Гордость и предубеждение / Pride and Prejudice. Джейн Остин

while with Jane, the mother and three daughters came into the breakfast parlour. Bingley met them with hopes that Mrs. Bennet had not found Miss Bennet worse than she expected.

      “Indeed I have, sir,” was her answer. “She is too ill to be moved. We must use your kindness a little longer. You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley. I do not know a place in the country that is equal to Netherfield. You will not think of quitting it in a hurry.”

      “Whatever I do is done in a hurry,” replied he; “But at present, however, I consider myself as quite fixed here.[20]”

      “That is exactly what I should have supposed of you,” said Elizabeth.

      “You begin to comprehend me, do you?” cried he.

      “Oh! yes—I understand you perfectly.”

      “Lizzy,” cried her mother, “remember where you are, and do not continue in the wild manner that you use at home.”

      “I did not know before,” continued Bingley immediately, “that you were a studier of character. It must be an amusing study.”

      “The country,” said Darcy, “can in general supply a few subjects for such a study.”

      “Yes, indeed,” cried Mrs. Bennet, offended by his manner of mentioning a country neighbourhood. “I cannot see that London has any great advantage over the country, except the shops and public places. The country is far more pleasant, is it not, Mr. Bingley?”

      “When I am in the country,” he replied, “I never wish to leave it; and when I am in town it is the same. They have each their advantages.”

      “That is because you have the right disposition. But that gentleman,” looking at Darcy, “seemed to think the country was nothing at all.”

      “Indeed, Mamma, you are mistaken,” said Elizabeth, blushing for her mother. “You quite mistook Mr. Darcy. He only meant that there was not such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in the town.”

      “Certainly, my dear, but we dine with twenty-four families.”

      Elizabeth asked her mother if Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn.

      “Yes, she came yesterday with her father. What an agreeable man Sir William is, Mr. Bingley, is not he? He has always something to say to everybody.”

      “Did Charlotte dine with you?”

      “No, she went home. The Lucases are a very good sort of girls, I assure you. It is a pity they are not handsome! Not that I think Charlotte so very plain – she is our friend.”

      “She seems a very pleasant young woman.”

      “Oh! dear, yes; but you must agree she is very plain. Lady Lucas herself has often said so, and envied me Jane’s beauty[21]. I do not like to boast of my own child, but to be sure, Jane – one does not often see anybody better looking. It is what everybody says. When she was only fifteen, there was a man so much in love with her that my sister-in-law was sure he would make her an offer. But, however, he did not. Perhaps he thought she was too young. However, he wrote some verses on her[22], and very pretty they were.”

      “ I wonder,” said Elizabeth impatiently, “who first discovered the poetry was driving away love!”

      “I always thought that the poetry was the food of love,” said Darcy.

      “Maybe. Everything nourishes what is strong already. But if it is weak, one good sonnet will kill it.”

      Darcy only smiled; Mrs. Bennet began to thank Mr. Bingley for his kindness to Jane, with an apology for troubling him also with Lizzy. Mr. Bingley was very civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be civil also, and say what the occasion required.

      Lydia was a stout girl of fifteen, with a fine complexion and good-humoured countenance; a favourite with her mother, whose affection had brought her into public at an early age. She had a sort of natural self-consequence. She reminded Mr. Bingley about the ball that he promised to organise. And she added, that it would be the most shameful thing in the world if he did not keep his promise. His answer was delightful to their mother’s ear:

      “I am perfectly ready, I assure you, to keep my promise, when your sister is recovered. But you would not wish to dance when she is ill.”

      Lydia declared herself satisfied. “Oh! yes – it would be much better to wait till Jane was well, and by that time most likely Captain Carter would be at Meryton again.”

      Mrs. Bennet and her daughters then left, and Elizabeth returned instantly to Jane.

      Chapter 10

      Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley had spent some hours of the morning with Jane, who continued, though slowly, to recover; and in the evening Elizabeth joined their party in the drawing-room. Mr. Darcy was writing, and Miss Bingley, seated near him. Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were playing cards, and Mrs. Hurst was observing their game.

      Elizabeth took up some needlework, and was sufficiently amused looking what happened between Darcy and his companion.

      “How delighted Miss Darcy will be to receive such a letter!”

      He made no answer.

      “You write uncommonly fast.”

      “You are mistaken. I write rather slowly.”

      “Please tell your sister that I want to see her.”

      “I have already told her, by your desire[23].”

      “I am afraid you do not like your pen. Let me mend it for you. I mend pens remarkably well.”

      “Thank you – but I always mend myself.”

      “Tell your sister I am delighted to hear her playing the harp. Do you always write such charming long letters to her, Mr. Darcy?”

      “They are generally long; but whether always charming it is not for me to determine[24].”

      “It is a rule with me, that a person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write badly.”

      “My style of writing is very different from yours. And what do you think, dear Elizabeth?”

      “I think,” said Elizabeth, “ Mr. Darcy must finish his letter.”

      Mr. Darcy took her advice, and did finish his letter.

      When that business was over, he offered young ladies to play some music.

      Mrs. Hurst sang with her sister, and while they were thus employed, Elizabeth noticed, how frequently Mr. Darcy’s eyes were fixed on her. She hardly knew how to suppose that she could be an object of admiration to such a great man; and yet that he should look at her because he disliked her, was still more strange. She could only imagine, however, at last that she drew his attention because there was something wrong with her, according to his ideas of right, than in any other person present.

      After playing some Italian songs, Mr. Darcy, coming to Elizabeth, said to her:

      “Do not you feel like dancing, Miss Bennet?”

      She smiled, but made no answer. He repeated the question, with some surprise at her silence.

      “Oh!” said she, “I heard you before, but I could not immediately decide what to say in reply. You wanted me, I know, to say ‘Yes,’ that you might have the pleasure of despising my taste. But I say ‘no’, I do not want to dance at all—and now despise me if you dare.”

      “Indeed I do not dare.”

      Elizabeth was amazed at his gallantry; but there was a mixture of sweetness. Darcy had never been so bewitched by any woman as he was by her.

      Miss Bingley saw, or suspected

20

I consider myself as quite fixed here. – Мне кажется, что я устроился здесь основательно.

21

envied me Jane’s beauty – завидовала красоте моей Джейн

22

he wrote some verses on her – он посвятил ей стихи

23

by your desire – по вашему желанию

24

it is not for me to determine – не мне судить