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Chapter 1
Chapter 10
Mr.
Darcy speaks
One day, as Elizabeth was walking in the park of Rosings as she often did, she heard footsteps behind her. She looked round and was glad to see not Darcy, as she had feared, but Colonel Fitzwilliam.
“So, are you leaving on Saturday?” she asked.
“Yes – if Darcy doesn’t change his mind again. He arranges things just as it pleases him.”
“I don’t know anybody who enjoys pleasing himself more than Mr. Darcy,” said Elizabeth.
“Don’t we all, when we can,” replied Fitzwilliam. “It’s just easier to do it when, like him, one is rich. We who are poor have to do what other people want.” Elizabeth laughed. “Surely the sons of lords need not suffer too much. Seriously, does lack of money really prevent you from doing what you want?”
“Not in small things. In bigger ones younger sons may suffer. They cannot always marry who they like.”
“Unless they like rich women – which they often do.”
“Men in my rank of society,” said Fitzwilliam, “can’t often afford to marry without some thought of money.”
“Is this,” thought Elizabeth, “meant for me?” Not wanting him to think she was affected by his remark, she laughed and went on: “But if your cousin needs someone to give orders to, I’m surprised he doesn’t marry. He does, though, have a sister. As she is under his care he can tell her to do what he wants.”
“Ah, but you’re wrong,” said Fitzwilliam. “He has to share the care of his sister with me. His father left both Darcy and myself in charge of her.”
“And does she give you much trouble? Young ladies of her age are not always easy to control. If she is a true Darcy she, too, may like to please herself.”
As she spoke, Elizabeth saw Fitzwilliam looking at her quite seriously. She realized that by accident she had come too close to the truth.
“But
I’m sure she’s charming,” she continued. “She seems a great
favorite of some ladies I know, Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley.”
“Their brother is a great friend of Darcy.”
“Oh, yes,” said Elizabeth, “Mr. Darcy is a great friend of Mr. Bingley, and takes a good care of him.”
“Why, yes,” said Fitzwilliam. “From something Darcy said, I think he really does take care of him.”
“What do you mean?”
“I hear he saved Bingley from an unwise marriage.”
Elizabeth was silent. Then she said: “Why should your cousin decide what’s good for his friend? We can only suppose Mr. Bingley was not very deeply in love.”
“That’s quite possible,” replied Fitzwilliam, “But it would make my cousin’s success seem much less.”
Her
companion left her at the house with much to think about. Now she knew
it was Darcy who had destroyed her sister’s hopes rather than Miss
Bingley. Jane herself could not have been the reason for Darcy’s actions.
It was his own pride. He could not allow his friend to marry into a
family which he looked down on. These thoughts brought on a head-ache.
She could not go with her cousins to tea at Rosings.
Alone in the house later that evening, she heard the door-bell rang. To her amazement Darcy walked in. After rather hurriedly asking how she felt, he started walking up and down the room. Then, turning suddenly, he said in a voice that he could hardly control: “I’ve struggled against my feelings, but it’s no use. I have to tell you that I love you.”
Elizabeth’s astonishment was now complete. She could only sit there helplessly while Darcy asked her to marry him. He spoke well, but not in a way that was likely to persuade her. He spoke of his feelings about her family not being equal to his. He said a lot about how he had tried to fight against his love for her. He spoke, too, of his anxiety, but Elizabeth saw no sings of this. He did not seem to expect a refusal.
When he had finished she said: “It’s usual to thank gentlemen who come with an offer of marriage, for it’s a great honor to a lady. But in this case I don’t think I can. I’ve never asked for your love, and you don’t really want to give it to me. I’m sorry to cause unhappiness to anyone, and I can only hope that yours will not last long.”
Darcy leaned back against the fire-place. His face was pale with anger. For some moments he could not speak. At last he said: “Is that your only reply? Or am I not allowed to know why you refuse me?”
“I might equally well ask,” said Elizabeth, “why you chose to insult me by saying that your love me against your will. But I have other reasons. You know I have. Even if I had loved you, do you think I would have accepted the man who ruined my sister’s happiness? You know you separated her from Mr Bingley.”
She paused to see the effect of her words, but he showed no sings of shame or sorrow. “I’ve no wish to deny it. I can only say that I’ve been kinder to my friend than I’ve been to myself.”
“But this is not all. Long before I knew what you’d done to my sister I knew what you’d done to Mr. Wickham. Can you deny that you’ve destroyed his life?”
“You take a strong interest in that gentleman’s affairs,” said Darcy, less calmly than before.
“Anyone who knows about his misfortunes can’t help taking an interest in him.”
“His misfortunes!” said Darcy with a bitter laugh. “Oh, yes, his misfortunes have been great indeed. And this is your opinion of me. I could have pretended just to love you without saying anything else. But I hate to hide my feelings, and I’m not ashamed of them. Could you expect me to feel pleased with your relations, whose rank in life is so much below my own?”
Elizabeth had to control her anger: “There was no way in which you could have made me accept you. From our first meeting I was struck by you pride, your self-importance, your carelessness about the feelings of others. From the very beginning I was quite sure you were the last man on earth I should want to marry.”
“You’ve said enough,” said Darcy. “I understand your feelings for me, and can only be ashamed of the feelings I have for you.” With those words he left.
Elizabeth
cried for half an hour. Her astonishment, however, went on growing.
She could not understand how she had affected Darcy in this way. Next
day she woke still feeling upset. After breakfast she went for a walk
round the edge of the park, not wanting to meet anyone. But as she stopped
by the gate Darcy appeared, holding a letter, which he put into her
hands. He bowed, and left her, while she opened it then and there with
shaking hands and read:
Do not be afraid that I shall repeat the offer I made last night. I neither want to upset you, nor to appear foolish. My hopes are best forgotten. But since you made certain remarks about my actions and character, you must let me answer them.
You accuse me of two things: first, that I separated Mr. Bingley and your sister without any thought of their feelings; secondly, and worse, that I was unjust to Mr. Wickham. I hope when I have explained, you will no longer blame me for either. But if I hurt you again, I can only say that I must be honest.
I saw from the first that Bingley was attracted to your sister. But it was only at the Netherfield dance that I understood how far things had gone. A remark of Sir William Lucas showed me that everyone expected him to marry. I also failed to notice in your sister any signs of love for my friend. Perhaps I was wrong; but although she seemed to enjoy my friend’s company, she did not seem to love him.
There were other reasons why I acted as I did. Your family’s position in society is one. This did not seem to worry my friend as much as it worried me. But also – it hurts me to say this – I often found the manners of your mother, your younger sisters, and sometimes even your father, hard to accept.
After my friend left for London, I talked with his sisters. Finding that we thought alike, we decided to follow him. There I pointed out the disadvantages of marrying your sister. These did not influence him. But when I told him my opinion of your sister’s feelings, he decided not to return to Netherfield.
I do not know what Mr. Wickham has accused me of. So I had better explain that his father was an honest man who served my father well. Because my father had a good opinion of the son, he gave him a gentleman’s education, intending him to enter the Church. But I was of the same age, and knew him better. I could see that he was bad from the beginning.
When my father died he left Mr. Wickham £ 1000, and asked me to give him a good position in the Church, as soon as one became free. But Mr. Wickham did not think he was suited to the Church, and I agreed. He suggested I should give him money to study low instead, and I agreed to this, too. He went off to London, where he spent the money on wild living. Then, two years later he came to me, asking for that place in the Church. I refused, and he became insulting. I did not see him again until last summer in Meryton.
There is something else you should know about Mr. Wickham, but this must be a secret. When my father died, he left my sister in the care of Fitzwilliam and myself. About a year ago we took her away from school and settled her in my London house. We employed a certain Mrs. Young to look after her. However, we did not know that this lady had once known Mr. Wickham. He soon became a visitor, and with Mrs. Young’s help set out to make my sister fall in love with him. Having known her as a child, it was not too difficult for a man like him to persuade her run away with him. Luckily I found out in time.
Mr. Wickham’s aim was, of course, my sister’s money. But revenge must also have been in his mind.
This is the story of my dealing with Mr. Wickham. If you doubt it, you may approach Colonel Fitzwilliam who will tell you the same.
Fitzwilliam Darcy.
Elizabeth read this letter with increasing amazement. She did not believe he had thought her sister was not in love with Bingley. And other reasons for breaking up their friendship made her angry. He showed no regret for anything he had done.
But when he spoke of Wickham, her feelings became confused. She wanted to disbelieve him, but as she reread the letter it became more and more difficult to blame him. True, he gave no proof of his accusation against Wickham, but neither could she prove him wrong. She tried to remember examples of Wickham’s good deeds or kind words, but could only remember good manners.
When she read about Darcy’s sister, she remembered her conversation with Fitzwilliam. She remembered, too, how Wickham had boasted that he would not be driven away from the Netherfield dance by Darcy. Yet he had allowed this to happen. Also, it was only after Darcy and the Bingleys left Netherfield that Wickham had started to spread his stories widely. As for Darcy, though all agreed that he was proud, only Wickham had ever said he was unjust. Elizabeth began to feel shame. She had always been proud of her judgement of character, and had blamed her sister for only seeing the good. But who had been more blind?
Thnking of Jane made her return to the letter. At least, this part of his explanation could not be believed. But on rereading it she again felt unsure. Charloote, too, had seen what Darcy described. Jane did not show her feelings openly. As for the remarks about her family, these hurt. But could she deny them?
Thinking
these thoughts, she walked for two hours before returning home. There
she learnt that Darcy and his cousin had called to say goodby, but could
not stay.
I.
Checking Comprehension
1. Choose the right item.
1. Lady Catherine lived at ...
a)
Longbourn; b) Rosings; c) Hunsford.
2. Colonel Fitzwilliam was Lady Catherine’s ...
a)
brother; b) uncle; c) nephew.
3. ... were Miss Darcy’s Gardians.
a) Mr. Darcy and Mr. Collins;
b) Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham;
c) Mr. Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam.
4. When Lady Catherine’s nephews arrived the Collinses and Elizabeth though invited at Rosings were ...
a) as welcome there as before; b) more welcome than before;
c) less
welcome than before.
5. Elizabeth thought that Darcy was proud, self-important and ...
a) careless; b)
clever; c) witty.
6. After Elizabeth re-read Darcy’s letter she felt ...
a) she
had been blind; b) unsure; c) Darcy was not writing the truth.
2. Say “true”, “false” or “I don’t know”.
3. Put the sentences in the right order to describe Elizabeth’s stay at Hunsford.
4. Say who in Part II is characterized in this way:
5. Answer the following questions.
6. Add more details to these.