书城小说傲慢与偏见
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第67章

Elizabeth was sitting by herself the next morning,and writing to Jane while Mrs.Collins and Maria were gone on business into the village,when she was startled by a ring at the door,the certain signal of a visitor.As she had heard no carriage, she thought it not unlikely to be Lady Catherine,and under that apprehension was putting away her half-finished letter that she might escape all impertinent questions, when the door opened, and, to her very great surprise,Mr.Darcy,and Mr.Darcy only,entered the room.

He seemed astonished too on finding her alone,and apologised for his intrusion by letting her know that he had understood all the ladies were to be within.

They then sat down, and when her inquiries after Rosings were made, seemed in danger of sinking into total silence. It was absolutely necessary, therefore, to think of something, and in this emergence recollecting when she had seen him last in Hertfordshire,and feeling curious to know what he would say on the subject of their hasty departure,she observed:

“How very suddenly you all quitted Netherfield last November, Mr. Darcy! It must have been a most agreeable surprise to Mr. Bingley to see you all after him so soon;for,if I recollect right, he went but the day before.He and his sisters were well,I hope, when you left London?”

“Perfectly so,I thank you.”

She found that she was to receive no other answer,and,after a short pause added:

“I think I have understood that Mr.Bingley has not much idea of ever returning to Netherfield again?”

“I have never heard him say so;but it is probable that he may spend very little of his time there in the future. He has many friends,and is at a time of life when friends and engagements are continually increasing.”

“If he means to be but little at Netherfield,it would be better for the neighbourhood that he should give up the place entirely, for then we might possibly get a settled family there. But, perhaps, Mr. Bingley did not take the house so much for the convenience of the neighbourhood as for his own,and we must expect him to keep it or quit it on the same principle.”

“I should not be surprised,”said Darcy,“if he were to give it up as soon as any eligible purchase offers.”

Elizabeth made no answer.She was afraid of talking longer of his friend;and,having nothing else to say,was now determined to leave the trouble of finding a subject to him.

He took the hint, and soon began with,“This seems a very comfortable house.Lady Catherine,I believe,did a great deal to it when Mr.Collins first came to Hunsford.”

“I believe she did—and I am sure she could not have bestowed her kindness on a more grateful object.”

“Mr. Collins appears to be very fortunate in his choice of a wife.”

“Yes,indeed,his friends may well rejoice in his having met with one of the very few sensible women who would have accepted him, or have made him happy if they had. My friend has an excellent understanding—though I am not certain that I consider her marrying Mr. Collins as the wisest thing she ever did. She seems perfectly happy, however, and in a prudential light it is certainly a very good match for her.”

“It must be very agreeable for her to be settled within so easy a distance of her own family and friends.”

“An easy distance,do you call it?It is nearly fifty miles.”

“And what is fifty miles of good road?Little more than half a day's journey.Yes,I call it a very easy distance.”

“I should never have considered the distance as one of the advantages of the match,”cried Elizabeth.“I should never have said Mrs.Collins was settled near her family.”

“It is a proof of your own attachment to Hertfordshire.Anything beyond the very neighbourhood of Longbourn,I suppose,would appear far.”

As he spoke there was a sort of smile which Elizabeth fancied she understood;he must be supposing her to be thinking of Jane and Netherfield,and she blushed as she answered: