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“I would not be so fastidious as you are,” cried Bingley, “for a
kingdom! Upon my honor, I never met with so many pleasant girls
in my life as I have this evening; and there are several of them you
see uncommonly pretty.” “You are dancing with the only
handsome girl in the room,” said Mr. Darcy, looking at the eldest
“Oh! she is the most beautiful creature I ever beheld! But there is
one of her sisters sitting down just behind you, who is very pretty,
and I dare say very agreeable. Do let me ask my partner to
introduce you.” “Which do you mean?” and turning round he
looked for a moment at Elizabeth, till catching her eye, he
withdrew his own and coldly said, “She is tolerable, but not
handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humor at present to
give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.
You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you
are wasting your time with me.” Mr. Bingley followed his advice.
Mr. Darcy walked off; and Elizabeth remained with no very
cordial feelings towards him. She told the story, however,
with great spirit among her friends; for she had a lively, playful
disposition, which delighted in anything ridiculous.
The evening altogether passed off pleasantly to the whole family.
Mrs. Bennet had seen her eldest daughter much admired by the
Netherfield party. Mr. Bingley had danced with her twice, and she
had been distinguished by his sisters. Jane was as much gratified
by this as her mother could be, though in a quieter way.
Elizabeth felt Jane’s pleasure. Mary had heard herself mentioned to
Miss Bingley as the most accomplished girl in the neighborhood;
and Catherine and Lydia had been fortunate enough to be never
without partners, which was all that they had yet learnt to care for
at a ball. They returned, therefore, in good spirits to Longbourn,
the village where they lived, and of which they were the principal
inhabitants. They found Mr. Bennet still up. With a book he was
regardless of time; and on the present occasion he had a good deal
of curiosity as to the event of an evening which had raised such
splendid expectations. He had rather hoped that all his wife’s
views on the stranger would be disappointed; but he soon found
that he had a very different story to hear.
“Oh, my dear Mr. Bennet,” as she entered the room, “we have had
a most delightful evening, a most excellent ball. I wish you had
been there. Jane was so admired, nothing could be like it.
Everybody said how well she looked; and Mr.
Bingley thought her quite beautiful, and danced with her twice!
Only think of that, my dear; he actually danced with her twice! and