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People welcome to Jane Austen Stories, Julie I'm Julie Andrews and from the Noiser Podcast Network. This is Pride and prejudice, part seven. In our last episode, more was revealed about Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham and their troubled past. Elizabeth learned that Wickham was close to Darcy when the two were children. They'd grown up together with Wickham's father, the manager of the Darcy family estate. But when Darcy's father died, things turned sour. Darcy Senior had promised Wickham a generous living as a clergyman, but the younger Darcy had ignored his late father's wishes and refused the gift financially cut off. This forced Wickham to join the military. Lizzie always sensed there was something about Mr. Darcy that she didn't like. But when her sister Jane jumps to Darcy's defence, we're left to wonder, are there two sides to this story? For now, there are more pressing matters, namely a party. The Bennet family are back at Netherfield park, enjoying the ball of the season. Now the evening is in full swing, a whirl of elegant dresses and dancing couples as Lizzie does her best to track down Mr. Wickham. She may have a tough time locating him, however, and an even tougher time avoiding unpleasant encounters with the ludicrous Mr. Collins and the prideful Mr. Darcy. From the Noizub Podcast Network, this is Pride and prejudice, chapter 18. Till Elizabeth entered the drawing room at Netherfield and looked in vain for Mr. Wickham among the cluster of red coats there assembled, a doubt of his being present had never occurred to her. The certainty of meeting him had not been checked by any of those recollections that might reasonably have alarmed her. She had dressed with more than usual care, and prepared in the highest spirits for the conquest of all that remained unsubdued of his heart, trusting that it was not more than might be won in the course of the evening. But in an instant arose the dreadful suspicion of his being purposely omitted for Mr. Darcy's pleasure in the Bingley's invitation to the officers. And though this was not exactly the case, the absolute fact of his absence was pronounced by his friend Mr. Denny, to whom Lydia eagerly applied, and who told them that Wickham had been obliged to go to town on business the day before, and was not yet returned, adding with a significant smile, I do not imagine his business would have called him away just now, if he had not wished to avoid a certain gentleman here. This part of his intelligence, though unheard by Lydia, was caught by Elizabeth, and it assured her that Darcy was no less answerable for Wickham's absence than if her first surmise had been just. Every feeling of displeasure against the former was so sharpened by immediate disappointment, that she could hardly reply with tolerable civility to the polite inquiries which he directly afterwards approached to make. Attention, forbearance. Patience with Darcy was injury to Wickham. She was resolved against any sort of conversation with him, and turned away with a degree of ill humour, which she could not wholly surmount, even in speaking to Mr. Bingley, whose blind partiality provoked her. But Elizabeth was not formed for ill humour, and though every prospect of her own was destroyed for the evening, it could not dwell long on her spirits. And having told all her griefs to Charlotte Lucas, whom she had not seen for a week, she was soon able to make a voluntary transition to the oddities of her cousin Mr. Collins, and to point him out to her particular notice. The two first dances, however, brought a return of distress. They were dances of mortification. Mr. Collins, awkward and solemn, apologizing instead of attending, and often moving wrongly without being aware of it, gave her all the shame and misery which a disagreeable partner for a couple of dances can give. The moment of her release from him was ecstasy. She danced next with an officer, and had the refreshment of talking of Wickham, and of hearing that he was universally liked. When those dances were over, she returned to her friend Charlotte Lucas, and was in conversation with her, when she found herself suddenly addressed by Mr. Darcy, who took her so much by surprise in his application for her hand, that without knowing what she did, she accepted him. He walked away again immediately, and she was left to fret over her own want of presence of mind, Charlotte tried to console her. Oh, I dare say you will find him very agreeable. Heaven forbid. That would be the greatest misfortune of all, to find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate. Oh, do not wish me such an evil. When the dancing recommenced, however, and Darcy approached to claim her hand, Charlotte could not help cautioning her in a whisper, not to be a simpleton and allow her fancy for Mr. Wickham to make her appear unpleasant in the eyes of a man of such social importance. Elizabeth made no answer, but took her place in the set, amazed at the dignity which she had been granted by being allowed to stand opposite Mr. Darcy, and reading in her neighbor's looks their equal amazement in beholding it. The pair stood for some time without speaking a word, and she began to imagine that their silence was to last through the two dances, and at first was resolved not to break it, till suddenly, fancying that it would be the greater punishment to her partner to oblige him to talk. She made some slight observation on the dance, he replied, and was again silent. After a pause of some minutes, she addressed him a second time with, 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. He smiled and assured her that whatever she wished him to say should be said. Very well, that reply will do for the present, said Lizzie. Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls are much more pleasant than public ones. But now we may be silent. Do you talk by rule, then, while you are dancing? Sometimes one must speak a little, you know, replied Lizzie, 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 might have the trouble of. Of saying as little as possible. Are you consulting your own feelings in the present case, or do you imagine that you are gratifying mine? Both, replied Elizabeth archly, for I have always seen a great similarity in the turn of our minds. We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room. This is no very striking resemblance of your own character, I am sure, said Mr. Darcy, how near it may be to mine, I cannot pretend to say. You think it a faithful portrait. Undoubtedly I must not decide on my own performance, replied Lizzie. He made no answer, and they were again silent till they had gone down the dance. When he asked her if she and her sisters often walked to Meryton. She answered in the affirmative, and, unable to resist the temptation, added, when you met us there the other day, we had just been forming a new acquaintance. The effect was immediate. A deeper shade of hauteur overspread his features. But he said not a word, and Elizabeth, though blaming herself for her own weakness, could not go on. At length Darcy spoke, and in a constrained manner said, Mr. Wickham is blessed with such happy manners as may ensure his making friends. Whether he may be equally capable of retaining them is less certain. He has been so unlucky as to lose your friendship, replied Elizabeth, with emphasis, and in a manner which he is likely to suffer from all his life. Mr. Darcy made no answer, and seemed desirous of changing the subject. At that moment, Sir William Lucas appeared close to them, meaning to pass through the set to the other side of the room. But on perceiving Mr. Darcy, he stopped with a bow of superior courtesy to compliment him on his dancing and his partner. I have been most highly gratified. Indeed, my dear sir, such very superior dancing is not often seen. It is evident that you belong to the first circles. Allow me to say, however, that your fair partner does not disgrace you, and that I must hope to have this pleasure often repeated, especially when a certain desirable event, my dear Miss Elizabeth, glancing at her sister, and Mr. Bingley, shall take place. What congratulations will then flow in? I appeal to Mr. Darcy, but let me not interrupt you, sir. You will not thank me for detaining you from the bewitching converse of that young lady, whose bright eyes are also upbraiding me. The latter part of this address was scarcely heard by Darcy, but Sir William's allusion to Mr. Bingley seemed to strike him forcibly, and his eyes were directed with a very serious expression towards his friend and Jane, who were dancing together. Recovering himself shortly, he turned to his partner and said, sir William's interruption has made me forget what we were talking of. I do not think we were speaking at all, replied Lizzie. Sir William could not have interrupted any two people in the room who had less to say for themselves. We have tried two or three subjects already without success, and what we are to talk of next I cannot imagine. What think you of. Books? Said he, smiling. Books? Oh, no, I'm sure we never read the same, or not with the same feelings. I am sorry you think so, replied Mr. Darcy, but if that be the case, there can at least be no want of subject. We may compare our different opinions. No, I cannot talk of books in a ballroom. My head is always full of something else. The present always occupies you in such scenes, does it? Said he with a look of doubt. Yes, always, she replied, without knowing what she said, for her thoughts had wandered far from the subject as soon afterwards appeared by her suddenly exclaiming. I remember hearing you once say, Mr. Darcy, that you hardly ever forgave, that your resentment once created was unappeasable. You are very cautious, I suppose, as to its being created. I am, said he with a firm voice. And never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice. I hope not. It is particularly incumbent on those who never change their opinion to be secure of judging properly at first. May I ask to what these questions tend? Oh, merely in the illustration of your character, said Lizzie, endeavouring to shake off her gravity. I am trying to make it out. And what is your success? She shook her head. I do not get on at all. I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly. I can readily believe, answered Mr. Darcy Gravely, that reports may vary greatly with respect to me. And I could wish, Ms. 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. But if I do not take your likeness now, I may never have another opportunity. I would by no means suspend any pleasure of yours, he coldly replied. She said no more, and they went down the other dance and parted in silence on each side, dissatisfied, though not to an equal degree, for in Darcy's breast there was a tolerably powerful feeling towards her, which soon in his eyes pardoned her, and he quickly directed all his anger toward another.
