“Lizzy,my dear,I want to speak with you.”
Elizabeth was forced to go.
“We may as well leave them by themselves you know”said her mother, as soon as she was in the hall.“Kitty and I are going upstairs to sit in my dressing-room.”
Elizabeth made no attempt to reason with her mother, but remained quietly in the hall,till she and Kitty were out of sight, then returned into the drawing-room.
Mrs. Bennet's schemes for this day were ineffectual. Bingley was every thing that was charming, except the professed lover of her daughter.His ease and cheerfulness rendered him a most agreeable addition to their evening partyand he bore with the ill-judged officiousness of the mother,and heard all her silly remarks with a forbearance and command of countenance particularly grateful to the daughter.
He scarcely needed an invitation to stay supperand before he went away,an engagement was formed,chiefly through his own and Mrs.Bennet's means,for his coming next morning to shoot with her husband.
After this day,Jane said no more of her indifference.Not a word passed between the sisters concerning Bingleybut Elizabeth went to bed in the happy belief that all must speedily be concluded, unless Mr. Darcy returned within the stated time. Seriously, however,she fe tolerably persuaded that all this must have taken place with that gentleman's concurrence.
Bingley was punctual to his appointment and he and Mr. Bennet spent the morning together,as had been agreed on.The latter was much more agreeable than his companion expected. There was nothing of presumption or folly in Bingley that could provoke his ridicule,or disgust him into silenceand he was more communicative,and less eccentric,than the other had ever seen him. Bingley of course returned with him to dinner and in the evening Mrs.Bennet's invention was again at work to get every body away from him and her daughter.Elizabeth,who had a letter to write,went into the breakfast room for that purpose soon after teafor as the others were all going to sit down to cards,she could not be wanted to counteract her mother's schemes.
But on returning to the drawing-room, when her letter was finished,she saw,to her infinite surprise,there was reason to fear that her mother had been too ingenious for her.On opening the door,she perceived her sister and Bingley standing together over the hearth,as if engaged in earnest conversationand had this led to no suspicion, the faces of both, as they hastily turned round and moved away from each other, would have told it all. Their situation was awkward enough but hers she thought was still worse.Not a syllable was uttered by eitherand Elizabeth was on the point of going away again,when Bingley,who as well as the other had sat down,suddenly rose,and whispering a few words to her sister,ran out of the room.
Jane could have no reserves from Elizabeth,where confidence would give pleasureand instantly embracing her,acknowledged, with the liveliest emotion,that she was the happiest creature in the world.
“Tis too much!”she added,“by far too much.I do not deserve it.Oh!why is not everybody as happy?”
Elizabeth's congratulations were given with a sincerity, a warmth,a delight,which words could but poorly express.Every sentence of kindness was a fresh source of happiness to Jane.But she would not allow herself to stay with her sister,or say half that remained to be said for the present.