CHAPTER THREE
About the middle of the next day, as Lizzy was in her room getting ready for a walk, a sudden noise below seemed to set the whole house in confusion.
After listening for a moment, she heard somebody running upstairs in a violent hurry, and calling loudly after her.
She opened the door and met Maria in the landing place, who, breathless with agitation, cried out,
"Oh, my dear Eliza! Pray make haste and come into the dining-room, for there is such a sight to be seen! I will not tell you what it is. Make haste, and come down this moment."
Lizzy asked questions in vain. Maria would tell her nothing more, and down they ran into the dining-room, which fronted the lane, in quest of this wonder; it was two ladies stopping in a low phaeton at the garden gate.
"And is this all?" cried Lizzy. "I expected at least that the pigs were got into the garden, and here is nothing but Lady Catherine and her daughter."
"La, my dear!" said Maria, quite shocked at the mistake. "It is not Lady Catherine. The old lady is Mrs. Jenkinson, who lives with them. The other is Miss de Bourgh. Only look at her. She is quite a little creature. Who would have thought that she could be so thin and small?"
"She is abominably rude to keep Charlotte out of doors in all this wind. Why does she not come in?"
"Oh, Charlotte says she hardly ever does. It is the greatest of favours when Miss de Bourgh comes in."
"I like her appearance," said Lizzy, remembering from Mr. Collins that Mr. Darcy was the nephew of Lady Catherine and intended for Miss de Bourgh. . "She looks sickly and cross. Yes, she will do for him very well. She will make Mr. Darcy a very proper wife."
The thought of Mr. Darcy, alas, brought back the strangeness of her dream in full force, and to combat the disconcertion that ensued, Lizzy recounted all the reasons she disliked the man: chief among them, his transgressions upon Wickham and his part in crushing her sister’s happiness.
She had no evidence of the latter, but she did not doubt but that he and the Bingley sisters must have had a hand in separating Bingley from Jane
At length, Miss de Bourgh and Mrs. Jenkinson drove on, and the others returned into the house.
Mr. Collins no sooner saw Lizzy and Maria than he began to congratulate them on their good fortune, which Charlotte explained by letting them know that the whole party was asked to dine at Rosings the next day.
Mr. Collins's triumph, in consequence of this invitation, was complete.
The power of displaying the grandeur of his patroness to his wondering visitors, and of letting them see her civility towards himself and his wife, was exactly what he had wished for.
He could not admire enough this prompt instance of Lady Catherine's condescension.
"I confess," said he, "that I should not have been at all surprised by her ladyship's asking us on Sunday to drink tea and spend the evening at Rosings.
I rather expected, from my knowledge of her affability, that it would happen.
But who could have foreseen such an attention as this?
Who could have imagined that we should receive an invitation to dine there—an invitation, moreover, including the whole party—so immediately after your arrival! "
"I am the less surprised at what has happened," replied Sir William. "My situation in life has allowed me to acquire much knowledge of what the manners of the great really are. About the court, such instances of elegant breeding are not uncommon."
Scarcely anything was talked of the whole day or next morning but their visit to Rosings. Mr. Collins carefully instructed them in what they were to expect, that the sight of such rooms, so many servants, and so splendid a dinner, might not wholly overpower them.
When the ladies were separating for the toilette, he said to Lizzy, "Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about your apparel.
Lady Catherine is far from requiring that elegance of dress in us which becomes herself and her daughter.
I would advise you merely to put on whatever of your clothes is superior to the rest—there is no occasion for anything more.
Lady Catherine will not think the worse of you for being simply dressed.
She likes to have the distinction of rank preserved. "
While they were dressing, he came two or three times to their different doors, to recommend their being quick, as Lady Catherine very much objected to be kept waiting for her dinner.
As the weather was fine, they had a pleasant walk of about half a mile across the park.
Every park has its beauty and its prospects; and Lizzy saw much to be pleased with, though she could not be in such raptures as Mr. Collins expected the scene to inspire, and was but slightly affected by his enumeration of the windows in front of the house, and his relation of what the glazing altogether had originally cost Sir Lewis de Bourgh.
When they ascended the steps to the hall, Maria's alarm was every moment increasing, and even Sir William did not look perfectly calm.
Lizzy’s courage did not fail her. She had heard nothing of Lady Catherine that spoke her awful from any extraordinary talents or miraculous virtue, and the mere stateliness of money or rank she thought she could witness without trepidation.
From the entrance-hall, of which Mr. Collins pointed out, with a rapturous air, the fine proportion and the finished ornaments, they followed the servants through an ante-chamber, to the room where Lady Catherine, her daughter, and Mrs. Jenkinson were sitting.
Her ladyship, with great condescension, arose to receive them.
Mrs. Collins had settled it with her husband that the office of introduction should be hers, and it was performed in a proper manner, without any of those apologies and thanks which he would have thought necessary.
In spite of having been at St. James's, Sir William was so completely awed by the grandeur surrounding him, that he had but just courage enough to make a very low bow, and take his seat without saying a word.
His daughter, frightened almost out of her senses, sat on the edge of her chair, not knowing which way to look.
Lizzy found herself quite equal to the scene and could observe the three ladies before her with full composure.
Lady Catherine was a tall, large woman, with strongly-marked features, which might once have been handsome.
Her air was not conciliating, nor was her manner of receiving them such as to make her visitors forget their inferior rank.
She was not rendered formidable by silence, but she spoke with authoritative tones that marked her self-importance.
Lizzy recalled how Mr. Wickham had described her ladyship and believed the woman to be exactly what he had represented.
When, after examining the mother, in whose countenance and deportment she soon found some resemblance of Mr. Darcy, she turned her eyes on the daughter, a thin and small young woman.
There was neither in figure nor face any likeness between the ladies.
Miss de Bourgh was pale and sickly. Her features, though not plain, were insignificant, and she spoke very little, except in a low voice, to Mrs. Jenkinson, in whose appearance there was nothing remarkable, and who was entirely engaged in listening to what she said, and placing a screen in the proper direction before her eyes.
After sitting a few minutes, they were all sent to one of the windows to admire the view, Mr. Collins attending them to point out its beauties, and Lady Catherine kindly informing them that it was much better worth looking at in the summer.
The dinner was exceedingly handsome, and there were all the servants and all the articles of plate which Mr. Collins had promised.
He took his seat at the bottom of the table, by her ladyship's desire, and looked as if he felt that life could furnish nothing greater.
He carved, and ate, and praised with delighted alacrity, and every dish was commended, first by him and then by Sir William, who was now enough recovered to echo whatever his son-in-law said, in a manner which Lizzy wondered Lady Catherine could bear.
But Lady Catherine seemed gratified by their excessive admiration and gave most gracious smiles, especially when any dish on the table proved a novelty to them.
The party did not supply much conversation.
Lizzy was ready to speak whenever there was an opening, but she was seated between Charlotte and Miss de Bourgh—the former of whom was engaged in listening to Lady Catherine, and the latter said not a word to her all dinner-time.
Mrs. Jenkinson was chiefly employed in watching how little Miss de Bourgh ate, pressing her to try some other dish, and fearing she was indisposed.
Maria thought speaking out of the question, and the gentlemen did nothing but eat and admire.