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now convinced.”

      Catherine was disconcerted, and made no answer; but Lydia, with perfect indifference, continued to express her admiration of Captain Carter, who was going the next morning to London.

      “My dear Mrs. Bennet, you must not expect such girls to have the sense of their father and mother,” said Mr. Bennet.

      “When they get to our age, I dare say they will not think about officers any more. I remember the time when I liked a red coat myself very well – and, indeed, if a smart young colonel, with five or six thousand a year, should want one of my girls I shall not say “no” to him.”

      Suddenly a letter for Miss Bennet arrived; it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer. Mrs. Bennet’s eyes sparkled with pleasure,

      “Well, Jane, who is it from? What is it about? What does he say? Well, Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love.”

      “It is from Miss Bingley,” said Jane, and then read it aloud.

      “MY DEAR FRIEND, —

      “If you are not so kind to dine today with Louisa and me, we will hate each other, because a whole day between two women can never end without a quarrel. Come as soon as you can. My brother and the gentlemen will dine with the officers.

      Yours,

“Caroline Bingley”

      “With the officers!” cried Lydia.

      “Dining out,” said Mrs. Bennet, “that is very unlucky.”

      “Can I have the carriage?” said Jane.

      “No, my dear, you had better go on horseback,[22] because it seems likely to rain; and then you must stay all night.”

      So Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her mother attended her to the door. Soon it rained hard. Her sisters were worried about her, but her mother was delighted. The rain continued the whole evening; Jane certainly could not come back.

      “This was a lucky idea of mine, indeed!” said Mrs. Bennet. But the next morning a servant from Netherfield brought the following note for Elizabeth:

      “My dearest Lizzy, —

      “I find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is due to my getting wet through yesterday. My kind friends invited me to stay here. The doctor will come in a while, so do not worry. I have a sore throat and headache.

      – Your Jane.”

      “Well, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, “if your daughter should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley.”

      “Oh! I am not afraid, people do not die of colds. She will be taken good care of.[23] As long as she stays there, it is all very well. I would go and see her if I could have the carriage.”

      Elizabeth decided to go with her, but she could not ride the horse, so she decided to walk. She declared her resolution.

      “How can you be so silly,” cried her mother, “in all this dirt!”

      “But I shall see Jane – that is all I want. The distance is nothing when one has a motive; only three miles. I shall be back by dinner.”

      Elizabeth’s appearance made a great surprise. She was walking three miles so early, in such dirty weather. It was incredible to everybody. She was received, however, very politely by them; and in their brother’s manners there was something better than politeness; there was good humour and kindness. Mr. Darcy said very little, he was thinking of her beauty.

      Miss Bennet was not well enough to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to see her immediately.

      When breakfast was over Mr. Bingley’s sisters came; and Elizabeth began to like them, when she saw how much affection they showed for Jane. The doctor came, and examined his patient. He that she had caught a violent cold; advised her to return to bed. The advice was followed readily. Elizabeth did not quit her room for a moment.

      Chapter 8

      At five o’clock the two ladies retired to dress, and at half-past six Elizabeth was called to dinner.

      Jane was not better. The sisters, on hearing this, repeated three or four times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was to have a bad cold, and how they disliked being ill themselves.

      When dinner was over, she returned directly to Jane, and Miss Bingley began to abuse Elizabeth as soon as she was out of the room. Her manners were considered very bad indeed, a mixture of pride and impertinence; she had no conversation,[24] no style, no beauty.

      “She has nothing, in short, to recommend her. Of course, she is an excellent walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning.”

      “Why did she come here, because her sister had a cold? Her hair, so untidy!”

      “I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennet looked remarkably well, Louisa,” said Bingley; “when she came into the room this morning.”

      “To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone! What could she mean by it?”

      A short pause followed this speech, and the sisters began again:

      “I like Miss Jane Bennet very much, she is really a very sweet girl. But with such a father and mother, and such low connections, I am afraid there is no chance for her in the life.”

      To this speech Bingley made no answer.

      Jane was still very poorly, and Elizabeth would not quit her at all, till late in the evening. On entering the drawing-room she found the whole party playing cards, and was immediately invited to join them. But she declined it, and said she would read a book instead.

      “Do you prefer reading to cards? That is very strange.”

      “Miss Eliza Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, “despises cards. She is a great reader.”

      “Not at all, I am not a great reader,” cried Elizabeth; “and I have pleasure in many things.”

      Elizabeth walked towards the table where a few books were lying. “I am astonished,” said Miss Bingley, “that my father has such a small collection of books. What a delightful library you have, Mr. Darcy!”

      “It is good,” he replied, “I am always buying books.”

      “It is amazing to me,” said Bingley, “how young ladies can have patience to be so educated as they all are.”

      “All young ladies educated! My dear Charles, what do you mean?”

      “Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint pictures, and net purses. I scarcely know anyone who cannot do all this.”

      “ I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general,” said Darcy, “I cannot name five women, that are really educated.”

      “Nor I, I am sure,” said Miss Bingley.

      “Then,” observed Elizabeth, “in your opinion, who is an educated woman?”

      “Oh! No one can be really educated who does not know necessary things. A woman must know music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air[25] and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions.”

      “All this she must possess,” added Darcy, “and the most important thing, she must read a lot.”

      The conversation was over, and Elizabeth soon afterwards left the room.

      “Elizabeth Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, when the door was closed, “is one of those young ladies

22

you had better go on horseback – тебе лучше поехать верхом

23

She will be taken good care of. – О ней хорошо позаботятся.

24

she had no conversation – у нее не было вкуса

25

a certain something in her air – определенное своеобразие во внешности