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ACAST helps creators launch, grow and monetize their podcasts everywhere. Acast.com welcome to Jane Austen Stories. I'm Julie Andrews and from the Noiser Podcast Network. This is Pride and prejudice part 6. In the last episode, the Bennet family played host to an unwelcome guest, Mr. Collins, a tiresome clergyman with a habit of reading lengthy sermons aloud after dinner. Collins is Mr. Bennet's distant cousin and will inherit the Longbourn estate upon his death. Not a thing, sadly, will go to any of the Bennet daughters. None of this is good for Mrs. Bennet or her nerves, but when she heard that Mr. Collins was after a wife, her feelings changed. Collins had been urged by his patron, the aristocratic lady Catherine de Bourgh, to marry, and after considering the various Bennet sisters, he has alighted upon our heroine Lizzie as the one to pursue. Elsewhere, the sisters found more agreeable company during a visit to Meryton, a bustling market town and current home to a regiment of dashing young officers. Among them, one man stood out to Lizzie, Mr. Wickham. Handsome, charming, and intriguingly mysterious, he hints at a troubled past with none other than Mr. Darcy. All of this has piqued Lizzie's interest, and as we return to the story, she and her sisters are once again heading back to the for an evening with their aunt and uncle, while their tiresome cousin, Mr. Collins, is also in tow. That cannot dampen the excitement around another possible encounter with the alluring Mr. Wickham. From the Noiza Podcast Network, this is Pride and prejudice, Chapter 16, as no objection was made to the young people's engagement with their aunt and all Mr. Collins's scruples of leaving Mr. And Mrs. Bennet for a single evening during his visit were most steadily resisted. The coach conveyed him and his five cousins at a suitable hour to merit on, and the girls had the pleasure of hearing, as they entered the drawing room, that Mr. Wickham had accepted their uncle's invitation and was then in the house. When this information was given and they had all taken their seats, Mr. Collins was at leisure to look around him and admire, and he was so much struck with the size and furniture of the room that he declared he might almost have supposed himself in the small summer breakfast parlour at Rosings, a comparison that did not at first convey much gratification. But when Mrs. Phillips understood from him what Rosings was and who was its proprietor, when she had listened to the description of only one of Lady Catherine's drawing rooms and found that the chimney piece alone had cost 800, she felt all the force of the compliment, and would hardly have resented a comparison with the housekeeper's room. In describing to her all the grandeur of Lady Catherine and her mansion, with occasional digressions in praise of his own humble abode and the improvements it was receiving, Mr. Collins was happily employed until the gentleman joined them, and he found in Mrs. Phillips a very attentive listener, whose opinion of his consequence increased with what she heard, and who was resolving to retail it all among her neighbors as soon as she could to the girls who could not listen to their cousin, and who had nothing to do but to wish for an instrument and examine the imitations of china on the mantelpiece. The interval of waiting appeared very long. It was over at last, however. The gentlemen did approach, and when Mr. Wickham walked into the room, Elizabeth realized that she had been seeing him before, and thinking of him since with no small degree of unreasonable admiration. The militia officers were, in general, a very creditable gentlemanlike set, and the best of them were of the present party. But Mr. Wickham was as far beyond them all in person, countenance, air, and walk, as they were superior to the broad faced, stuffy Uncle Phillips, breathing port wine, who followed them into the room. Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seated himself. And the agreeable manner in which he immediately fell into conversation, though it was only on its being a wet night, and on the probability of a rainy season, made her feel that the commonest, dullest, most threadbare topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker with such rivals for the notice of the fair, as Mr. Wickham and the officers, Mr. Collins seemed to sink into insignificance. To the young ladies he certainly was nothing. But he had still at intervals a kind listener in Mrs. Phillips, and was by her watchfulness most abundantly supplied with coffee and muffin. When the card tables were placed, he had an opportunity of obliging her in return by sitting down to a game of whist. I know little of the game at present, said Mr. Collins, but I shall be glad to improve myself, for in my situation of life. Mrs. Phillips was very thankful for his compliance, but could not wait for his reason. Mr. Wickham did not play at whist, and with ready delight was he received at the other table between Elizabeth and Lydia. At first there seemed danger of Lydia's engrossing him entirely, for she was a most determined talker. But being likewise extremely fond of lottery tickets, she soon grew too much interested in that game, too eager in making bets and exclaiming after prizes to have attention for anyone in particular, allowing for the common demands of the game. Mr. Wickham was therefore at leisure to talk to Elizabeth, and she was very willing to hear him, though what she chiefly wished to hear was, she could not hope to be told the history of his acquaintance with Mr. Darcy. She dared not even mention that gentleman. Her curiosity, however, was unexpectedly relieved. Mr. Wickham began the subject himself. He inquired how far Netherfield was from Meryton, and after receiving her answer, asked in a hesitating MANNER how long Mr. Darcy had been staying there. About a month, said Elizabeth, and then, unwilling to let the subject drop, added, he is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand. Yes, replied Mr. Wickham. His estate there is a noble one, a clear 10,000 per annum. You could not have met with a person more capable of of giving you certain information on that head than myself, for I have been connected with his family in a particular manner from my infancy. Elizabeth could not but look surprised. You may well be surprised, Miss Bennet, at such an assertion, after seeing, as you probably might, the very cold manner of our meeting yesterday. Are you much acquainted with Mr. Darcy? As much as I ever wish to be, cried Elizabeth warmly. I have spent four days in the same house with him, and I think him very disagreeable. I have no right to give my opinion, said Wickham, as to his being agreeable or otherwise. I am not qualified to form one. I have known him too long and too well to be a fair judge. It is impossible for me to be Impartial. But I believe your opinion of him would in general astonish, and perhaps you would not express it quite so strongly anywhere else. Here you are in your own family. Upon my word, I say no more here than I might say in any house in the neighbourhood, except Netherfield. He is not at all liked in Hertfordshire. Everybody is disgusted with his pride. You will not find him more favourably spoken of by anyone. I cannot pretend to be sorry, said Wickham after a short interruption, that he, or that any man should not be estimated beyond what they deserve. But with him I believe it does not often happen. The world is blinded by his fortune and consequence, or frightened by his high and imposing manners, and sees him only as he chooses to be seen. I should take him, even on my slight acquaintance, to be an ill tempered man. Wickham only nodded his head. I wonder, said he at the next opportunity of speaking, whether he is likely to be in this country much longer, I do not know at all. But I heard nothing of his going away when I was at Netherfield. I hope your plans in favour of the militia will not be affected by his being in the neighbourhood. Oh, no, it is not for me to be driven away. My Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to avoid seeing me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms, and it always gives me pain to meet him. But I have no reason for avoiding him, but what I might proclaim to all the world a sense of of very great ill usage and most painful regrets at his being what he is. His father, Ms. Bennet, the late Mr. Darcy, was one of the best men that ever breathed, and the truest friend I ever had. And I can never be in company with this Mr. Darcy without being grieved to the soul by a thousand tender recollections. His behaviour to myself has been scandalous, but I verily believe I could forgive him anything and everything, rather than his disappointing the hopes and disgracing the memory of his father. Elizabeth found the interest of the subject increase and she listened with all her heart. But the delicacy of it prevented further inquiry.
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Mr. Wickham began to speak on more general topics. Merit on the neighborhood, the society, appearing highly pleased with all that he had yet seen, and speaking of the latter especially, with gentle but very intelligible gallantry. It was the prospect of constant society and good society, he added, which was my chief inducement to enter the militia. I know it to be a most respectable, agreeable corps, and my friend Denny tempted me further by his account of their present quarters and the very great attentions and excellent acquaintance Meryton had procured them. Society, I own, is necessary for me. I have been a disappointed man, and my spirits will not bear solitude. I must have employment and society. A military life is not what I was intended for, but circumstances have now made it eligible. The church ought to have been my profession. I was brought up for the church, and I should at this time have been in possession of a most valuable living, had it pleased the gentleman we were speaking of just now. Indeed, replied Elizabeth, yes. The late Mr. Darcy bequeathed me the next presentation of the best living in his gift. He was my godfather and excessively attached to me. I cannot do justice to his kindness. He meant to provide for me amply and thought he had done it, but when the living fell, it was given elsewhere. Good heavens. Cried Elizabeth. But how could that be? How could his will be disregarded? Why did you not seek legal redress? Mr. Wickham replied, There was just such an informality in the terms of the bequest as to give me no hope from law. A man of honour should not have doubted the intention, but Mr. Darcy chose to doubt it, or to treat it as a merely conditional recommendation, and to assert that I had forfeited all claim to it by extravagance, imprudence. In short, anything or nothing. Certain it is that the living became vacant two years ago, exactly as I was of an age to hold it, and that it was given to another man, and no less certain it is, that I cannot accuse myself of having really done anything to deserve to lose it. I have a warm, unguarded temper, and I may perhaps have sometimes spoken my opinion of him and to him too freely, I can recall nothing worse. But the fact is, that we are very different sort of men, and that he hates me. This is quite shocking. Cried Elizabeth. He deserves to be publicly disgraced. Sometime or other he will be, but it shall not be by me. Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose him. Elizabeth honored him for such feelings, and thought him handsomer than ever as he expressed them. But what, said she after a pause, can have been his motive? What can have induced him to behave so cruelly? A thorough, determined dislike of me, said Mr. Wickham, a dislike which I cannot but attribute in some measure to jealousy. Had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less, his son might have borne with me better. But his father's uncommon attachment to me irritated him. I believe, very early in life he had not a temper to bear the sort of competition in which we stood, the sort of preference which was often given to me. I had not thought Mr. Darcy so bad as this, replied Elizabeth. Though I have never liked him, I had not thought so very ill of him. I. I had supposed him to be despising his fellow creatures in general, but did not suspect him of descending to such malicious revenge, such injustice, such inhumanity, as this. After a few minutes reflection, however, she continued. I do remember his boasting one day at Netherfield of the implacability of his resentments, of his having an unforgiving temper, of his. His disposition must be dreadful. I will not trust myself on the subject, replied Wickham. I can hardly be just to him. Elizabeth was again deep in thought, and after a time exclaimed, to treat in such a manner the godson, the friend, the favourite of his father. She could have added, a young man too, like you, whose very countenance may vouch for your being amiable. But she contented herself with one too, who had probably been his own companion from childhood. Connected together, as I think you said, in the closest manner. We were born in the same parish, within the same park, replied Wickham. The greatest part of our youth was passed together, inmates of the same house, sharing the same amusements, objects of the same parental care. My father began life in the profession which your uncle, Mr. Phillips, appears to do so much credit to. But he gave up everything to be of use to the late Mr. Darcy, and devoted all his time to the care of the Pemberley property. He was most highly esteemed by Mr. Darcy, a most intimate, confidential friend. Mr. Darcy often acknowledged himself to be under the great, greatest obligations to my father's Active superintendence. And when, immediately before my father's death, Mr. Darcy gave him a voluntary promise of providing for me, I am convinced that he felt it to be as much of a debt of gratitude to him as of affection to myself. How strange. Cried Elizabeth. How abominable. I wonder that the very pride of this Mr. Darcy has not made him just to you, if from no better motive. That he should not have been too proud to be dishonest. For dishonesty I must call, is wonderful, replied Mr. Wickham, for almost all his actions may be traced to pride, and pride has often been his best friend. It has connected him nearer with virtue than any other feeling. But we are none of us consistent, and in his behavior, to me there were stronger impulses even than pride. Elizabeth replied, can such pride as his have ever done him good? Yes, it has often led him to be liberal and generous, to give his money freely, to display hospitality, to assist his tenants and relieve the poor. Family pride and filial pride, for he is very proud of what his father was. Have done this, not to appear to disgrace his family, to degenerate from the popular qualities, or lose the influence of the Pemberley House, is a powerful motive. He has also brotherly pride, which, with some brotherly affection, makes him a very kind and careful guardian of his sister. And you will hear him generally cried up as the most attentive and best of brothers. What sort of a girl is Miss Darcy? Asked Elizabeth. He shook his head. I wish I could call her amiable. It gives me pain to speak ill of a Darcy, but she is too much like her brother. Very, very proud. As a child she was affectionate and pleasing and extremely fond of me, and I have devoted hours and hours to her amusement. But she is nothing to me now. She's a handsome girl, about 15 or 16, and, I understand, highly accomplished. Since her father's death, her home has been London, where a lady lives with her and superintends her education. After many pauses and many trials of other subjects, Elizabeth could not help reverting once more to the first and saying, I am astonished at his intimacy with Mr. Bingley. How can Mr. Bingley, who seems good humor itself, and is, I really believe, truly amiable, be in friendship with such a man? How can they suit each other? Do you know Mr. Bingley? Not at all. He is a sweet tempered, amiable, charming man, said Lizzie. He cannot know what Mr. Darcy is. Probably not, replied Wickham, but Mr. Darcy can please where he chooses. He does not want want for abilities. He can be a conversable companion if he thinks it worth his while among those who are at all his equals. In consequence, he is a very different man from what he is to the less prosperous, his pride never deserts him. But with the rich he is liberal minded, just, sincere, rational, honorable, and perhaps agreeable, allowing something for fortune and figure. The whist party soon afterwards breaking up, the players gathered round the other table, and Mr. Collins took his station. Between his cousin Elizabeth and her aunt, Mrs. Phillips, the usual inquiries as to his success were made. By the latter, it had not been very great. He had lost every point. But when Mrs. Phillips began to express her concern, thereupon he assured her with much earnest gravity that it was not of the least importance that he considered the money as a mere trifle, and begged she would not make herself uneasy. I know very well, madam, said he, that when persons sit down to a card table, they must take their chance of these things. And happily, I am not in such circumstances as to make five shillings. My object. There are undoubtedly many who could not say the same, but thanks to Lady Catherine Dubourg, I am removed far beyond the necessity of regarding little matters. Mr. Wickham's attention was caught, and after observing Mr. Collins for a few moments, he asked Elizabeth in a low voice, whether her relations were very intimately acquainted with the family of Dubourg. Lady Catherine Dubourg, she replied, has very lately given him a living. I hardly know how Mr. Collins was first introduced to her notice, but he certainly has not known her long. You know, of course, that Lady Catherine de Bourgh and Lady Anne Darcy were sisters, said Wickham, consequently, that she is aunt to the present Mr. Darcy. No, indeed, I did not. I knew nothing at all of Lady Catherine's connections. I never heard of her existence till the day before yesterday. Her daughter, Miss Dubourg, will have a very large fortune, said Wickham, and it is believed that she and her cousin Darcy will unite the two estates. This information made Elizabeth smile as she thought of poor Miss Bingley. Vain indeed must be, all her attentions, vain and useless. Her affection for his sister, and her praise of himself, if he were already self destined to another. Mr. Collins said, Lizzie speaks highly both of Lady Catherine and her daughter, but from some particulars that she has related of her ladyship. I suspect his gratitude misleads him, and that in spite of her being his patroness, she is an arrogant, conceited woman. I believe her to be both in a great degree, replied Wickham. I have not seen her for many years. But I very well remember that I never liked her, and that her manners were dictatorial and insolent. She has the reputation of being remarkably sensible and clever, but I rather believe she derives part of her abilities from her rank and fortune, part from her authoritative manner, and the rest from the pride of her nephew, who chooses that everyone connected with him should have an understanding of the upper class. Elizabeth allowed that he had given a very rational account of it, and they continued talking together with mutual satisfaction till supper put an end to cards and gave the rest of the ladies their share of Mr. Wickham's attentions. There could be no conversation in the noise of Mrs. Phillips supper party, but his manners recommended him to everybody. Whatever he said was said. Well, whatever he did, done gracefully. Elizabeth went away with her head full of him, and on the way home she could think of nothing but of Mr. Wickham and of what he had told her. But there was nothing time for her even to mention his name as they went, for Neither Lydia nor Mr. Collins were once silent. Lydia talked incessantly of lottery tickets, of the fish she had lost to cards and the fish she had won. And Mr. Collins, in describing the civility of Mr. And Mrs. Phillips, protesting that he did not in the least regard his losses, at worst enumerating all the dishes at supper and repeatedly fearing that he crowded his cousins, had more to say than he could well manage before the carriage stopped at Longbourn House.
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Chapter 17. Elizabeth related to Jane the next day what had passed between Mr. Wickham and herself. Jane listened with astonishment and concern. She knew not how to believe that Mr. Darcy could be so unworthy of Mr. Bingley's regard. And yet it was not in her nature to question the veracity of a young man of such amiable appearance as Wickham. The possibility of his having really endured such unkindness was enough to interest all her tender feelings. And nothing, therefore, remained to be done but to think well of them both, to defend the conduct of each other and throw into the account of accident or mistake whatever could not be otherwise explained. They have both, said Jane, been deceived, I dare say, in some way or other of which we can form no idea. Interested people have perhaps misrepresented each to the other. It is in short, impossible for us to conjecture the Queen causes or circumstances which may have alienated them without actual blame on either side. Very true indeed, replied Lizzie. And now, my dear Jane, what have you to say in behalf of the interested people who have probably been concerned in the business? Do clear them too, or we shall be obliged to think ill of anybody. Laugh as much as you choose, said Jane, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion. My dearest Lizzy, do but consider in what a disgraceful life it places Mr. Darcy to be, treating his father's favourite in such a manner, one whom his father had promised to provide for. It is impossible. No man of common humanity, no man who had any value for his character, could be capable of it. Can his most intimate friends be so excessively deceived in him? Oh, no, lizzie replied. I can much more easily believe Mr. Bingley's being imposed on than that Mr. Wickham should invent such a history of himself as he gave me last night. Names, facts, everything mentioned without ceremony. If it not be so, let Mr. Darcy contradict it. Besides, there was truth in his looks. It is difficult, replied Jane. Indeed, it is distressing. One does not know what to think. I beg your pardon? One knows exactly what to think, replied Elizabeth. But Jane could think with certainty on only one point, that Mr. Bingley, if he had been imposed on, would have much to suffer. When the affair became public, the two young ladies were summoned from the shrubbery where this conversation passed by the arrival of some of the very persons of whom they had been speaking. Mr. Bingley and his sisters came to give their parents personal invitation for the long expected ball at Netherfield, which was fixed for the following Tuesday. The two sisters were delighted to see their dear friend again called it an age since they had met, and repeatedly asked what she had been doing with herself since their separation. To the rest of the family they paid little attention, avoiding Mrs. Bennet as much as possible, saying not much to Elizabeth and nothing at all to the others. They were soon gone again, rising from their seats with an activity which took their brother by surprise, and hurrying off as if eager to escape from Mrs. Bennet's civilities. The prospect of the Netherfield ball was extremely agreeable to every female of the family. Mrs. Bennet chose to consider it as given in compliment to her eldest daughter, and was particularly flattered by receiving the invitation from Mr. Bingley himself. Instead of a ceremonious card, Jane pictured to herself a happy evening in the society of her two friends and the attentions of their brother. And Elizabeth thought with pleasure of dancing a good great deal with Mr. Wickham, and of seeing a confirmation of everything in Mr. Darcy's look and behaviour. The happiness anticipated by Catherine and Lydia depended less on any single event or any particular person, for though they each, like Elizabeth, meant to dance half the evening with Mr. Wickham, he was by no means the only partner who could satisfy them in and a ball was at any rate a ball, and even Mary could assure her family that she had no disinclination for it. While I can have my mornings to myself, said Mary, it is enough, I think, it is no sacrifice to join occasionally in evening engagements. Society has claims on us all, and I profess myself one of those who consider intervals of recreation and amusement as desirable for everybody. Elizabeth's spirits were so high on the occasion that though she did not often speak unnecessarily to Mr. Collins, she could not help asking him whether he intended to accept Mr. Bingley's invitation, and, if he did, whether he would think it proper to join in the evening's amusement. And she was rather surprised to find that he had entertained no scruple whatever on that head, and was very far from dreading a rebuke either from the Archbishop or Lady Catherine Debour. By venturing to dance. I am by no means of opinion. I assure you, said Mr. Collins, that a ball of this kind, given by a young man of character to respectable people, can have any evil tendency, and I am so far from objecting to dancing myself, that I shall hope to be honoured with the hands of all my fair cousins in the course of the evening. I take this opportunity of soliciting yours, Miss Elizabeth, for the first two dances, especially a preference which I trust my cousin Jane will attribute to the right cause, and not to any disrespect for her. Elizabeth felt herself completely taken in. She had fully proposed being engaged by Wickham for those very dances, and to have Mr. Collins instead. Her liveliness had never been worse timed. There was no help for it, however. Mr. Wickham's happiness and her own was perforce delayed a little longer, and Mr. Collins proposal accepted with as good a grace as she could. She was not the better pleased with his gallantry from the idea it suggested of something more. It now first struck her that she was selected from among her sisters as worthy of being the mistress of Hunsford Parsonage, and of assisting to form a quadrille table at Rosings in the absence of more eligible visitors. The idea soon reached to conviction, as she observed Mr. Collins's increasing civilities toward herself, and heard his frequent attempt at a compliment on her wit and vivacity. And though more astonished than gratified herself by the effect of her charms, it was not long before her mother gave her to understand that the probability of their marriage was exceedingly agreeable to her. Elizabeth, however, did not choose to take the hint, being well aware that a serious dispute must be the consequence of any reply. Mr. Collins might never make the offer. Until he did, it was useless to quarrel about him. If there had not been a Netherfield wall to prepare for, and talk of, the younger, Miss Bennets would have been in a pitiable state at this time. For from the day of the invitation to the day of the ball, there was such a succession of of rain as prevented their walking to Meryton once. No aunt, no officers, no news could be sought after the very shoe ribbons for the ball were got by proxy. Even Elizabeth might have found some trial of her patience in weather, which totally suspended the improvement of her acquaintance with Mr. Wickham. And nothing less than. Than a dance on Tuesday could have made such a Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday endurable to Kitty and Lydia. In the next episode. It is time for the social event of the season, the grand ball at Netherfield. There will be dancing, and maybe even a spark or two, but not without its fair share of awkward encounters and disappointments. As the party continues into the night, the questions mount. Will Mr. Wilson ever show up? And why is Miss Bingley so eager to plant doubts in Lizzie's mind. Meanwhile, Jane and Mr. Bingley seem on the brink of an engagement. But could Mrs. Bennet's behaviour ruin everything? That's Next time on Jane Austen Stories, Pride and Prejudice. You can listen to the next two episodes of Pride and Prejudice right now without waiting by subscribing to Noiser Plus. Head to www.noiza.comscriptions for more information or cl the link in the episode Description.
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