Chapter 10

Elizabeth had the satisfaction of receiving an
answer to her letter as soon as she possibly could. She was no
sooner in possession of it, than hurrying into the little copse,
where she was least likely to be interrupted, she sat down on one
of the benches, and prepared to be happy; for the length of the
letter convinced her that it did not contain a denial.
“GRACECHURCH STREET, SEPT. 6.
“MY DEAR NIECE,
I have just received your letter, and shall devote
this whole morning to answering it, as I foresee that a
little writing will not comprise what I have to tell you. I
must confess myself surprised by your application; I did not expect
it from you. Don’t think me angry, however, for I only mean
to let you know, that I had not imagined such enquiries to be
necessary on your side. If you do not choose to understand
me, forgive my impertinence. Your uncle is as much surprised as I
am; and nothing but the belief of your being a party concerned
would have allowed him to act as he has done. But if you are really
innocent and ignorant, I must be more explicit. On the very day of
my coming home from Longbourn, your uncle had a most unexpected
visitor. Mr. Darcy called, and was shut up with him several hours.
It was all over before I arrived; so my curiosity was not so
dreadfully racked as yours seems to have been. He came to
tell Mr. Gardiner that he had found out where your sister and Mr.
Wickham were, and that he had seen and talked with them
both—Wickham repeatedly, Lydia once. From what I can collect, he
left Derbyshire only one day after ourselves, and came to town with
the resolution of hunting for them. The motive professed was his
conviction of its being owing to himself that Wickham’s
worthlessness had not been so well known, as to make it impossible
for any young woman of character to love or confide in him. He
generously imputed the whole to his mistaken pride, and confessed,
that he had before thought it beneath him to lay his private
actions open to the world. His character was to speak for itself.
He called it, therefore, his duty to step forward, and endeavour to
remedy an evil which had been brought on by himself. If he had
another motive, I am sure it would never disgrace him. He had
been some days in town before he was able to discover them; but he
had something to direct his search, which was more than we
had; and the consciousness of this was another reason for his
resolving to follow us. There is a lady, it seems, a Mrs. Younge,
who was some time ago governess to Miss Darcy, and was dismissed
from her charge on some cause of disapprobation, though he did not
say what. She then took a large house in Edward Street,bl and
has since maintained herself by letting lodgings. This Mrs. Younge
was, he knew, intimately acquainted with Wickham; and he went to
her for intelligence of him, as soon as he got to town. But it was
two or three days before he could get from her what he wanted. She
would not betray her trust, I suppose, without bribery and
corruption, for she really did know where her friend was to be
found. Wickham, indeed, had gone to her on their first arrival in
London, and had she been able to receive them into her house, they
would have taken up their abode with her. At length, however, our
kind friend procured the wished-for direction. They were
in——Street. He saw Wickham, and afterwards insisted on seeing
Lydia. His first object with her, he acknowledged, had been to
persuade her to quit her present disgraceful situation, and return
to her friends as soon as they could be prevailed on to receive
her, offering his assistance as far as it would go. But he found
Lydia absolutely resolved on remaining where she was. She cared for
none of her friends; she wanted no help of his; she would not hear
of leaving Wickham. She was sure they should be married some time
or other, and it did not much signify when. Since such were her
feelings, it only remained, he thought, to secure and expedite a
marriage, which, in his very first conversation with Wickham, he
easily learnt had never been his design. He confessed
himself obliged to leave the regiment on account of some debts of
honour which were very pressing; and scrupled not to lay all the
ill consequences of Lydia’s flight on her own folly alone. He meant
to resign his commission immediately; and as to his future
situation, he could conjecture very little about it. He must go
somewhere, but he did not know where, and he knew he should have
nothing to live on. Mr. Darcy asked why he did not marry your
sister at once? Though Mr. Bennet was not imagined to be very rich,
he would have been able to do something for him, and his situation
must have been benefited by marriage. But he found, in reply to
this question, that Wickham still cherished the hope of more
effectually making his fortune by marriage, in some other country.
Under such circumstances, however, he was not likely to be proof
against the temptation of immediate relief. They met several times,
for there was much to be discussed. Wickham, of course, wanted more
than he could get; but at length was reduced to be reasonable.
Every thing being settled between them, Mr. Darcy’s next
step was to make your uncle acquainted with it, and he first called
in Gracechurch Street the evening before I came home. But Mr.
Gardiner could not be seen; and Mr. Darcy found, on further
enquiry, that your father was still with him, but would quit town
the next morning. He did not judge your father to be a person whom
he could so properly consult as your uncle, and therefore readily
postponed seeing him till after the departure of the former. He did
not leave his name, and till the next day it was only known that a
gentleman had called on business. On Saturday he came again. Your
father was gone, your uncle at home, and, as I said before, they
had a great deal of talk together. They met again on Sunday, and
then I saw him too. It was not all settled before Monday: as
soon as it was, the express was sent off to Longbourn. But our
visitor was very obstinate. I fancy, Lizzy, that obstinacy is the
real defect of his character after all. He has been accused of many
faults at different times; but this is the true one. Nothing
was to be done that he did not do himself; though I am sure (and I
do not speak it to be thanked, therefore say nothing about it) your
uncle would most readily have settled the whole. They battled it
together for a long time, which was more than either the gentleman
or lady concerned in it deserved. But at last your uncle was forced
to yield, and instead of being allowed to be of use to his niece,
was forced to put up with only having the probable credit of it,
which went sorely against the grain; and I really believe your
letter this morning gave him great pleasure, because it required an
explanation that would rob him of his borrowed feathers, and give
the praise where it was due. But, Lizzy, this must go no further
than yourself, or Jane at most. You know pretty well, I suppose,
what has been done for the young people. His debts are to be paid,
amounting, I believe, to considerably more than a thousand pounds,
another thousand in addition to her own settled upon her,
and his commission purchased. The reason why all this was to be
done by him alone, was such as I have given above. It was owing to
him, to his reserve and want of proper consideration, that
Wickham’s character had been so misunderstood, and consequently
that he had been received and noticed as he was. Perhaps there was
some truth in this; though I doubt whether his
reserve, or any body’s reserve, can be answerable for the
event. But in spite of all this fine talking, my dear Lizzy, you
may rest perfectly assured that your uncle would never have
yielded, if we had not given him credit for another interest
in the affair. When all this was resolved on, he returned again to
his friends, who were still staying at Pemberley; but it was agreed
that he should be in London once more when the wedding took place,
and all money matters were then to receive the last finish. I
believe I have now told you every thing. It is a relation which you
tell me is to give you great surprise; I hope at least it will not
afford you any displeasure. Lydia came to us, and Wickham had
constant admission to the house. He was exactly what he had
been when I knew him in Hertfordshire; but I would not tell you how
little I was satisfied with her behaviour while she staid
with us, if I had not perceived, by Jane’s letter last Wednesday,
that her conduct on coming home was exactly of a piece with it, and
therefore what I now tell you can give you no fresh pain. I talked
to her repeatedly in the most serious manner, representing to her
the wickedness of what she had done, and all the unhappiness she
had brought on her family. If she heard me, it was by good luck,
for I am sure she did not listen. I was sometimes quite provoked;
but then I recollected my dear Elizabeth and Jane, and for their
sakes had patience with her. Mr. Darcy was punctual in his return,
and, as Lydia informed you, attended the wedding. He dined with us
the next day, and was to leave town again on Wednesday or Thursday.
Will you be very angry with me, my dear Lizzy, if I take this
opportunity of saying (what I was never bold enough to say before)
how much I like him? His behaviour to us has, in every respect,
been as pleasing as when we were in Derbyshire. His understanding
and opinions all please me; he wants nothing but a little more
liveliness, and that, if he marry prudently, his wife
may teach him. I thought him very sly; he hardly ever mentioned
your name. But slyness seems the fashion. Pray forgive me, if I
have been very presuming, or at least do not punish me so far as to
exclude me from P. I shall never be quite happy till I have been
all round the park. A low phaeton with a nice little pair of ponies
would be the very thing. But I must write no more. The children
have been wanting me this half hour.
“YOURS, VERY SINCERELY,
“M. GARDINER.”
“M. GARDINER.”
The contents of this letter threw Elizabeth into a
flutter of spirits, in which it was difficult to determine whether
pleasure or pain bore the greatest share. The vague and unsettled
suspicions which uncertainty had produced of what Mr. Darcy might
have been doing to forward her sister’s match which she had feared
to encourage, as an exertion of goodness too great to be probable,
and at the same time dreaded to be just, from the pain of
obligation, were proved beyond their greatest extent to be true! He
had followed them purposely to town, he had taken on himself all
the trouble and mortification attendant on such a research; in
which supplication had been necessary to a woman whom he must
abominate and despise, and where he was reduced to meet, frequently
meet, reason with, persuade, and finally bribe the man whom he
always most wished to avoid, and whose very name it was punishment
to him to pronounce. He had done all this for a girl whom he could
neither regard nor esteem. Her heart did whisper that he had done
it for her. But it was a hope shortly checked by other
considerations; and she soon felt that even her vanity was
insufficient, when required to depend on his affection for her, for
a woman who had already refused him, as able to overcome a
sentiment so natural as abhorrence against relationship with
Wickham. Brother-in-law of Wickham! Every kind of pride must revolt
from the connection. He had, to be sure, done much. She was ashamed
to think how much. But he had given a reason for his interference,
which asked no extraordinary stretch of belief. It was reasonable
that he should feel he had been wrong; he had liberality, and he
had the means of exercising it; and though she would not place
herself as his principal inducement, she could perhaps believe,
that remaining partiality for her might assist his endeavours in a
cause where her peace of mind must be materially concerned. It was
painful, exceedingly painful, to know that they were under
obligations to a person who could never receive a return. They owed
the restoration of Lydia, her character, every thing to him. Oh how
heartily did she grieve over every ungracious sensation she had
ever encouraged, every saucy speech she had ever directed towards
him. For herself she was humbled; but she was proud of him,—proud
that in a cause of compassion and honour he had been able to get
the better of himself. She read over her aunt’s commendation of him
again and again. It was hardly enough; but it pleased her. She was
even sensible of some pleasure, though mixed with regret, on
finding how steadfastly both she and her uncle had been persuaded
that affection and confidence subsisted between Mr. Darcy and
herself.
She was roused from her seat and her reflections,
by some one’s approach; and, before she could strike into another
path, she was overtaken by Wickham.
“I am afraid I interrupt your solitary ramble, my
dear sister?” said he, as he joined her.
“You certainly do,” she replied with a smile; “but
it does not follow that the interruption must be unwelcome.”
“I should be sorry, indeed, if it were. We
were always good friends, and now we are better.”
“True. Are the others coming out?”
“I do not know. Mrs. Bennet and Lydia are going in
the carriage to Meryton. And so, my dear sister, I find, from our
uncle and aunt, that you have actually seen Pemberley.”
She replied in the affirmative.
“I almost envy you the pleasure, and yet I believe
it would be too much for me, or else I could take it in my way to
Newcastle. And you saw the old housekeeper, I suppose? Poor
Reynolds, she was always very fond of me. But of course she did not
mention my name to you.”
“Yes, she did.”
“And what did she say?”
“That you were gone into the army, and she was
afraid had—not turned out well. At such a distance as that,
you know, things are strangely misrepresented.”
“Certainly,” he replied, biting his lips. Elizabeth
hoped she had silenced him; but he soon afterwards said,—
“I was surprised to see Darcy in town last month.
We passed each other several times. I wonder what he can be doing
there.”
“Perhaps preparing for his marriage with Miss De
Bourgh,” said Elizabeth. “It must be something particular to take
him there at this time of year.”
“Undoubtedly. Did you see him while you were at
Lambton? I thought I understood from the Gardiners that you
had.”
“Yes; he introduced us to his sister.”
“And do you like her?”
“Very much.”
“I have heard, indeed, that she is uncommonly
improved within this year or two. When I last saw her, she was not
very promising. I am very glad you liked her. I hope she will turn
out well.”
“I dare say she will; she has got over the most
trying age.”
“Did you go by the village of Kympton?”
“I do not recollect that we did.”
“I mention it because it is the living which I
ought to have had. A most delightful place! Excellent parsonage
house! It would have suited me in every respect.”
“How should you have liked making sermons?”
“Exceedingly well. I should have considered it as
part of my duty, and the exertion would soon have been nothing. One
ought not to repine; but, to be sure, it would have been such a
thing for me! The quiet, the retirement of such a life, would have
answered all my ideas of happiness! But it was not to be. Did you
ever hear Darcy mention the circumstance when you were in
Kent?”
“I have heard from authority, which I
thought as good, that it was left you conditionally only,
and at the will of the present patron.”
“You have! Yes, there was something in that;
I told you so from the first, you may remember.”
“I did hear, too, that there was a time when
sermon-making was not so palatable to you as it seems to be at
present; that you actually declared your resolution of never taking
orders, and that the business had been compromised
accordingly.”
“You did! and it was not wholly without foundation.
You may remember what I told you on that point, when first we
talked of it.”
They were now almost at the door of the house, for
she had walked fast to get rid of him; and unwilling, for her
sister’s sake, to provoke him, she only said in reply, with a
goodhumoured smile,—
“Come, Mr. Wickham, we are brother and sister, you
know. Do not let us quarrel about the past. In future, I hope we
shall be always of one mind.”
She held out her hand: he kissed it with
affectionate gallantry, though he hardly knew how to look, and they
entered the house.