He began to wish to know more of her,and as a step towards conversing with her himself,attended to her conversation with others.His doing so drew her notice.It was at Sir William Lucas's,where a large party were assembled.‘What does Mr Darcy mean,’said she to Charlotte,‘by listening to my conversation with Colonel Forster?’
‘That is a question which Mr Darcy only can answer.’
‘But if he does it any more,I shall certainly let him know that I see what he is about.He has a very satirical eye,and if I do not begin by being impertinent myself,I shall soon grow afraid of him.’
On his approaching them soon afterwards,though without seeming to have any intention of speaking,Miss Lucas defied her friend to mention such a subject to him,which immediately provoking Elizabeth to do it,she turned to him and said,
‘Did you not think,Mr Darcy,that I expressed myself uncommonly well just now,when I was teasing Colonel Forster to give us a ball at Meryton?’
‘With great energy;-but it is a subject which always makes a lady energetic.’
‘You are severe on us.’
‘It will be her turn soon to be teased,’said Miss Lucas.‘I am going to open the instrument,Eliza,and you know what follows.’
‘You are a very strange creature by way of a friend!-Always wanting me to play and sing before any body and every body!-If my vanity had taken a musical turn,you would have been invaluable,but as it is,I would really rather not sit down before those who must be in the habit of hearing the very best performers.’On Miss Lucas's persevering,however,she added,‘Very well;if it must be so,it must.’And gravely glancing at Mr Darcy,‘There is a fine old saying,which every body here is of course familiar with-“Keep your breath to cool your porridge”-and I shall keep mine to swell my song.’
Her performance was pleasing,though by no means capital.After a song or two,and before she could reply to the entreaties of several that she would sing again,she was eagerly succeeded at the instrument by her sister Mary,who having,in consequence of being the only plain one in the family,worked hard for knowledge and accomplishments,was always impatient for display.
Mary had neither genius nor taste;and though vanity had given her application,it had given her likewise a pedantic air and conceited manner,which would have injured a higher degree of excellence than she had reached.Elizabeth,easy and unaffected,had been listened to with much more pleasure,though not playing half so well;and Mary,at the end of a long concerto,was glad to purchase praise and gratitude by Scotch and Irish airs,at the request of her younger sisters,who,with some of the Lucases and two or three officers,joined eagerly in dancing at one end of the room.
Mr Darcy stood near them in silent indignation at such a mode of passing the evening,to the exclusion of all conversation,and was too much engrossed by his own thoughts to perceive that Sir William Lucas was his neighbour,till Sir William thus began:
‘What a charming amusement for young people this is,Mr Darcy!-There is nothing like dancing after all.-I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies.’
‘Certainly,sir;-and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world.-Every savage can dance.’
Sir William only smiled.‘Your friend performs delightfully,’he continued after a pause,on seeing Bingley join the group;-‘and I doubt not that you are an adept in the science yourself,Mr Darcy.’
‘You saw me dance at Meryton,I believe,sir.’
‘Yes,indeed,and received no inconsiderable pleasure from the sight.Do you often dance at St.James's?’
‘Never,sir.’
‘Do you not think it would be a proper compliment to the place?’
‘It is a compliment which I never pay to any place,if I can avoid it.’
‘You have a house in town,I conclude?’
Mr Darcy bowed.
‘I had once some thoughts of fixing in town myself-for I am fond of superior society;but I did not feel quite certain that the air of London would agree with Lady Lucas.’
He paused in hopes of an answer;but his companion was not disposed to make any;and Elizabeth at that instant moving towards them,he was struck with the notion of doing a very gallant thing,and called out to her,
‘My dear Miss Eliza,why are not you dancing?-Mr Darcy,you must allow me to present this young lady to you as a very desirable partner.-You cannot refuse to dance,I am sure,when so much beauty is before you.’And taking her hand,he would have given it to Mr Darcy,who,though extremely surprized,was not unwilling to receive it,when she instantly drew back,and said with some discomposure to Sir William,
‘Indeed,sir,I have not the least intention of danc ing.-I entreat you not to suppose that I moved this way in order to beg for a partner.’
Mr Darcy with grave propriety requested to be allowed the honour of her hand;but in vain.Elizabeth was determined;nor did Sir William at all shake her purpose by his attempt at persuasion.
‘You excel so much in the dance,Miss Eliza,that it is cruel to deny me the happiness of seeing you;and though this gentleman dislikes the amusement in general,he can have no objection,I am sure,to oblige us for one half hour.’
‘Mr Darcy is all politeness,’said Elizabeth,smiling.
‘He is indeed-but considering the inducement,my dear Miss Eliza,we cannot wonder at his complaisance;for who would object to such a partner?’
Elizabeth looked archly,and turned away.Her resistance had not injured her with the gentleman,and he was thinking of her with some complacency,when thus accosted by Miss Bingley.
‘I can guess the subject of your reverie.’
‘I should imagine not.’
‘You are considering how insupportable it would be to pass many evenings in this manner-in such society;and indeed I am quite of your opinion.I was never more annoyed!The insipidity and yet the noise;the nothingness and yet the self importance of all those people!-What would I give to hear your strictures on them!’
