk to Meryton was necessary to amuse their morning hours and furnish conversation for the evening；and however bare of news the country in general might be, they always contrived to learn some from their aunt.At present, indeed, they were well supplied both with news and happiness by the recent arrival of a militia regiment in the neighbourhood；it was to remain the whole winter, and Meryton was the headquarters.

Their visits to Mrs. Philips were now productive of the most interesting intelligence.Everyday added something to their knowledge of the officers'names and connections.Their lodgings were not long a secret, and at length they began to know the officers themselves.Mr.Philips visited them all, and this opened to his nieces a source of felicity unknown before.They could talk of nothing but officers；and Mr.Bingley's large fortune, the mention of which gave animation to their mother, was worthless in their eyes when opposed to the regimentals of an ensign.

After listening one morning to their effusions on this subject, Mr. Bennet coolly observed，

“From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced.”

Catherine was disconcerted, and made no answer；but Lydia, with perfect indifference, continued to express her admiration of Captain Carter, and her hope of seeing him in the course of the day, as he was going the next morning to London.

“I am astonished, my dear，”said Mrs. Bennet，“that you should be so ready to think your own children silly.If I wished to think slightingly of anybody's children, it should not be of my own however.”

“If my children are silly I must hope to be always sensible of it.”

“Yes—but as it happens, they are all of them very clever.”

“This is the only point, I flatter myself, on which we do not agree. I had hoped that our sentiments coincided in every particular, but I must so far differ from you as to think our two youngest daughters uncommonly foolish.”

“My dear Mr. Bennet, you must not expect such girls to have the sense of their father and mother.When they get to our age I dare say they will not think about officers any more than we do.I remember the time when I liked a redcoat myself very well—and indeed so I do still at my heart；and if a smart young colonel, with five or six thousand a year, should want one of my girls, I shall not say nay to him；and I thought Colonel Forster looked very becoming the other night at Sir William's in his regimentals.”

“Mama，”cried Lydia，“my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go so often to Miss Watson's as they did when they first came；she sees them now very often standing in Clarke's library.”

Mrs. Bennet was prevented replying by the entrance of the footman with a note for Miss Bennet；it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer.Mrs.Bennet's eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read，

“Well, Jane, who is it from？what is it about？What does he say？Well, Jane, make haste and tell us；make haste, my love.”

“It is from Miss Bingley，”said Jane, and then read it aloud.My dear friend，If you are not so compassionate as to dine today with Louisa and me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a whole day's tête-à-tête between two women can never end without a quarrel.Come as soon as you can on the receipt of this.My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers.Yours ever.Caroline Bingley

“With the officers！”cried Lydia.“I wonder my aunt did not tell us of that.”

“Dining out，”said Mrs. Bennet，“that is very unlucky.”

“Can I have the carriage？”said Jane.

“No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely torain, and then you must stay all night.”

“That would be a good scheme，”said Elizabeth，“if you were sure that they would not offer to send her home.”

“Oh！but the gentlemen will have Mr. Bingley's chaise to go to Meryton；and the Hursts have no horses to theirs.”

“I had much rather go in the coach.”

“But, my dear, your father cannot spare the horses, I am sure. They are wanted in the farm, Mr.Bennet, are not they？

“They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them.”

“But if you have got them today，”said Elizabeth，“my mother's purpose will be answered.”

She did at last extort from her father an acknowledgment that the horses were engaged. Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her mother attended her to the door with many cheerful prognostics of a bad day.Her hopes were answered；Jane had not been gone long before it rained hard.Her sisters were uneasy for her, but her mother was delighted.The rain continued the whole evening without intermission；Jane certainly could not come back.

“This was a lucky idea of mine, indeed！”said Mrs. Bennet, more than once, as if the credit of making it rain were all her own.Till the next morning, however, she was not aware of all the felicity of her contrivance.Breakfast was scarcely over when a servant from Netherfield brought the following note for Elizabeth：

My dearest Lizzy，

I find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be imputed to my getting wet through yesterday. My kind friends will not hear of my returning home till I am better.They insist also on my seeing Mr.Jones—therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his having been to me—and excepting a sore throat and headache there is not much the matter with me.Yours, etc.

“Well, my dear，”said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud，“if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness, if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr.Bingley, and under your orders.”

“Oh！I am not at all afraid of her dying. People do not die of little trifling colds.She will be taken good care of.As long as she stays there, it is all very well.I would go and see her, if I could have the carriage.”

Elizabeth, feeling really anxious, was determined to go to her, though the carriage was not to be had；and as she was no horsewoman, walking was her only alternative. She declared her resolution.

“How can you be so silly，”cried her mother，“as to think of such a thing in all this dirt！You will not be fit to be seen when you get there.”

“I shall be very fit to see Jane—which is all I want.”

“Is this a hint to me, Lizzy，”said her father，“to send for the horses？”

“No, indeed. I do not wish to avoid the walk.The distance is nothing, when one has a motive；only three miles.I shall be back by dinner.”

“I admire the activity of your benevolence，”observed Mary，“but every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason；and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required.”

“We will go as far as Meryton with you，”said Catherine and Lydia. Elizabeth accepted their company, and the three young ladies set off together.

“If we make haste，”said Lydia, as they walked along，“perhaps we may see something of Captain Carter before he goes.”

In Meryton they parted；the two youngest repaired to the lodgings of one of the officers'wives, and Elizabeth continued her walk alone, crossing field after field at a quick pace, jumping over stiles and springing over puddles with impatient activity, and finding herself at last within view of the house, with weary ankles, dirty stockings, and a face glowing with the warmth of exercise.

She was shown into the breakfast-parlour, where all but Jane were assembled, and where her appearance created a great deal of surprise. That she should have walked three miles so early in the day, in such dirty weather, and by herself, was almost incredible to Mrs.Hurst and Miss Bingley；and Elizabeth was convinced that they held her in contempt for it.She was received, however, very politely by them；and in their brother's manners there was something better than politeness；there was good humour and kindness.Mr.Darcy said very little, and Mr.Hurst nothing at all.The former was divided between admiration of the brilliancy which exercise had given to hercomplexion, and doubt as to the occasion's justifying her coming so far alone.The latter was thinking only of his breakfast.

Her inquiries after her sister were not very favourably answered. Miss Bennet had slept ill, and though up, was very feverish and not well enough to leave her room.Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her immediately；and Jane, who had only been withheld by the fear of giving alarm or inconvenience from expressing in her note how much she longed for such a visit, was delighted at her entrance.She was not equal, however, to much conversation, and when Miss Bingley left them together, could attempt little beside expressions of gratitude for the extraordinary kindness she was treated with.Elizabeth silently attended her.

When breakfast was over, they were joined by the sisters；and Elizabeth began to like them herself, when she saw how much affection and solicitude they showed for Jane. The apothecary came, and having examined his patient, said, as might be supposed, that she had caught a violent cold, and that they must endeavour to get the better of it；advised her to return to bed, and promised her some draughts.The advice was followed readily, for the feverish symptoms increased, and her head ached acutely.Elizabeth did not quit her room for a moment, nor were the other ladies often absent；the gentlemen being out, they had in fact nothing to do elsewhere.

When the clock struck three, Elizabeth felt that she must go；and very unwillingly said so. Miss Bingley offered her the carriage, and she only wanted a little pressing to accept it, when Jane testified such concern in parting with her that Miss Bingley was obliged to convert the offer of the chaise into an invitation to remain at Netherfield for the present.Elizabeth most thankfully consented, and a servant was dispatched to Longbourn to acquaint the family with her stay, and bring back a supply of clothes.第八章　Chapter 8导读

简的身体情况还是没有好转，宾利姐妹俩只是象征性地慰问了几句便抛之脑后了，伊丽莎白原本对她们产生的好感又变成了厌恶。她知道只有宾利是真心关心姐姐的身体，宾利小姐的心思全在达西身上。

宾利姐妹俩背后说着伊丽莎白的坏话，她们都很不喜欢她，但达西却仍旧对伊丽莎白充满爱慕之情，这让宾利小姐很不开心。

宾利姐妹俩在简的面前一直装出温柔体贴的样子。伊丽莎白等到姐姐睡着之后到楼下找了些书消遣，这更引起那姐妹俩的不满。宾利小姐提起了多才多艺的达西小姐，又是一阵奉承。达西认为多才多艺的女人必须精通音乐、绘画、舞蹈等，但伊丽莎白却认为没有这样十全十美的人。这引起了宾利姐妹俩的不满，宾利小姐认为伊丽莎白是用贬低别人来抬高自己。

t five o'clock the two ladies retired to dress, and at half past six

Elizabeth was summoned to dinner. To the civil inquiries which A

then poured in, and amongst which she had the pleasure of distinguishing the much superior solicitude of Mr.Bingley's, she could not make a very favourable answer.Jane was by no means better.The sisters, on hearing this, repeated three or four times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was to have a bad cold, and how excessively they disliked being ill themselves；and then thought no more of the matter：and their indifference towards Jane when not immediately before them, restored Elizabeth to the enjoyment of all her original dislike.伊丽莎白陪伴生病的姐姐

Their brother, indeed, was the only one of the party whom she could regard with any complacency. His anxiety for Jane was evident, and his attentions to herself most pleasing, and they prevented her feeling herself so much an intruder as she believed she was considered by the others.She had very little notice from any but him.Miss Bingley was engrossed by Mr.Darcy, her sister scarcely less so；and as for Mr.Hurst, by whom Elizabeth sat, he was an indolent man, who lived only to eat, drink, and play at cards, who when he found her prefer a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing to say to her.

When dinner was over she returned directly to Jane, and Miss Bingley began abusing her as soon as she was out of the room. Her manners were pronounced to be very bad indeed, a mixture of pride and impertinence；she had no conversation, no style, no taste, no beauty.Mrs.Hurst thought the same, and added，

“She has nothing, in short, to recommend her, but being an excellent walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning.She really looked almost wild.”

“She did indeed, Louisa. I could hardly keep my countenance.Very nonsensical to come at all！Why must she be scampering about the country because her sister had a cold？Her hair so untidy, so blowsy！”

“Yes, and her petticoat；I hope you saw her petticoat, six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain；and the gown which had been let down to hide it, not doing its office.”

“Your picture may be very exact, Louisa，”said Bingley；“but this was all lost upon me. I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennet looked remarkably well when she came into the room this morning.Her dirty petticoat quite escaped my notice.”

“You observed it, Mr. Darcy, I am sure，”said Miss Bingley；“and I am inclined to think that you would not wish to see your sister make such an exhibition.”

“Certainly not.”

“To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone！what could she mean by it？It seemsto me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country town indifference to decorum.”

“It shows an affection for her sister that is very pleasing，”said Bingley.

“I am afraid, Mr. Darcy，”observed Miss Bingley, in a half whisper，“that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine eyes.”

“Not at all，”he replied；“they were brightened by the exercise.”—A short pause followed this speech, and Mrs. Hurst began again.

“I have an excessive regard for Jane Bennet, she is really a very sweet girl, and I wish with all my heart she were well settled. But with such a father and mother, and such low connections, I am afraid there is no chance of it.”

“I think I have heard you say that their uncle is an attorney in Meryton.”

“Yes；and they have another, who lives somewhere near Cheapside.”

“That is capital，”added her sister, and they both laughed heartily.

“If they had uncles enough to fill all Cheapside，”cried Bingley，“it would not make them one jot less agreeable.”

“But it must very materially lessen their chance of marrying men of any consideration in the world，”replied Darcy.

To this speech Bingley made no answer；but his sisters gave it their hearty assent, and indulged their mirth for some time at the expense of their dear friend's vulgar relations.

With a renewal of tenderness, however, they repaired to her room on leaving the dining-parlour, and sat with her till summoned to coffee. She was still very poorly, and Elizabeth would not quit her at all, till late in the evening when she had the comfort of seeing her asleep, and when it appeared to her rather right than pleasant that she should go downstairs herself.On entering the drawingroom she found the whole party at loo, and was immediately invited to join them；but suspecting them to be playing high she declined it, and making her sister theexcuse, said she would amuse herself for the short time she could stay below with a book.Mr.Hurst looked at her with astonishment.

“Do you prefer reading to cards？”said he；“that is rather singular.”

“Miss Eliza Bennet，”said Miss Bingley，“despises cards. She is a great reader and has no pleasure in anything else.”

“I deserve neither such praise nor such censure，”cried Elizabeth；“I amnot a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things.”

“In nursing your sister I am sure you have pleasure，”said Bingley；“and I hope it will soon be increased by seeing her quite well.”

Elizabeth thanked him from her heart, and then walked towards a table where a few books were lying. He immediately offered to fetch her others；all that his library afforded.

“And I wish my collection were larger for your benefit and my own credit；but I am an idle fellow, and though I have not many, I have more than I ever look into.”

Elizabeth assured him that she could suit herself perfectly with those in the room.

“I am astonished，”said Miss Bingley，“that my father should have left so small a collection of books. What a delightful library you have at Pemberley, Mr.Darcy！”

“It ought to be good，”he replied，“it has been the work of many generations.”

“And then you have added so much to it yourself, you are always buying books.”

“I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these.”

“Neglect！I am sure you neglect nothing that can add to the beauties of that noble place. Charles, when you build your house, I wish it may be half as delightful as Pemberley.”

“I wish it may.”

“But I would really advise you to make your purchase in that neighbourhood, and take Pemberley for a kind of model. There is not a finer county in England than Derbyshire.”

“With all my heart；I will buy Pemberley itself if Darcy will sell it.”

“I am talking of possibilities, Charles.”

“Upon my word, Caroline, I should think it more possible to get Pemberley by purchase than by imitation.”

Elizabeth was so much caught by what passed as to leave her very little attention for her book；and soon laying it wholly aside, she drew near thecard-table, and stationed herself between Mr. Bingley and his eldest sister to observe the game.

“Is Miss Darcy much grown since the spring？”said Miss Bingley；“will she be as tall as I am？”

“I think she will. She is now about Miss Elizabeth Bennet's height, or rather taller.”

“How I long to see her again！I never met with anybody who delighted me so much. Such a countenance, such manners！and so extremely accomplished for her age！Her performance on the pianoforte is exquisite.”

“It is amazing to me，”said Bingley，“how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished as they all are.”

“All young ladies accomplished！My dear Charles, what do you mean？”

“Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint tables, cover screens, and net purses.I scarcely know any one who cannot'do all this, and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first time without being informed that she was very accomplished.”

“Your list of the common extent of accomplishments，”said Darcy，“has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who deserves it no otherwise than by netting a purse, or covering a screen.But I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general.I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen, in the whole range of my acquaintance, that are really accomplished.”

“Nor I, I am sure，”said Miss Bingley.

“Then，”observed Elizabeth，“you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished woman.”

“Yes；I do comprehend a great deal in it.”

“Oh！certainly，”cried his faithful assistant，“no one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, all the modern languages, to deserve the word；and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.”

“All this she must possess，”added Darcy，“and to all this she must yet addsomething more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.”

“I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.”

“Are you so severe upon your own sex as to doubt the possibility of all this？”

“I never saw such a woman. I never saw such capacity, and taste, and application, and elegance, as you describe, united.”

Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley both cried out against the injustice of her implied doubt, and were both protesting that they knew many women who answered this description, when Mr.Hurst called them to order with bitter complaints of their inattention to what was going forward.As all conversation was thereby at an end, Elizabeth soon afterwards left the room.

“Eliza Bernnet，”said Miss Bingley, When the door was closed on her，“is one of those young ladies who seek to recommend themselves to the other sex by undervaluing their own；and with many men, I dare say, it succeeds. But, in my opinion, it is a paltry device, a very mean art.

“Undoubtedly，”replied Darcy, to whom this remark was chiefly addressed，“there is meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes condescend to employ for captivation. Whatever bears affinity to cunning is despicable.”

Miss Bingley was not so entirely satisfied with this reply as to continue the subject.

Elizabeth joined them again only to say that her sister was worse, and that she could not leave her. Bingley urged Mr.Jones's being sent for immediately；while his sisters, convinced that no country advice could be of any service, recommended an express to town for one of the most eminent physicians.This she would not hear of；but she was not so unwilling to comply with their brother's proposal；and it was settled that Mr.Jones should be sent for early in the morning, if Miss Bennet were not decidedly better.Bingley was quite uncomfortable；his sisters declared that they were miserable.They solaced their wretchedness, however, by duets after supper, while he could find no better relief to his feelings than by giving his housekeeper directions that every possible attention might be paid to the sick lady and her sister.第九章　Chapter 9导读

简的身体略有好转，这让伊丽莎白终于放下心来。贝内特太太知道女儿的病不是很严重时，还是希望她多在内瑟菲尔德待些日子。当女儿提出要回家时，她急忙以各种借口阻止。

达西认为乡下的视野比较狭窄，这惹怒了贝内特太太，她认为城里和乡下各有各的优点，根本没有本质的区别。伊丽莎白急忙替达西先生解释，但贝内特太太依然很计较。宾利小姐指桑骂槐，说自命不凡、叽叽喳喳的人根本谈不上教养。一阵争论和沉默之后，贝内特太太又一次感谢宾利先生的照顾。临走时，莉迪亚直接提醒宾利先生不要忘记再开一次舞会，宾利先生给了她满意的回答。

lizabeth passed the chief of the night in her sister's room, and in

the morning had the pleasure of being able to send a tolerable E

answer to the inquiries which she very early received from Mr. Bingley by a housemaid, and some time afterwards from the two elegant ladies who waited on his sisters.In spite of this amendment, however, she requested to have a note sent to Longbourn, desiring her mother to visit Jane and form her own judgment of her situation.The note was immediately dispatched, and its contents as quickly complied with Mrs.Bennet, accompanied by her two youngest girls, reached Netherfield soon after the family breakfast.贝内特太太向宾利表示感谢

Had she found Jane in any apparent danger, Mrs. Bennet would have been very miserable；but being satisfied on seeing her that her illness was not alarming, she had no wish of her recovering immediately, as her restoration to health would probably remove her from Netherfield.She would not listen therefore to her daughter's proposal of being carried home；neither did the apothecary, who arrived about the same time, think it at all advisable.After sitting a little while with Jane, on Miss Bingley's appearance and invitation, the mother and three daughters all attended her into the breakfast parlour.Bingfey met them with hopes that Mrs.Bennet had not found Miss Bennet worse than she expected.

“Indeed I have, sir，”was her answer.“She is a great deal too ill to be moved. Mr.Jones says we must not think of moving her.We must trespass a little longer on your kindness.”

“Removed！”cried Bingley.“It must not be thought of. My sister, I am sure, will not hear of her removal.”

“You may depend upon it, madam，”said Miss Bingley, with cold civility，“that Miss Bennet shall receive every possible attention while she remains with us.”

Mrs. Bennet was profuse in her acknowledgments.

“I am sure，”she added，“if it was not for such good friends I do not know what would become of her, for she is very ill indeed, and suffers a vast deal, though with the greatest patience in the world, which is always the way with her, for she has without exception the sweetest temper I ever met with. I often tell my other girls they are nothing to her, You have a sweet room here, Mr.Bingley, and a charming prospect over that gravel walk.I do not know a place in the country that is equal to Netherfield.You will not think of quitting it in a hurry, I hope, though you have but a short lease.”

“Whatever I do is done in a hurry，”replied he；“and therefore if I should resolve to quit Netherfield, I should probably be off in five minutes. At present, however, I consider myself as quite fixed here.”

“That is exactly what I should have supposed of you，”said Elizabeth.

“You begin to comprehend me, do you？”cried he, turning towards her.

“Oh！yes—I understand you perfectly.”

“I wish I might take this for a compliment；but to be so easily seen throughI am afraid is pitiful.”

“That is as it happens. It does not necessarily follow that a deep, intricate character is more or less estimable than such a one as yours.”

“Lizzy，”cried her mother，“remember where you are, and do not run on in the wild manner that you are suffered to do at home.”

“I did not know before，”continued Bingley immediately，“that you were a studier of character. It must be an amusing study.”

“Yes；but intricate characters are the most amusing. They have at least that advantage.”

“The country，”said Darcy，“can in general supply but few subjects for such a study. In a country neighbourhood you move in a very confined and unvarying society.”

“But people themselves alter so much that there is something new to be observed in them forever.”

“Yes, indeed，”cried Mrs. Bennet, offended by his manner of mentioning a country neighbourhood.“I assure you there is quite as much of that going on in the country as in town.”

Everybody was surprised；and Darcy, after looking at her for a moment, turned silently away. Mrs.Bennet, who fancied she had gained a complete victory over him, continued her triumph.

“I cannot see that London has any great advantage over the country for my part, except the shops and public places. The country is a vast deal pleasanter, is not it, Mr.Bingley？”

“When I am in the country，”he replied，“I never wish to leave it；and when I am in town it is pretty much the same. They have each their advantages, and I can be equally happy in either.”

“Aye—that is because you have the right disposition. But that gentleman，”looking at Darcy，“seemed to think the country was nothing at all.”

“Indeed, Mama, you are mistaken，”said Elizabeth, blushing for her mother.“You quite mistook Mr. Darcy.He only meant that there were not such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in town, which you must acknowledge to be true.”

“Certainly, my dear, nobody said there were；but as to not meeting with many people in this neighbourhood, I believe there are few neighbourhoodslarger. I know we dine with four and twenty families.”

Nothing but concern for Elizabeth could enable Bingley to keep his countenance. His sister was less delicate, and directed her eye towards Mr.Darcy with a very expressive smile.Elizabeth, for the sake of saying something that might turn her mother's thoughts, now asked her if Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn since her coming away.

“Yes, she called yesterday with her father. What an agreeable man Sir William is, Mr.Bingley—is not he？So much the man of fashion！So genteel and so easy！He has always something to say to everybody.That is my idea of good breeding；and those persons who fancy themselves very important and never open their mouths quite mistake the matter.

“Did Charlotte dine with you？”

“No, she would go home. I fancy she was wanted about the mince pies.For my part, Mr.Bingley, I always keep servants that can do their own work；my daughters are brought up differently.But everybody is to judge for themselves, and the Lucases are very good sort of girls, I assure you.It is a pity they are not handsome！Not that I think Charlotte so very plain—but then she is our particular friend.”

“She seems a very pleasant young woman，”said Bingley.

“Oh！dear, yes；but you must own she is very plain. Lady Lucas herself has often said so, and envied me Jane's beauty.I do not like to boast of my own child, but to be sure, Jane—one does not often see anybody better looking.It is what everybody says.I do not trust my own partiality.When she was only fifteen, there was a gentleman at my brother Gardiner's in town so much in love with her that my sister-in-law was sure he would make her an offer before we came away.But, however, he did not.Perhaps he thought her too young.However, he wrote some verses on her, and very pretty they were.”

“And so ended his affection，”said Elizabeth impatiently.“There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love！”

“I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love，”said Darcy.

“Of a fine, stout, healthy love it may. Everything nourishes what is strong already.But if it he only a slight, thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away.”

Darcy only smiled；and the general pause which ensued made Elizabeth tremble lest her mother should be exposing herself again. She longed to speak, but could think of nothing to say；and after a short silence Mrs.Bennet began repeating her thanks to Mr.Bingley for his kindness to Jane, with an apology for troubling him also with Lizzy.Mr.Bingley was unaffectedly civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be civil also, and say what the occasion required.She performed her part indeed without much graciousness, but Mrs.Bennet was satisfied, and soon afterwards ordered her carriage.Upon this signal, the youngest of her daughters put herself forward.The two girls had been whispering to each other during the whole visit, and the result of it was that the youngest should tax Mr.Bingley with having promised on his first coming into the country to give a ball at Netherfield.

Lydia was a stout, well-grown girl of fifteen, with a fine complexion and good-humoured countenance；a favourite with her mother, whose affection had brought her into public at an early age. She had high animal spirits, and a sort of natural self-con-sequence, which the attentions of the officers, to whom her uncle's good dinners and her own easy manners recommended her, had increased into assurance.She was very equal therefore to address Mr.Bingley on the subject of the ball and abruptly reminded him of his promise, adding that it would be the most shameful thing in the world if he did not keep it.His answer to this sudden attack was delightful to their mother's ear.

“I am perfectly ready, I assure you, to keep my engagement；and when your sister is recovered, you shall if you please name the very day of the ball. But you would not wish to be dancing while she is ill.”

Lydia declared herself satisfied.“Oh！yes—it would be much better to wait till Jane was well, and by that time most likely Captain Carter would be at Meryton again. And when you have given your ball”she added，“I shall insist on their giving one also.I shall tell Colonel Forster it will be quite a shame if he does not.”

Mrs. Bennet and her daughters then departed, and Elizabeth returned instantly to Jane, leaving her own and her relations'behaviour to the remarks of the two ladies and Mr.Darcy；the latter of whom, however, could not be prevailed on to join in their censure of her, in spite of all Miss Bingley's witticisms on fine eyes.第十章　Chapter 10导读

简的身体正在渐渐康复。这天晚上大家坐在客厅里，宾利小姐坐在正在写信的达西身边，不停地想和达西聊天，但达西对她总是爱理不理的。这样的情景让伊丽莎白觉得很有趣。宾利先生也加入了他们的对话，他和达西先生两个人互相调侃着。宾利嘲讽着达西的可恶，这让他妹妹很气愤，她替达西辩论起来。达西终于写完了信，他请求宾利小姐和伊丽莎白弹奏乐曲来听听。在宾利姐妹俩表演的时候，伊丽莎白注意到达西的眼神一直在盯着自己，她只能认为达西这样是因为看自己不顺眼。在宾利小姐弹起苏格兰小曲时，达西邀请伊丽莎白一起跳舞，她拒绝时候那温柔调皮的眼神又一次俘虏了达西的心。宾利小姐心里越发嫉妒起来，真想把伊丽莎白赶走。

第二天和达西散步的时候正好碰到了伊丽莎白和赫斯特夫人，宾利姐妹俩拉着达西，扔下了伊丽莎白，谁知伊丽莎白反而开开心心地回去陪姐姐了。he day passed much as the day before had done. Mrs.Hurst and Miss Bingley had spent some hours of the morning with the Tinvalid, who continued, though slowly, to mend；and in the evening Elizabeth joined their party in the drawing-room.The too 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.伊丽莎白弹奏乐曲

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 the 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 easecannot 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 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 reproof.”

“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 can be of no real advantage to yourself or any one 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 honour, I believed 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 dependant 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 amonth.”

“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 the 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 speak for himself.”

“You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never 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 favour 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 behaviour 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 withrather 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.Thesupposition 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 afterwards Mr. Darcy, drawing near Elizabeth, said to her—

“Do not you 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 motherin-law a few hints, when this desirable event takes place, as to the advantage of holding her tongue；and if you can compass it, do cure the younger girls of running after the officers，—And, if I may mention so delicate a subject, endeavour 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 inthe 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 colour and shape, and the eye-lashes, 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，“in 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 least inclination to remain with them, laughingly answered，

“No, no；stay where you are. You are charmingly group'd, and appear to uncommon advantage.The picturesque would be spoiled by admitting a fourth.Goodbye.”

She then ran gaily 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.第十一章　Chapter 11导读

简的身体已大有好转，伊丽莎白陪她来到客厅。当男士们进来时，宾利小姐立刻依偎到达西先生身边。宾利先生对简关怀备至，心思全放在简身上。赫斯特先生提出打牌的主意，但遭到宾利小姐的拒绝，因为她早已打听到达西先生不喜欢打牌。宾利小姐假装看着书，眼睛却不停地看着达西，没完没了地搭讪着。后来实在无聊至极，她就假装站起身来在屋里溜达，同时还邀请伊丽莎白参加，达西看穿了宾利小姐的把戏。

伊丽莎白和达西就人的缺点这个话题开始讨论，宾利小姐见自己插不上话，就厌烦地让姐姐弹起钢琴。hen the ladies removed after dinner, Elizabeth ran up to her sister, and seeing her well guarded from cold, attended her into Wthe drawingroom, 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 humour, 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 towards Darcy, and she had something to say to him be fore 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 fire-place, that she might be farther from the door.He then sat down by her, and talked scarcely to any one else.Elizabeth, at work in the opposite comer, saw it all with great delight.简的身体已大有好转

When tea was over, Mr. Hurst reminded his sisterin-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 of some amusement；when hearing her brother mentioning a ball to Miss Bennet, she turned suddenly towards 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 amongus 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 Nicholls 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 afterwards 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 theevening 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 honour I do not. I do assure you that my intimacy has not yet taught me that.Tease calmness of temper and presence of mind！No, no—I 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 acquaintance.I dearly love a laugh.”

“Miss Bingley，”said he，“has given me credit for more than can be. The wisest and the 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 any one. 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 indeed. 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 others as 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 for ever.

“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.第十二章　Chapter 12导读

简和伊丽莎白商量后决定回家，可是贝内特太太不同意。她们决定向宾利先生借马车，并答应到第二天再走。第二天一大早，贝内特姐妹俩回家了，她们的母亲很不高兴，但贝内特先生很高兴女儿的归来。晚饭后，妹妹们开始给她们俩讲述这些日子的新闻。n consequence of an agreement between the sisters, Elizabeth wrote the next morning to her mother to beg that the carriage might Ibe sent for them in the course of the day. But Mrs.Bennet, who had calculated on her daughters remaining at Netherfield till the following Tuesday, which would exactly finish Jane's week could not bring herself to receive them with pleasure before.Her answer, therefore, was not propitious, at least not to Elizabeth's wishes, for she was impatient to get home.Mrs.Bennet sent them word that they could not possibly have the carriage before Tuesday；and in her postscript it was added that if Mr.Bingley and his sister pressed them to stay longer, she could spare them very well.—Against staying longer, however, Elizabeth was positively resolved—nor did she much expect it would be asked；and fearful, on the contrary, as being considered as intruding themselves needlessly long, she urged Jane to borrow Mr.Bingley's carriage immediately, and at length it was settled that their original design of leaving Netherfield that morning should be mentioned，and the request made.贝内特先生欢迎女儿

The communication excited many professions of concern；and enough was said of wishing them to stay at least till the following day to work on Jane；and till the morrow, their going was deferred. Miss Bingley was then sorry that she had proposed the delay, for her jealousy and dislike of one sister much exceeded her affection for the other.

The master of the house heard with real sorrow that they were to go so soon, and repeatedly tried to persuade Miss Bennet that it would not be safe for her—that she was not enough recovered；but Jane was firm where she felt herself to be right.

To Mr. Darcy it was welcome intelligence—Elizabeth had been at Netherfield long enough.She attracted him more than he liked—and Miss Bingley was uncivil to her, and more teasing than usual to himself.He wisely resolved to be particularly careful that no sign of admiration should now escape him, nothing that could elevate her with the hope of influencing his felicity, sensible that if such an idea had been suggested his behaviour during the last day must have material weight in confirming or crushing it.Steady to his purpose, he scarcely spoke ten words to her through the whole of Saturday, and though they were at one time left by themselves for half an hour, he adhered most conscientiously to his book, and would not even look at her.

On Sunday, after morning service, the separation, so agreeable to almost all, took place. Miss Bingley's civility to Elizabeth increased at last very rapidly, as well as her affection for Jane；and when they parted, after assuring the latter of the pleasure it would always give her to see her either at Longbourn or Netherfield and embracing her most tenderly, she even shook hands with the former.Elizabeth took leave of the whole party in the liveliest spirits.

They were not welcomed home very cordially by their mother. Mrs.Bennet wondered at their coming, and thought them very wrong to give so much trouble, and was sure Jane would have caught cold again.—But their father, though very laconic in his expressions of pleasure, was really glad to see them；he had felt their importance in the family circle.The evening conversation, when they were all assembled, had lost much of its animation, and almost all its sense, by the absence of Jane and Elizabeth.

They found Mary, as usual, deep in the study of thorough bass and human nature；and had some new extracts to admire, and some new observations of the threadbare morality to listen to. Catherine and Lydia had information for them of a different sort.Much had been done, and much had been said in the regiment since the preceding Wednesday；several of the officers had dined lately with their uncle, a private had been flogged, and it had actually been hinted that Colonel Forster was going to be married.第十三章　Chapter 13导读

贝内特先生的表侄柯林斯是他的遗产继承人，这件事情让贝内特太太一直很不舒服，因为自己的家产竟然要让毫不相干的外人继承。柯林斯来信说想弥补先父和贝内特先生的不和，他已经被凯瑟琳夫人任命为教区的教士；并告知他将来访，届时会向贝内特小姐们做出一切可能的补偿。大家听完信的内容，都在猜测柯林斯到底是什么样的人。

柯林斯在预定的时间准时到达了，他身材高大，看上去气派端庄。他对小姐们的美貌恭维奉承之后，又赞美了房子，这让贝内特太太很不开心，因为贝内特太太觉得似乎他已经认为房子是自己的了。 hope, my dear，”said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were at breakfast the next morning，“that you have ordered a good dinner “Itoday, because I have reason to expect an addition to our family party.”

“Who do you mean, my dear？I know of nobody that is coming, I am sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in, and I hope my dinners are good enough for her. I do not believe she often sees such at home.”

“The person of whom I speak is a gentleman and a stranger.”Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled.“A gentleman and a stranger！It is Mr.Bingley, I am sure.Why, Jane—you never dropped a word of this；you sly thing！Well I am sure I shall be extremely glad to see Mr.Bingley.But—good lord！how unlucky！there is not a bit of fish to be got today. Lydia, my love, ring the bell.I must speak to Hill, this moment.柯林斯身材高大

“It is not Mr. Bingley，”said her husband；“it is a person whom I never saw in the whole course of my life.”

This roused a general astonishment；and he had the pleasure of being eagerly questioned by his wife and five daughters at once.

After amusing himself some time with their curiosity, he thus explained.“About a month ago I received this letter, and about a fortnight ago I answered it, for I thought it a case of some delicacy, and requiring early attention. It is from my cousin, Mr.Collins, who, when I am dead, may turn you all out of this house as soon as he pleases.

“Oh！my dear，”cried his wife，“I cannot bear to hear that mentioned. Pray do not talk of that odious man.I do think it is the hardest thing in the world that your estate should be entailed away from your own children；and I am sure if I had been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or other about it.”

Jane and Elizabeth attempted to explain to her the nature of an entail. They had often attempted it before, but it was a subject on which Mrs.Bennet was beyond the reach of reason；and she continued to rail bitterly against the cruelty of settling an estate away from a family of five daughters, in favour of a man whom nobody cared anything about.

“It certainly is a most iniquitous affair，”said Mr. Bennet，“and nothing can clear Mr.Collins from the guilt of inheriting Longbourn.But if you will listen to his letter, you may perhaps be a little softened by his manner of expressing himself.”

“No, that I am sure I shall not；and I think it was very impertinent of him to write to you at all, and very hypocritical. I hate such false friends.Why could not he keep on quarrelling with you, as his father did before him？”

“Why, indeed, he does seem to have had some filial scruples on that head, as you will hear.”Hunsford, near Westerham, Kent，15th October.Dear Sir，The disagreement subsisting between yourself and my late honoured father always gave me much uneasiness, and since I have had the misfortune to lose him, I have frequently wished to heal the breach；but for some time I was kept back by my own doubts, fearing lest it might seem disrespectful to his memory for me to be on good terms with any one with whom it had always pleased him to be at variance.—“There, Mrs. Bennet.”—My mind however is now made up on the subject, for having received ordination at Easter, I have been so fortunate as to be distinguished by the patronage of the Right Honourable Lady Catherine de Bourgh, widow of Sir Lewis de Bourgh, whose bounty and beneficence has preferred me to the valuable rectory of this parish, where it shall be my earnest endeavour to demean my self with grateful respect towards her Ladyship, and be very ready to perform those rites and ceremonies which are instituted by the Church of England.As a clergyman, moreover, I feel it my duty to promote and establish the blessing of peace in all families within the reach of my influence；and on these grounds I flatter myself that my present overtures of goodwill are highly commendable, and that the circumstance of my being next in the entail of Longbourn estate will be kindly overlooked on your side, and not lead you to reject the offered olive branch.I cannot be otherwise than concerned at being the means of injuring your amiable daughters, and beg leave to apologize for it, as well as to assure you of my readiness to make them every possible amends—but of this hereafter.If you should have no objection to receive me into your house, I propose myself the satisfaction of waiting on you and your family, Monday, November 18th, by four o'clock, and shall probably trespass on your hospitality till the Saturday sennight following, which I can do without any inconvenience, as Lady Catherine is far from objecting to my occasional absence on a Sunday, provided that some other clergyman is engaged to do the duty of the day.I remain, dear sir, with respectful compliments to your lady and daughters, your wellwisher and friend，William Collins

“At four o'clock, therefore, we may expect this peacemaking gentleman，”said Mr. Bennet, as he folded up the letter.“He seems to be a mostconscientious and polite young man, upon my word；and I doubt not will prove a valuable acquaintance, especially if Lady Catherine should be so indulgent as to let him come to us again.”

“There is some sense in what he says about the girls, however；and if he is disposed to make them any amends, I shall not be the person to discourage him.”

“Though it is difficult，”said Jane，“to guess in what way he can mean to make us the atonement he thinks our due, the wish is certainly to his credit.”

Elizabeth was chiefly struck with his extraordinary deference for Lady Catherine, and his kind intention of christening, marrying, and burying his parishioners whenever it were required.

“He must be an oddity, I think，”said she.“I cannot make him out.—There is something very pompous in his style.—And what can he mean by apologizing for being next in the entail？—We cannot suppose he would help it, if he could.—Can he be a sensible man, sir？”

“No, my dear；I think not. I have great hopes of finding him quite the reverse.There is a mixture of servility and self-importance in his letter, which promises well.I am impatient to see him.”

“In point of composition，”said Mary，“his letter does not seem defective. The idea of the olive branch perhaps is not wholly new, yet I think it is well expressed.”

To Catherine and Lydia neither the letter nor its writer were in any degree interesting. It was next to impossible that their cousin should come in a scarlet coat, and it was now some weeks since they had received pleasure from the society of a man in any other colour.As for their mother, Mr.Collinse's letter had done away much of her ill will, and she was preparing to see him with a degree of composure, which astonished her husband and daughters.

Mr. Collins was punctual to his time, and was received with great politeness by the whole family.Mr.Bennet indeed said little；but the ladies were ready enough to talk, and Mr.Collins seemed neither in need of encouragement, nor inclined to be silent himself.He was a tall, heavy looking young man of five and twenty.His air was grave and stately, and his manners were very formal.He had not been long seated before he complimented Mrs.Bennet on having so fine a family of daughters；said he had heard much of their beauty, but that, in this instance, fame had fallen short of the truth；and added that he did not doubt her seeing them all in due time well disposed of in marriage.This gallantry was not much to the taste of some of his hearers, but Mrs.Bennet, who quarrelled with no compliments, answered most readily，

“You are very kind, sir, I am sure；and I wish with all my heart it may prove so；for else they will be destitute enough. Things are settled so oddly.”

“You allude perhaps to the entail of this estate.”

“Ah！sir, I do indeed. It is a grievous affair to my poor girls, you must confess.Not that I mean to find fault with.you, for such things I know are all chance in this world.There is no knowing how estates will go when once they come to be entailed.”

“I am very sensible, madam, of the hardship to my fair cousins—and could say much on the subject, but that I am cautious of appearing forward and precipitate. But I can assure the young ladies that I come prepared to admire them.At present I will not say more, but perhaps when we are better acquainted—”

He was interrupted by a summons to dinner；and the girls smiled on each other. They were not the only objects of Mt.Collins's admiration.The hall, the dining-room, and all its furniture were examined and praised；and his commendation of everything would have touched Mrs.Bennet's heart, but for the mortifying supposition of his viewing it all as his own future property.The dinner too in its turn was highly admired；and he begged to know to which of his fair cousins the excellence of its cookery was owing.But here he was set right by Mrs.Bennet, who assured him with some asperity that they were very well able to keep a good cook, and that her daughters had nothing to do in the kitchen.He begged pardon for having displeased her.In a softened tone she declared herself not at all offended；but he continued to apologize for about a quarter of an hour.第十四章　Chapter 14导读

吃完饭后，贝内特先生与柯林斯交谈起来，柯林斯滔滔不绝地赞美凯瑟琳夫人。说话时那种严肃自负的神态，显示出他对凯瑟琳夫人无比的崇拜和敬畏。当提到凯瑟琳夫人的女儿时，他又一次表现出无比的赞赏。贝内特先生对于柯林斯的唠叨很无奈，这一切到吃茶点的时候终于结束了。可当柯林斯看到一本小说时，连忙表示自己从来不读小说，反而拿起一本《布道集》朗读起来。莉迪亚打断了他，他只好与贝内特先生在一旁准备玩十五子棋。uring dinner Mr. Bennet scarcely spoke at all；but when the servants were withdrawn, he thought it time to have some Dconversation 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 behaviour 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 honour 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 of many people he knew, but he had never see 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 neighbourhood, nor to his leaving his 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 closets upstairs.贝内特对柯林斯的唠叨很是无奈

“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！”cried 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 myself 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 resolute 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 drawingroom 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, Mama, that my uncle Philips talks of turning away Richard, and if he does, Colonel Forster will hire him. My aunt told me so herself onSaturday.I shall walk to Meryton tomorrow 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 written solely 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 behaviour as any affront, seated himself at another table with Mr.Bennet, and prepared for backgammon.第十五章　Chapter 15导读

也许是因为意外之财，鸿运亨通，柯林斯显得很自命不凡，他的经历让他具有傲慢恭顺却又自负谦卑的双重性格。柯林斯这次拜访贝内特家的目的就是想找个太太，当看到贝内特小姐们漂亮的面容时，这一想法更加坚定。刚开始他选中了简，但后来听说简已有对象，又转向伊丽莎白。贝内特先生嫌柯林斯在身边惹得他心烦意乱，便打发他和女儿们出去走走。一路上姑娘们认识了军官丹尼先生和威克姆先生。正在大家谈得很投机时，达西和宾利骑着马经过。达西看到威克姆时，两个人面面相觑，不一会儿便骑马离去。

姑娘们来到姨妈菲利普斯家，介绍完柯林斯后，都开始询问姨妈关于刚才两位先生的事情。临走时，姨妈邀请大家第二天晚上过来吃晚饭，柯林斯则不停地称赞姨妈好客。r. Collins was not a sensible man, and the deficiency of nature had been but little assisted by education or society—the greatest Mpart of his life having been spent under the guidance of an illiterate and miserly father—and though he belonged to one of the universities, he had merely kept the necessary terms, without forming at it any useful acquaintance.The subjection in which his father had brought him up had given him originally great humility of manner, but it was now a good deal counteracted by the self-conceit of a weak head, living in retirement, and the consequential feelings of early and unexpected prosperity.A fortunate chance had recommended him to Lady Catherine de Bourgh when the living of Hunsford was vacant；and the respect which he felt for her high rank, and his veneration for her as his patroness, mingling with a very good opinion of himself, of his authority as a clergyman, and his rights as a rector, made him altogether a mixture of pride and obsequiousness, self-importance and humility.

Having now a good house and very sufficient income, he intended to marry；and in seeking a reconciliation with the Longbourn family he had a wife in view, as he meant to choose one of the daughters, if he found them as hand—some and amiable as they were represented by common report. This was his plan of amends—of atonement—for inheriting their father's estate；and he thought it an excellent one, full of eligibility and suitableness, and excessively generous and disinterested on his own part.

His plan did not vary on seeing them. Miss Bennet's lovely face confirmed his views, and established all his strictest notions of what was due to seniority；and for the first evening she was his settled choice.The next morning, however, made an alteration；for in a quarter of an hour's tête-à-tête with Mrs.Bennet before breakfast, a conversation beginning with his parsonage-house, and leading naturally to the avowal of his hopes that a mistress for it might be found at Longbourn, produced from her, amid very complaisant smiles and general encouragement, a caution against the very Jane he had fixed on.—“As to her younger daughters she could not take upon her to say—she could not positively answer—but she did not know of any prepossession；her eldest daughter, she must mention—she felt it incumbent on her to hint—was likely to be very soon engaged.”

Mr. Collins had only to change from Jane to Elizabeth—and it was soon done—done while Mrs.Bennet was stirring the fire.Elizabeth, equally next to Jane in birth and beauty, succeeded her of course.

Mrs. Bennet treasured up the hint, and trusted that she might soon have two daughters married；and the man whom she could not bear to speak of the day before was now high in her good graces.

Lydia's intention of walking to Meryton was not forgotten；every sisterexcept Mary agreed to go with her；and Mr. Collins was to attend them, at the request of Mr.Bennet, who was most anxious to get rid of him and have his library to himself；for thither Mr.Collins had followed him after breakfast, and there he would continue, nominally engaged with one of the largest folios in the collection, but really talking to Mr.Bennet, with little cessation, of his house and garden at Hunsford.Such doings discomposed Mr.Bennet exceedingly.In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquillity；and though prepared, as he told Elizabeth, to meet with folly and conceit in every other room in the house, he was used to be free from them there；his civility, therefore, was most prompt in inviting Mr.Collins to join his daughters in their walk；and Mr.Collins, being in fact much better fitted for a walker than a reader, was extremely well pleased to close his large book, and go.

In pompous nothings on his side, and civil assents on that of his cousins, their time passed till they entered Meryton. The attention of the younger ones was then no longer to be gained by him.Their eyes were immediately wandering up in the street in quest of the officers, and nothing less than a very smart bonnet indeed, or a really new muslin in a shop window, could recall them.

But the attention of every lady was soon caught by a young man, whom they had never seen before, of most gentlemanlike appearance, walking with an officer on the other side of the way. The officer was the very Mr.Denny, concerning whose return from London Lydia came to inquire, and he bowed as they passed.All were struck with the stranger's air, all wondered who he could be, and Kitty and Lydia, determined if possible to find out, led the way across the street, under pretence of wanting something in an opposite shop, and fortunately had just gained the pavement when the two gentlemen turning back had reached the same spot.Mr.Denny addressed them directly, and entreated permission to introduce his friend, Mr.Wickham, who had returned with him the day before from town, and he was happy to say had accepted a commission in their corps.This was exactly as it should be；for the young man wanted only regimentals to make him completely charming.His appearance was greatly in his favour；he had all the best part of beauty, a fine countenance, a good figure, and very pleasing address.The introduction was followed up on his side by a happy readiness of conversation—a readiness at the same time perfectly correct and unassuming；and the whole party were still standing and talking together very agreeably when the sound of horses drew their notice, and Darcy and Bingley were seen riding down the street.On distinguishing the ladies of the group, the two gentlemen came directly towards them, and began the usual civilities.Bingley was the principal spokesman, and Miss Bennet the principal object.He was then, he said, on his way to Longbourn on purpose to inquire after her.Mr.Darcy corroborated it with a bow, and was beginning to determine not to fix his eyes on Elizabeth, when they were suddenly arrested by the sight of the stranger, and Elizabeth happening to see the countenance of both as they looked at each other, was all astonishment at the effect of the meeting.Both changed colour, one looked white, the other red.Mr.Wickham, after a few moments, touched his hat—a salutation which Mr.Darcy just deigned to return.What could be the meaning of it？It was impossible to imagine；it was impossible not to long to know.

In another minute Mr. Bingley, but without seeming to have noticed what passed, took leave and rode on with his friend.

Mr. Denny and Mr.Wickham walked with the young ladies to the door of Mr.Philips'house, and then made their bows, in spite of Miss Lydia's pressing entreaties that they would come in, and even in spite of Mrs.Philips'throwing up the parlour window and loudly seconding the invitation.

Mrs. Philips was always glad to see her nieces；and the two eldest, from their recent absence, were particularly welcome, and she was eagerly expressing her surprise at their sudden return home, which, as their own carriage had not fetched them, she should have known nothing about, if she had not happened to see Mr.Jones's shop boy in the street, who had told her that they were not to send any more draughts to Netherfield because the Miss Bennets were come away, when her civility was claimed towards Mr.Collins by Jane's introduction of him.She received him with her very best politeness, which he returned with as much more, apologizing for his intrusion, without any previous acquaintance with her, which he could not help flattering himselfhowever might be justified by his relationship to the young ladies who introduced him to her notice.Mrs.Philips was quite awed by such an excess of good breeding；but her contemplation of one stranger was soon put an end to by exclamations and inquiries about the other, of whom, however, she could only tell her nieces what they already knew, that Mr.Denny had brought him from London, and that he was to have a lieutenant's commission in the—shire.She had been watching him the last hour, she said, as he walked up and down the street；and had Mr.Wickham appeared, Kitty and Lydia would certainly have continued the occupation；but unluckily no one passed the windows now except a few of the officers, who in comparison with the stranger were become“stupid, disagreeable fellows.”Some of them were to dine with the Philipses the next day, and their aunt promised to make her husband call on Mr.Wickham, and give him an invitation also, if the family from Longbourn would come in the evening.This was agreed to, and Mrs.Philips protested that they would have a nice comfortable noisy game of lottery tickets and a little bit of hot supper afterwards.The prospect of such delights was very cheering, and they parted in mutual good spirits.Mr.Collins repeated his apologies in quitting the room, and was assured with unwearying civility that they were perfectly needless.

As they walked home, Elizabeth related to Jane what she had seen pass between the two gentlemen；but though Jane would have defended either or both, had they appeared to be wrong, she could no more explain such behaviour than her sister.

Mr. Collins on his return highly gratified Mrs.Bennet by admiring Mrs.Philips's manners and politeness.He protested that except Lady Catherine and her daughter, he had never seen a more elegant woman；for she had not only received him with the utmost civility, but had even pointedly included him in her invitation for the next evening, although utterly unknown to her before.Something he supposed might be attributed to his connection with them, but yet he had never met with so much attention in the whole course of his life.第十六章　Chapter 16导读

第二天晚上，柯林斯和五个表妹来到了姨妈家。走进屋后柯林斯又开始恭维房屋的陈设，菲利普斯太太听得很认真，可是那些表妹们却在一旁自己玩耍着。威克姆先生来了，伊丽莎白被他吸引住了，她与威克姆先生攀谈起来。女士们几乎都注视着威克姆，而柯林斯则被冷落在一旁。

威克姆先生被女士们邀请玩牌，交谈时伊丽莎白很想问他关于达西先生的问题，没想到他竟然主动谈起来，原来威克姆先生从小就认识达西先生。威克姆的父亲生前放弃了自己的一切，就是为了替老达西先生效劳；他父亲去世后，老达西先生便收养了他。老达西先生对他十分疼爱，可达西嫉妒自己的父亲对威克姆的厚爱，对威克姆总是冷眼相向，甚至在老达西先生去世之后，违背了父亲的遗愿，没有让威克姆得到牧师的职位。达西从小就脾气暴躁、傲慢叛逆，但他也因为这种傲慢，常常慷慨大方，接济穷人。伊丽莎白不解达西这么坏的脾气怎么会和性情温和的宾利先生是好朋友，威克姆却认为达西先生会为了讨人喜欢做出各种事情，而这往往也要看对方的财产和身价。

提到凯瑟琳夫人时，威克姆告诉她那是达西的姨妈，为人也是蛮横无理，盛气凌人。他们俩一直谈到吃晚饭时，威克姆已经博得了在场姑娘们的欢心。回家的路上，柯林斯不停地唠叨着，还没说完，车已经到家了。

s no objection was made to the young people's engagement with

their aunt, and all Mr. Collins's scruples of leaving Mr.and A

Mrs.Bennet for a single evening during his visit were most steadily resisted, the coach conveyed him.and his five cousins at a suitable hour to Meryton；and the girls had the pleasure of hearing, as they entered the drawing-room, that Mr.Wickham had accepted their uncle's invitation, and was then in the house.威克姆先生来到伊丽莎白的姨妈家

When this information was given, and they had all taken their seats, Mr. Collins was at leisure to look around him and admire, and he was so much struck with the size and furniture of the apartment that he declared he might almost have supposed himself in the small summer breakfast parlour at Rosings, a comparison that did not at first convey much gratification；but when Mrs.Philips undertook from him what Rosings was, and who was its proprietor, when she had listened to the description of only one of Lady Catherine's drawing-rooms, and found that the chimneypiece alone had cost eight hundred pounds, she felt all the force of the compliment, and would hardly have resented a comparison with the housekeeper's room.

In describing to her all the grandeur of Lady Catherine and her mansion, with occasional digressions in praise of his own humble abode and the improvements it was receiving, he was happily employed until the gentlemen joined them；and he found in Mrs. Philips a very attentive listener, whose opinion of his consequence increased with what she heard, and who was resolving to retail it all among her neighbours as soon as she could.To the girls, who could not listen to their cousin, and who had nothing to do but to wish for an instrument, and examine their own indifferent imitations of china on the mantelpiece, the interval of waiting appeared very long.It was over at last however.The gentlemen did approach；and when Mr.Wickham walked into the room, Elizabeth felt that she had neither been seeing him before, nor thinking of him since, with the smallest degree of unreasonable admiration.The officers of the—shire were in general a very creditable, gentlemanlike set, and the best of them were of the present party；but Mr.Wickham was as far beyond them all in person, countenance, air, and walk, as they were superior to the broad-faced stuffy uncle Philips, breathing port wine, who followed them into the room.

Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seatedhimself；and the agreeable manner in which he immediately fell into conversation, though it was only on its being a wet night and on the probability of a rainy season, made her feel that the commonest, dullest, and most threadbare topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker.

With such rivals for the notice of the fair as Mr. Wickham and the officers, Mr.Collins seemed likely to sink into insignificance；to the young ladies he certainly was nothing；but he had still at intervals a kind listener in Mrs.Philips, and was, by her watchfulness, most abundantly supplied with coffee and muffin.

When the card-tables were placed, he had an opportunity of obliging her in return by sitting down to whist.

“I know little of the game, at present，”said he，“but I shall be glad to improve myself, for in my situation of life—”Mrs. Philips was very thankful for his compliance, but could not wait for his reason.

Mr. Wickham did not play at whist, and with ready delight was he received at the other table between Elizabeth and Lydia.At first there seemed danger of Lydia's engrossing him entirely, for she was a most determined talker；but being likewise extremely fond of lottery tickets, she soon grew too much interested in the game, too eager to make bets and exclaiming after prizes, to have attention for any one in particular.Allowing for the common demands of the game, Mr.Wickham was therefore at leisure to talk to Elizabeth, and she was very willing to hear him, though what she chiefly wished to hear she could not hope to be told, the history of his acquaintance with Mr.Darcy.She dared not even mention that gentleman.Her curiosity however was unexpectedly relieved.Mr.Wickham began the subject himself.He inquired how far Netherfield was from Meryton；and after receiving her answer, asked in an hesitating manner how long Mr.Darcy had been staying there.

“About a month，”said Elizabeth；and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added，”He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand.”

“Yes，”replied Wickham；“his estate there is a noble one. A clear ten thousand per annum.You could not have met with a person more capable of giving you certain information on that head than myself—for I have been connected with his family in a particular manner from my infancy.”‘Elizabeth could not but look surprised.

“You may well be surprised, Miss Bennet, at such an assertion, after seeing, as you probably might, the very cold manner of our meeting yesterday. Are you much acquainted with Mr.Darcy？”

“As much as I ever wish to be，”cried Elizabeth warmly—“I have spent four days in the same house with him, and I think him very disagreeable.”

“I have no right to give my opinion，”said Wickham，“as to his being agreeable or otherwise. I am not qualified to form one.I have known him too long and too well to be a fair judge.It is impossible for me to be impartial.But I believe your opinion of him would in general astonish—and perhaps you would not express it quite so strongly anywhere else.—Here you are in your own family.”

“Upon my word I say no more here than I might say in any house in the neighbourhood, except Netherfield. He is not at all liked in Hertfordshire.Everybody is disgusted with his pride.You will not find him more favourably spoken of by any one.”

“I cannot pretend to be sorry，”said Wickham, after a short interruption，“that he or that any man should not be estimated beyond their deserts；but with him I believe it does not often happen. The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chooses to be seen.”

“I should take him, even on my slight acquaintance, to be an ill-tempered man.”Wickham only shook his head.

“I wonder，”said he, at the next opportunity of speaking，“whether he is likely to be in this country much longer.”

“I do not at all know；but I heard nothing of his going away when I was at Netherfield. I hope your plans to favour of the—shire will not be affected by his being in the neighbourhood.”

“Oh！no—it is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy.If be wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go.We are not on friendly terms, and it always gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason for avoiding him but what I might proclaim to all the world：a sense of very great ill usage, and most painful regrets at his being what he is.His father, Miss Bennet, the late Mr.Darcy, wasone of the best men that ever breathed, and the truest friend I ever had；and I can never be in company with this Mr.Darcy without being grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections.His behaviour to myself has been scandalous；but I verily believe I could forgive him anything and everything, rather than his disappointing the hopes and disgracing the memory of his father.”

Elizabeth found the interest of the subject increase, and listened with all her heart；but the delicacy of it prevented farther inquiry.

Mr. Wickham began to speak on more general topics, Meryton, the neighbourhood, the society, appearing highly pleased with all that he had yet seen, and speaking of the latter especially, with gentle but very intelligible gallantry.

“It was the prospect of constant society, and good society，”he added，“which was my chief inducement to enter the—shire. I knew it to be a most respectable, agreeable corps, and my friend Denny tempted me farther by his account of their present quarters, and the very great attentions and excellent acquaintance Meryton had procured them.Society, I own, is necessary to me.I have been a disappointed man, and my spirits will not bear solitude.I must have employment and society.A military life is not what I was intended for, but circumstances have now made it eligible.The church ought to have been my profession—I was brought up for the church, and I should at this time have been in possession of a most valuable living, had it pleased the gentleman we were speaking of just now.”

“Indeed！”

“Yes—the late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of the best living in his gift.He was my godfather, and excessively attached to me.I cannot do justice to his kindness.He meant to provide for me amply, and thought he had done it；but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere.”

“Good heavens！”cried Elizabeth；“but how could that be？How could his will be disregarded？—Why did not you seek legal redress？”

“There was just such an informality in the terms of the bequest as to give me no hope from law. A man of honour could not have doubted the intention, but Mr.Darcy chose to doubt it—or to treat it as a merely conditionalrecommendation, and to assert that I had forfeited all claim to it by extravagance, imprudence, in short anything or nothing.Certain it is that the living became vacant two years ago, exactly as I was of an age to hold it, and that it was given to another man；and no less certain is it, that I cannot accuse myself of having really done anything to deserve to lose it.I have a warm, unguarded temper, and I may perhaps have sometimes spoken my opinion of him, and to him, too freely.I can recall nothing worse.But the fact is that we are very different sort of men, and that he hates me.”

“This is quite shocking！—He deserves to be publicly disgraced.”

“Sometime or other he will be—but it shall not be by me. Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose him.”

Elizabeth honoured him for such feelings, and thought him handsomer than ever as he expressed them.

“But what，”said she, after a pause，“can have been his motive？What can have induced him to behave so cruelly？”

“A thorough, determined dislike of me—a dislike which I cannot but attribute in some measure to jealousy. Had the late Mr.Darcy liked me less, his son might have borne with me better；but his father's uncommon attachment to me irritated him, I believe, very early in life.He had not a temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood—the sort of preference which was often given me.”

“I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this-though I have never liked him, I had not thought so very ill of him—I had supposed him to be despising his fellow-creatures in general, but did not suspect him of descending to such malicious revenge, such injustice, such inhumanity as this！”

After a few minutes reflection, however, she continued，“I do remember his boasting one day, at Netherfield, of the implacability of his resentments, of his having an unforgiving temper. His disposition must be dreadful.”

“I will not trust myself on the subject，”replied Wickham，“I can hardly be just to him.”

Elizabeth was again deep in thought, and after a time exclaimed，“To treat in such a manner the godson, the friend, the favourite of his father！”—She could have added，“A young man too, like you, whose very countenance mayvouch for your being amiable”—but she contented herself with“And one, too, who had probably been his own companion from childhood, connected together, as I think you said, in the closest manner！”

“We were born in the same parish, within the same park the greatest part of our youth was passed together；inmates of the same house, sharing the same amusements, objects of the same parental care. My father began life in the profession which your uncle, Mr.Philips, appears to do so much credit to—but he gave up everything to be of use to the late Mr.Darcy, and devoted all his time to the care of the Pemberley property.He was most highly esteemed by Mr.Darcy, a most intimate, confidential friend.Mr.Darcy often acknowledged himself to be under the greatest obligations to my father's active superintendence, and when immediately before my father's death, Mr.Darcy gave him a voluntary promise of providing for me, I am convinced that he felt it to be as much a debt of gratitude to him, as of affection to myself.”

“How strange！”cried Elizabeth.“How abominable！—I wonder that the very pride of this Mr. Darcy has not made him just to you！—If from no better motive that he should not have been too proud to be dishonest, for dishonesty I must call it.”

“It is wonderful，”replied Wickham，“for almost all his actions may be traced to pride；and pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other reeling.But we are none of us consistent；and in his behaviour to me there were stronger impulses even than pride.”

“Can such abominable pride as his have ever done him good？”

“Yes. It has often led him to be liberal and generous—to give his money freely, to display hospitality, to assist his tenants, and relieve the poor.Family pride, and filial pride, for he is very proud of what his father was, have done this.Not to appear to disgrace his family, to

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