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 endured such unkindness,was enough to interest all her tender feelings;and nothing remained therefore to be done,but to think well of them both,to defend the conduct of each,and throw into the account of accident or mistake whatever could not be otherwise explained.
“They have both,”said she,“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 causes or circumstances which may have alienated them,without actual blame on either side.”
“Very true,indeed;and now,my dear Jane,what have you got to say on 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 somebody.”
“Laugh as much as you choose,but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.My dearest Lizzy,do but consider in what a disgraceful light 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.”
“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 be not so, let Mr. Darcy contradict it. Besides, there was truth in his looks.”
“It is difficult indeed—it is distressing.One does not know what to think.”
“I beg your pardon;one knows exactly what to think.”
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 the very persons of whom they had been speaking; Mr. Bingley and his sisters came to give their personal invitation for the long-expected ball at Netherfield, which was fixed for the following Tuesday.The two ladies 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.
