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Act One, Pt.7
And until Elizabeth looked in vain for Mr. Wickham, a doubt of his being there had never occurred to her.
Lydia: Oh Lizzy! Mr. Wickham is not here! Ah, it’s like my rotten love. I set my mind to flirt with him all night.
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth, I hope you will give me the pleasure of this next dance.
Elizabeth: What? Eh… yes, of course, Mr. Darcy. Will you excuse me, I must speak with Miss Lucas.
Elizabeth: Charlotte, Mr. Darcy has asked me to dance.
Charlotte: Really? Well I dare say you will find him very agreeable.
Elizabeth: Oh! Heaven forbid! -- That would be the greatest misfortune of all! -- To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate!
Charlotte: Oh Lizzy! I beg you not to be a simpleton.
Don’t allow your fancy for Wickham to make her appear unpleasant to a man of ten times his consequence. Go, he’s waiting!
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Mr. Darcy. It is a very fine ball, is it not?
Mr. Darcy: Indeed.
Elizabeth: It is your turn to say something now, Mr. Darcy. -- I talked about the dance,
and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room, or the number of couples.
Mr. Darcy: Whatever you wish me to say, I shall.
Elizabeth: Very well. -- That reply will do for the present.
-- Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones. -- But now we may be silent.
Mr. Darcy: Do you talk by rule then, while you are dancing?
Elizabeth: Sometimes. One must speak a little, you know.
It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together, and yet for the advantage of some,
conversation ought to be so arranged as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible.
Mr. Darcy: Are you consulting your own feelings in this case, or do you imagine that you are gratifying mine?
Elizabeth: Both, for I have always seen a great similarity in the turn of our minds.
-- We are both of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak,
unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room.
Mr. Darcy: That is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure.
How near it may be to mine, I cannot pretend to say.
-- You think it a faithful portrait undoubtedly.
Elizabeth: Well, I must not decide on my own performance.
When you met us in Meryton the other day, we had just been forming a new acquaintance.
Mr. Darcy: Mr. Wickham? He is blessed with such happy manners as may ensure his making friends
-- whether he may be equally capable of retaining them, is less certain.
Elizabeth: Yes. He has been so unlucky as to lose your friendship,
and in a manner which he is likely to suffer from all his life.
Mr. Darcy: I’m sorry. I forget what we were talking of.
Elizabeth: (Laugh) I do not think we were speaking at all.
There could not be any two people who had less to say for themselves.
I remember hearing you once say, Mr. Darcy, that your resentment once created was unappeasable.
You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its being created.
Mr. Darcy: I am.
Elizabeth: (And) never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice?
Mr. Darcy: I hope not.
Elizabeth: It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion, to be secure of judging properly at first.
Mr. Darcy: May I ask to what these questions tend?
Elizabeth: Merely to the illustration of your character—See, I am trying to make it out.
Mr. Darcy: And what is your success?
Elizabeth: I do not get on at all.
Mr. Darcy: I could wish, Miss Bennet, that you were not to sketch my character at the present moment,
as there is reason to fear that the performance would reflect no credit on either.
Elizabeth: But if I do not take your likeness now, I may never have another opportunity.
Mr. Darcy: I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours. Pray, excuse me.
They parted in silence. Meanwhile, her mother was talking to Charlotte Lucas, loudly and openly and of nothing else but—
Mrs. Bennet: I’m in daily expectation of Jane’s receiving Mr. Bingley’s proposal.
She spoke long and eloquently. It was an animating subject.
Mrs. Bennet: Such a charming young man and so rich,
and it is such a comfort to think how fond—
Elizabeth: Mamma, please speak a little lower!
Mrs. Bennet: Oh quiet, Lizzy. –How fond his sister is of Jane! And such a promising thing—
Elizabeth: Mamma! Everyone can—
Mrs. Bennet: --Such a promising thing for my younger girls,
for Jane's marrying so well will throw them in the way of other wealthy men.
Elizabeth: I am persuaded that Mr. Darcy can hear you quite clearly.
Mrs. Bennet: Oh, what is Mr. Darcy to me, pray, that I should be afraid of him?
Nothing that Elizabeth could say had any influence. Then—
Mr. Bingley: Let us have some singing.
Singing was talked of.
Mr. Bingley: Ah, Miss Mary, you light up right away. Very well, then.
Mary: (Sing).
Oh, Elizabeth was in agonies. She looked at her father to entreat his interference.
Mr. Bennet: That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough.
Elizabeth: Oh, my wretched relations. What more could be for me?
The rest of the evening brought Elizabeth little amusement. She was teased by Mr. Collins.
Mr. Collins: Miss Elizabeth! Miss Elizabeth!
-- who continued most perseveringly by her side, and she owed her greatest relief to her friend Charlotte.
Charlotte: Mr. Collins, perhaps you might give me opinion of four dieses sermons.
--who could naturally engage Mr. Collins’ conversation to herself.
But Mrs. Bennet at least was perfectly satisfied.
Mrs. Bennet: allowing for the preparations of settlements, new carriages, and wedding clothes,
Jane will undoubtedly be settled at Netherfield within the length of three or four months.
Ah, Jane. I knew she could not be born so beautiful for nothing.
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