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Автор: Jane Austin
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she declined it, and making her sister the excuse,

      said she would amuse herself for the short time she could stay

      below, with a book. Mr. Hurst looked at her with astonishment.

      “Do you prefer reading to cards?” said he; “that is rather

      singular.”

      “Miss Eliza Bennet,” said Miss Bingley, “despises cards. She is a

      great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else.”

      “I deserve neither such praise nor such censure,” cried

      Elizabeth; “I am _not_ a great reader, and I have pleasure in

      many things.”

      “In nursing your sister I am sure you have pleasure,” said

      Bingley; “and I hope it will be soon increased by seeing her

      quite well.”

      Elizabeth thanked him from her heart, and then walked towards the

      table where a few books were lying. He immediately offered to

      fetch her others—all that his library afforded.

      “And I wish my collection were larger for your benefit and my own

      credit; but I am an idle fellow, and though I have not many, I

      have more than I ever looked into.”

      Elizabeth assured him that she could suit herself perfectly with

      those in the room.

      “I am astonished,” said Miss Bingley, “that my father should have

      left so small a collection of books. What a delightful library

      you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy!”

      “It ought to be good,” he replied, “it has been the work of many

      generations.”

      “And then you have added so much to it yourself, you are always

      buying books.”

      “I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days

      as these.”

      “Neglect! I am sure you neglect nothing that can add to the

      beauties of that noble place. Charles, when you build _your_

      house, I wish it may be half as delightful as Pemberley.”

      “I wish it may.”

      “But I would really advise you to make your purchase in that

      neighbourhood, and take Pemberley for a kind of model. There is

      not a finer county in England than Derbyshire.”

      “With all my heart; I will buy Pemberley itself if Darcy will

      sell it.”

      “I am talking of possibilities, Charles.”

      “Upon my word, Caroline, I should think it more possible to get

      Pemberley by purchase than by imitation.”

      Elizabeth was so much caught with what passed, as to leave her

      very little attention for her book; and soon laying it wholly

      aside, she drew near the card-table, and stationed herself

      between Mr. Bingley and his eldest sister, to observe the game.

      “Is Miss Darcy much grown since the spring?” said Miss Bingley;

      “will she be as tall as I am?”

      “I think she will. She is now about Miss Elizabeth Bennet’s

      height, or rather taller.”

      “How I long to see her again! I never met with anybody who

      delighted me so much. Such a countenance, such manners! And so

      extremely accomplished for her age! Her performance on the

      pianoforte is exquisite.”

      “It is amazing to me,” said Bingley, “how young ladies can have

      patience to be so very accomplished as they all are.”

      “All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you

      mean?”

      “Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint tables, cover screens,

      and net purses. I scarcely know anyone who cannot do all this,

      and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first

      time, without being informed that she was very accomplished.”

      “Your list of the common extent of accomplishments,” said Darcy,

      “has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who

      deserves it no otherwise than by netting a purse or covering a

      screen. But I am very far from agreeing with you in your

      estimation of ladies in general. I cannot boast of knowing more

      than half-a-dozen, in the whole range of my acquaintance, that

      are really accomplished.”

      “Nor I, I am sure,” said Miss Bingley.

      “Then,” observed Elizabeth, “you must comprehend a great deal in

      your idea of an accomplished woman.”

      “Yes, I do comprehend a great deal in it.”

      “Oh! certainly,” cried his faithful assistant, “no one can be

      really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is

      usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of

      music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to

      deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a

      certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of

      her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but

      half-deserved.”

      “All this she must possess,” added Darcy, “and to all this she

      must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of

      her mind by extensive reading.”

      “I am no longer surprised at your knowing _only_ six accomplished

      women. I rather wonder now at your knowing _any_.”

      “Are you so severe upon your own sex as to doubt the possibility

      of all this?”

      “_I_ never saw such a woman. _I_ never saw such capacity, and

      taste, and application, and elegance, as you describe united.”

      Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley both cried out against the injustice

      of her implied doubt, and were both protesting that they knew

      many women who answered this description, when Mr. Hurst called

      them to order, with bitter complaints of their inattention to

      what was going forward. As all conversation was thereby at an

      end, Elizabeth soon afterwards left the room.

      “Elizabeth