CHAPTER NINE #4
Darcy looked up and unconsciously closed his book.
Miss Elizabeth appeared surprised but agreed.
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? I am dying to know what could be his meaning?" Caroline asked of Miss Elizabeth. “Can you understand him at all?”
"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."
Caroline, however, persevered in requiring an explanation of his two motives.
"I have not the smallest objection to explaining them," he said as soon as she allowed him to speak.
"You either choose this method of passing the evening 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 would be completely in your way, and if the second, I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire. "
"Oh! Shocking!" cried Caroline. "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 Miss 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 manner 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! 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 acquaintances. I dearly love a laugh."
"Miss Bingley," said Darcy, "has given me more credit 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 Miss Elizabeth, "there are such people, but I hope I am not one of them.
I hope I never ridicule what is wise and 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 anyone. 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."
Miss Elizabeth turned away to hide a smile.
"Your examination of Mr. Darcy is over, I presume," said Caroline, "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," he said, "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 so 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 forever. "
"That is a failing indeed!" cried Miss 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 to hate everybody."
"And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them."
"Do let us have a little music," cried Caroline, tired of a conversation in which she had no share. "Louisa, you will not mind my waking Mr. Hurst?"
Her sister had 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 Miss Elizabeth too much attention and decided that she had been at Netherfield long enough.
She attracted him more than he liked. The lascivious thoughts that taunted his mind had caused him on more than one occasion to adjust himself.
And Caroline was uncivil to her, and more teasing than usual to himself.
He 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.
Steady to his purpose, he scarcely spoke ten words to her through the whole of the following day, 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.