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发信人: xunhuan (集香自焚,浴火重生), 信区: foreign_lg
标 题: pride and prejudice 24
发信站: 听涛站 (2001年06月03日12:12:03 星期天), 站内信件
MISS Bingley's letter arrived, and put an end to doubt. The very first
sentence conveyed the assurance of their being all settled in London for
the winter, and concluded with her brother's regret at not having had
time to pay his respects to his friends in Hertfordshire before he
left the country.
Hope was over, entirely over; and when Jane could attend to the rest of
the letter, she found little, except the professed affection of the
writer, that could give her any comfort. Miss Darcy's praise occupied
the chief of it. Her many attractions were again dwelt on, and
Caroline boasted joyfully of their increasing intimacy, and ventured
to predict the accomplishment of the wishes which had been unfolded in
her former letter. She wrote also with great pleasure of her brother's
being an inmate of Mr. Darcy's house, and mentioned with raptures some
plans of the latter with regard to new furniture. Elizabeth, to whom
Jane very soon communicated the chief of all this, heard it in silent
indignation. Her heart was divided between concern for her sister, and
resentment against all the others. To Caroline's assertion of her
brother's being partial to Miss Darcy she paid no credit. That he was
really fond of Jane, she doubted no more than she had ever done; and
much as she had always been disposed to like him, she could not think
without anger, hardly without contempt, on that easiness of temper, that
want of proper resolution which now made him the slave of his designing
friends, and led him to sacrifice his own happiness to the caprice of
their inclinations. Had his own happiness, however, been the only
sacrifice, he might have been allowed to sport with it in what ever
manner he thought best; but her sister's was involved in it, as, she
thought, he must be sensible himself. It was a subject, in short, on
which reflection would be long indulged, and must be unavailing. She
could think of nothing else, and yet whether Bingley's regard had really
died away, or were suppressed by his friends' interference; whether
he had been aware of Jane's attachment, or whether it had escaped his
observation; whichever were the case, though her opinion of him must
be materially affected by the difference, her sister's situation
remained the same, her peace equally wounded.
A day or two passed before Jane had courage to speak of her feelings to
Elizabeth; but at last on Mrs. Bennet's leaving them together, after
a longer irritation than usual about Netherfield and its master, she
could not help saying,
``Oh! that my dear mother had more command over herself; she can have
no idea of the pain she gives me by her continual reflections on him.
But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we
shall all be as we were before.''
Elizabeth looked at her sister with incredulous solicitude, but said
nothing.
``You doubt me,'' cried Jane, slightly colouring; ``indeed you have
no reason. He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my
acquaintance, but that is all. I have nothing either to hope or fear,
and nothing to reproach him with. Thank God! I have not that pain. A
little time therefore. -- I shall certainly try to get the better.''
With a stronger voice she soon added, ``I have this comfort
immediately, that it has not been more than an error of fancy on my
side, and that it has done no harm to any one but myself.''
``My dear Jane!'' exclaimed Elizabeth, ``you are too good. Your
sweetness and disinterestedness are really angelic; I do not know what
to say to you. I feel as if I had never done you justice, or loved you
as you deserve.''
Miss Bennet eagerly disclaimed all extraordinary merit, and threw
back the praise on her sister's warm affection.
``Nay,'' said Elizabeth, ``this is not fair. You wish to think all
the world respectable, and are hurt if I speak ill of any body. I only
want to think you perfect, and you set yourself against it. Do not be
afraid of my running into any excess, of my encroaching on your
privilege of universal good will. You need not. There are few people
whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see
of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day
confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and
of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of
either merit or sense. I have met with two instances lately; one I
will not mention; the other is Charlotte's marriage. It is
unaccountable! in every view it is unaccountable!''
``My dear Lizzy, do not give way to such feelings as these. They will
ruin your happiness. You do not make allowance enough for difference
of situation and temper. Consider Mr. Collins's respectability, and
Charlotte's prudent, steady character. Remember that she is one of a
large family; that as to fortune, it is a most eligible match; and be
ready to believe, for every body's sake, that she may feel something
like regard and esteem for our cousin.''
``To oblige you, I would try to believe almost any thing, but no one
else could be benefited by such a belief as this; for were I persuaded
that Charlotte had any regard for him, I should only think worse of
her understanding, than I now do of her heart. My dear Jane, Mr. Collins
is a conceited, pompous, narrow-minded, silly man; you know he is, as
well as I do; and you must feel, as well as I do, that the woman who
marries him, cannot have a proper way of thinking. You shall not
defend her, though it is Charlotte Lucas. You shall not, for the sake of
one individual, change the meaning of principle and integrity, nor
endeavour to persuade yourself or me that selfishness is prudence, and
insensibility of danger, security for happiness.''
``I must think your language too strong in speaking of both,''
replied Jane, ``and I hope you will be convinced of it, by seeing them
happy together. But enough of this. You alluded to something else. You
mentioned two instances. I cannot misunderstand you, but I intreat you,
dear Lizzy, not to pain me by thinking that person to blame, and saying
your opinion of him is sunk. We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves
intentionally injured. We must not expect a lively young man to be
always so guarded and circumspect. It is very often nothing but our
own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it
does.''
``And men take care that they should.''
``If it is designedly done, they cannot be justified; but I have no
idea of there being so much design in the world as some persons
imagine.''
``I am far from attributing any part of Mr. Bingley's conduct to
design,'' said Elizabeth; ``but without scheming to do wrong, or to make
others unhappy, there may be error, and there may be misery.
Thoughtlessness, want of attention to other people's feelings, and
want of resolution, will do the business,''
``And do you impute it to either of those?''
``Yes; to the last. But if I go on, I shall displease you by saying
what I think of persons you esteem. Stop me whilst you can.''
``You persist, then, in supposing his sisters influence him.''
``Yes, in conjunction with his friend.''
``I cannot believe it. Why should they try to influence him? They can
only wish his happiness, and if he is attached to me, no other woman can
secure it.''
``Your first position is false. They may wish many things besides his
happiness; they may wish his increase of wealth and consequence; they
may wish him to marry a girl who has all the importance of money,
great connections, and pride.''
``Beyond a doubt, they do wish him to chuse Miss Darcy,'' replied Jane;
``but this may be from better feelings than you are supposing. They
have known her much longer than they have known me; no wonder if they
love her better. But, whatever may be their own wishes, it is very
unlikely they should have opposed their brother's. What sister would
think herself at liberty to do it, unless there were something very
objectionable? If they believed him attached to me, they would not try
to part us; if he were so, they could not succeed. By supposing such
an affection, you make every body acting unnaturally and wrong, and me
most unhappy. Do not distress me by the idea. I am not ashamed of having
been mistaken -- or, at least, it is slight, it is nothing in
comparison of what I should feel in thinking ill of him or his sisters.
Let me take it in the best light, in the light in which it may be
understood.''
Elizabeth could not oppose such a wish; and from this time Mr.
Bingley's name was scarcely ever mentioned between them.
Mrs. Bennet still continued to wonder and repine at his returning no
more, and though a day seldom passed in which Elizabeth did not
account for it clearly, there seemed little chance of her ever
considering it with less perplexity. Her daughter endeavoured to
convince her of what she did not believe herself, that his attentions to
Jane had been merely the effect of a common and transient liking, which
ceased when he saw her no more; but though the probability of the
statement was admitted at the time, she had the same story to repeat
every day. Mrs. Bennet's best comfort was that Mr. Bingley must be
down again in the summer.
Mr. Bennet treated the matter differently. ``So, Lizzy,'' said he one
day, ``your sister is crossed in love I find. I congratulate her. Next
to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and
then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction
among her companions. When is your turn to come? You will hardly bear to
be long outdone by Jane. Now is your time. Here are officers enough
at Meryton to disappoint all the young ladies in the country. Let
Wickham be your man. He is a pleasant fellow, and would jilt you
creditably.''
``Thank you, Sir, but a less agreeable man would satisfy me. We must
not all expect Jane's good fortune.''
``True,'' said Mr. Bennet, ``but it is a comfort to think that,
whatever of that kind may befall you, you have an affectionate mother
who will always make the most of it.''
Mr. Wickham's society was of material service in dispelling the gloom,
which the late perverse occurrences had thrown on many of the Longbourn
family. They saw him often, and to his other recommendations was now
added that of general unreserve. The whole of what Elizabeth had already
heard, his claims on Mr. Darcy, and all that he had suffered from him,
was now openly acknowledged and publicly canvassed; and every body
was pleased to think how much they had always disliked Mr. Darcy
before they had known any thing of the matter.
Miss Bennet was the only creature who could suppose there might be
any extenuating circumstances in the case, unknown to the society of
Hertfordshire; her mild and steady candour always pleaded for
allowances, and urged the possibility of mistakes -- but by everybody
else Mr. Darcy was condemned as the worst of men.
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