Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (top 10 books to read .txt) 📕

Lady Catherine.

[Looks about her with a sniff, then deliberately seats herself in the big garden chair with the umbrella over it. She mutters to herself from time to time and taps her foot impatiently.] Insufferable impudence! Conceited little minx! She shall have a piece of my mind.

[Elizabeth comes to her from the house.]

Lady Catherine.

[Without moving.] Miss Bennet, you can be at no loss to understand the reason of my journey hither. Your own heart—your own conscience must tell you why I come.

Elizabeth.

[In unaffected astonishment.] Indeed, you are mistaken, Madam. I am not at all able to account for the honour of seeing you here.

Lady Catherine.

Miss Bennet, you ought to know that I am not to be trifled with. I have just been told that you—that Miss Elizabeth Bennet would in all likelihood be soon married to my nephew, Mr. Darcy. Though I know it to be a scandalous falsehood, I instantly resolved on setting off for this place that I might make my sentiments known to you.

Elizabeth.

[With astonishment and disdain.] If you believed it impossible to be true, I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far. What could your Ladyship propose by it?

Lady Catherine.

At once to insist upon having such a report universally contradicted.

Elizabeth.

[Coolly.] Your coming to Longbourn to see me and my family, will be rather a confirmation of it, if indeed such a report is in existence.

Lady Catherine.

If! Do you then pretend to be ignorant of it? Do you not know that such a report is spread about?

Elizabeth.

I never heard that it was.

Lady Catherine.

And can you likewise declare that there is no foundation for it?

Elizabeth.

Your Ladyship may ask questions which I shall not choose to answer.

Lady Catherine.

This is not to be borne. Miss Bennet, I insist upon being satisfied. Has he—has my nephew made you an offer of marriage?

Elizabeth.

Your Ladyship has declared it to be impossible.

Lady Catherine.

It ought to be so. But your arts and allurements may have made him forget what he owes to himself and to all his family. You may have drawn him in.

Elizabeth.

If I have, I shall be the last person to confess it.

Lady Catherine.

Miss Bennet, do you know who I am? I have not been accustomed to such language as this. I am Mr. Darcy's own aunt, and am entitled to know all his dearest concerns.

Elizabeth.

But you are not entitled to know mine.

Lady Catherine.

Let me be rightly understood. This match can never take place. No, never. Mr. Darcy is engaged to my daughter. Now what have you got to say?

Elizabeth.

Only this—that if it is so, you can have no reason to suppose Mr. Darcy will make an offer to me.

Lady Catherine.

[Hesitating.] The engagement between them is of a peculiar kind. While in their cradles, my sister and I planned their union. Do you pay no regard to the wishes of his friends? Do not you see that honour, decorum—nay, interest, forbid you marrying my nephew? Yes interest, Miss Bennet. For you will be slighted and despised by everyone connected with him!

Elizabeth.

These are heavy misfortunes. But the wife of Mr. Darcy must have such extraordinary sources of happiness that she could have no cause to repine.

Lady Catherine.

[In a rage.] Obstinate, headstrong girl! Tell me once for all—are you engaged to my nephew?

Elizabeth.

[Hesitates, then firmly.] I am not.

Lady Catherine.

[Relieved.] And will you promise me never to enter into such an engagement?

Elizabeth.

I will make no promise of the kind.

Lady Catherine.

Miss Bennet, I am shocked and astonished. I shall not go away until you have given me the assurance I require.

Elizabeth.

And I certainly never shall give it. I must beg, therefore, to be importuned no further on the subject.

Lady Catherine.

[In a fury, but trying to speak calmly.] Not so hasty, if you please. I had hoped to spare you this last humiliation—but your insolence forbids it. I am no stranger to the particulars of your sister's infamous elopement. I know all! The young man's marrying her was a patched-up business at the expense of my nephew. [Elizabeth starts violently.] Oh, you needn't start, Miss! Nobody knows about the whole affair better than you. But I don't wonder you blush to find yourself discovered. You used your arts well. My nephew must have spent full five or six thousand pounds to save your family from disgrace. I should think that such generosity might appeal a little to your gratitude and your sense of decency.

Elizabeth.

[Amazed.] Oh, Madam,—I——

Lady Catherine.

It is quite useless to protest. I have my facts from the best authority. Heaven knows Darcy has reason enough to keep away from Wickham's flirtations and entanglements, but [stopping herself.] that is a family affair. However, you have managed to get him mixed up in them again to the extent of five thousand pounds. But that is not enough,—you want to make this shameless girl my nephew's sister, and the son of his father's steward his brother. Heaven and Earth! Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted?

Elizabeth.

[Speaking with great effort.] Madam, you have insulted me in every possible manner. I must beg to return to the house. This is beyond endurance.

Lady Catherine.

Selfish girl! You are then resolved to have him?

Elizabeth.

Lady Catherine, I have nothing further to say.

Lady Catherine.

[Rising from her chair.] Very well. I shall now know how to act. Do not imagine your ambition will be gratified. Depend upon it, I shall carry my point. [Going.] I take no leave of you, Miss Bennet. You deserve no such attention. You will see what it is to rouse my displeasure.

[Lady Catherine goes out.]

Elizabeth.

[Sinking upon the garden seat, overwhelmed.] Can it be possible? Do we owe all this to Darcy? Oh, it is intolerable! [She puts her hands over her face in an abandonment of grief.]

Jane.

[Is heard outside calling.] Lizzy! Lizzy! [She enters, and on seeing her sister rushes to her.] Lizzy dear! What is it? Is there any new trouble?

Elizabeth.

[Throwing her arms about her sister.] Oh, Jane, Jane! Yes, there is no end of trouble. Lady Catherine has been here.

Jane.

[Astounded.] Lady Catherine!

Elizabeth.

Yes, yes, and—she says—that—oh, Jane——

Jane.

[Distressed.] Tell me, Lizzy!

Elizabeth.

She says it was Darcy who paid all the money to Wickham—it was Darcy saved us—and—and she says I persuaded him. I ensnared him, and—and she has insulted me.

Jane.

My dear, dear Lizzy. There must be some mistake. It was my good uncle who——

Elizabeth.

[A little calmer.] No—no, Jane, it must be true. I can put things together now. My aunt's hints in the letter—you know I did not want to show it you. Then what Lydia let fall, and her fear of Wickham's anger.

Jane.

[Soothingly.] Well, dear, even so, Mr. Darcy's motive is clear enough—and that should give you no pain.

Elizabeth.

You are mistaken. I know his motive. He feels that he is responsible because he was silent about Wickham's true character. He told me that all this would never have happened, had he done his duty. And now, he will despise us. He will never wish to see us again as long as he lives!

[She walks up and down in great excitement.]

Harris.

[Entering; to Jane.] The young gentlemen from Netherfield, Madam. I told them they would find you here.

Elizabeth.

Oh, Jane, I cannot see them.