Pride and Prejudice

Chapter 31

Colonel Fitzwilliam's manners were very much admired at the

Parsonage, and the ladies all felt that he must add considerably

to the pleasures of their engagements at Rosings. It was some

days, however, before they received any invitation thither--for

while there were visitors in the house, they could not be

necessary; and it was not till Easter-day, almost a week after the

gentlemen's arrival, that they were honoured by such an

attention, and then they were merely asked on leaving church to

come there in the evening. For the last week they had seen very

little of Lady Catherine or her daughter. Colonel Fitzwilliam had

called at the Parsonage more than once during the time, but Mr.

Darcy they had seen only at church.

The invitation was accepted of course, and at a proper hour they

joined the party in Lady Catherine's drawing-room. Her ladyship

received them civilly, but it was plain that their company was by

no means so acceptable as when she could get nobody else; and

she was, in fact, almost engrossed by her nephews, speaking to

them, especially to Darcy, much more than to any other person

in the room.

Colonel Fitzwilliam seemed really glad to see them; anything

was a welcome relief to him at Rosings; and Mrs. Collins's

pretty friend had moreover caught his fancy very much. He now

seated himself by her, and talked so agreeably of Kent and

Hertfordshire, of travelling and staying at home, of new books

and music, that Elizabeth had never been half so well entertained

in that room before; and they conversed with so much spirit and

flow, as to draw the attention of Lady Catherine herself, as well

as of Mr. Darcy. _His_ eyes had been soon and repeatedly turned

towards them with a look of curiosity; and that her ladyship,

after a while, shared the feeling, was more openly acknowledged,

for she did not scruple to call out:

"What is that you are saying, Fitzwilliam? What is it you are

talking of? What are you telling Miss Bennet? Let me hear

what it is."

"We are speaking of music, madam," said he, when no longer

able to avoid a reply.

"Of music! Then pray speak aloud. It is of all subjects my

delight. I must have my share in the conversation if you are

speaking of music. There are few people in England, I suppose,

who have more true enjoyment of music than myself, or a better

natural taste. If I had ever learnt, I should have been a great

proficient. And so would Anne, if her health had allowed her to