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Elizabeth. “Implacable

      resentment _is_ a shade in a character. But you have chosen your

      fault well. I really cannot _laugh_ at it. You are safe from me.”

      “There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some

      particular evil—a natural defect, which not even the best

      education can overcome.”

      “And _your_ defect is to hate everybody.”

      “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is willfully to

      misunderstand them.”

      “Do let us have a little music,” cried Miss Bingley, tired of a

      conversation in which she had no share. “Louisa, you will not

      mind my waking Mr. Hurst?”

      Her sister had not the smallest objection, and the pianoforte was

      opened; and Darcy, after a few moments’ recollection, was not

      sorry for it. He began to feel the danger of paying Elizabeth too

      much attention.

      Chapter 13

      “I hope, my dear,” said Mr. Bennet to his wife, as they were at

      breakfast the next morning, “that you have ordered a good dinner

      to-day, because I have reason to expect an addition to our family

      party.”

      “Who do you mean, my dear? I know of nobody that is coming, I am

      sure, unless Charlotte Lucas should happen to call in—and I hope

      _my_ dinners are good enough for her. I do not believe she often

      sees such at home.”

      “The person of whom I speak is a gentleman, and a stranger.”

      Mrs. Bennet’s eyes sparkled. “A gentleman and a stranger! It is

      Mr. Bingley, I am sure! Well, I am sure I shall be extremely glad

      to see Mr. Bingley. But—good Lord! how unlucky! There is not a

      bit of fish to be got to-day. Lydia, my love, ring the bell—I

      must speak to Hill this moment.”

      “It is _not_ Mr. Bingley,” said her husband; “it is a person whom

      I never saw in the whole course of my life.”

      This roused a general astonishment; and he had the pleasure of

      being eagerly questioned by his wife and his five daughters at

      once.

      After amusing himself some time with their curiosity, he thus

      explained:

      “About a month ago I received this letter; and about a fortnight

      ago I answered it, for I thought it a case of some delicacy, and

      requiring early attention. It is from my cousin, Mr. Collins,

      who, when I am dead, may turn you all out of this house as soon

      as he pleases.”

      “Oh! my dear,” cried his wife, “I cannot bear to hear that

      mentioned. Pray do not talk of that odious man. I do think it is

      the hardest thing in the world, that your estate should be

      entailed away from your own children; and I am sure, if I had

      been you, I should have tried long ago to do something or other

      about it.”

      Jane and Elizabeth tried to explain to her the nature of an

      entail. They had often attempted to do it before, but it was a

      subject on which Mrs. Bennet was beyond the reach of reason, and

      she continued to rail bitterly against the cruelty of settling an

      estate away from a family of five daughters, in favour of a man

      whom nobody cared anything about.

      “It certainly is a most iniquitous affair,” said Mr. Bennet, “and

      nothing can clear Mr. Collins from the guilt of inheriting

      Longbourn. But if you will listen to his letter, you may perhaps

      be a little softened by his manner of expressing himself.”

      “No, that I am sure I shall not; and I think it is very

      impertinent of him to write to you at all, and very hypocritical.

      I hate such false friends. Why could he not keep on quarreling

      with you, as his father did before him?”

      “Why, indeed; he does seem to have had some filial scruples on

      that head, as you will hear.”

      “Hunsford, near Westerham, Kent, 15_th October_.

      “Dear Sir,—

      “The disagreement subsisting between yourself and my late

      honoured father always gave me much uneasiness, and since I have

      had the misfortune to lose him, I have frequently wished to heal

      the breach; but for some time I was kept back by my own doubts,

      fearing lest it might seem disrespectful to his memory for me to

      be on good terms with anyone with whom it had always pleased him

      to be at variance.—‘There, Mrs. Bennet.’—My mind, however, is now

      made up on the subject, for having received ordination at Easter,

      I have been so fortunate as to be distinguished by the patronage

      of the Right Honourable Lady Catherine de Bourgh, widow of Sir

      Lewis de Bourgh, whose bounty and beneficence has preferred me to

      the valuable rectory of this parish, where it shall be my earnest

      endeavour to demean myself with grateful respect towards her

      ladyship, and be ever ready to perform those rites and ceremonies

      which are instituted by the Church of England. As a clergyman,

      moreover, I feel it my duty to promote and establish the blessing

      of peace in all families within the reach of my influence; and on

      these grounds I flatter myself that my present overtures are

      highly commendable, and that the circumstance of my being next in

      the entail of Longbourn estate will be kindly overlooked on your

      side, and not lead you to reject the offered olive-branch. I

      cannot be otherwise than concerned at being the means of injuring

      your amiable daughters, and beg leave to apologise for it, as

      well as to assure you of my readiness to make them every possible

      amends—but of this hereafter. If you should have no objection to

      receive me into your house, I propose myself the satisfaction of

      waiting on you and your family, Monday, November 18th, by four