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Today we'll be continuing pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen Chapter 33 more than once did Elizabeth, in a ramble within the park, unexpectedly meet Mr.

Darcy.

She felt all the perverseness of the mischance that should bring him where no one else was brought, and to prevent it ever happening again, took care to inform him at first that it was a favorite haunt of hers.

How it could occur a second time, therefore, was very od.

Yet it did, and even the third.

It seemed like willful ill nature or voluntary penance, for on these occasions it was not merely a few formal inquiries and an awkward pause and then away, but he actually thought it necessary to turn back and walk with her.

He never said a great deal, nor did she give herself the trouble of talking, or of listening much.

But it struck her in the course of their third re encounter that he was asking some odd, unconnected questions about her pleasure in being at Huntsford, her love of solitary walks, and her opinion of Mr.

And Mrs.

Cullens'happiness and that in speaking of rosings and her not perfectly understanding the house, he seemed to expect that whenever she came into Kent again, she would be staying there too.

His words seemed to imply it.

Could he have Colonel Fitzwilliam in his thoughts?

She supposed, if he meant anything, he must mean an allusion to what might arise in that quarter.

It distressed her a little, and she was quite glad to find herself at the gate in the pails opposite the parsonage.

She was engaged one day as she walked in, reprousing Jane's last letter, and dwelling on some passages which proved that Jane had not written in spirits, when, instead of being again surprised by Mr.

Darcy, she saw on looking up that Colonel Fitzwilliam was meeting her.

Putting away the letter immediately, and forcing a smile, she said, I did not know before that you ever walked this way.

I've been making the tour of the park, he replied, as I generally do every year, and intended to close it with a call at the parsonage.

Are you going much farther?

No, I should have turned in a moment, and accordingly she did turn, and they walked towards the parsonage together.

Do you certainly leave Kent on Saturday?

Said she.

Yes, if Darcy does not put it off again.

But I am at his disposal.

He arranges the business just as he pleases, and if not able to please himself in the arrangement, he has at least great pleasure in the power of choice.

I do not know anybody who seems more to enjoy the power of doing what he likes than Mr.

Darcy.

He likes to have his own way.

Very well, replied Colonel Fitzwilliam, but so we all do.

It is only that he has better means of having it than many others, because he is rich and many others are poor.

I speak feelingly.

A younger son, you know, must be inured to self denial.

Independence, in my opinion, the younger son of an earl can know very little of either.

Now, seriously, what have you ever known of self denial?

Independence?

When have you been prevented by want of money from going wherever you chose, or procuring anything you had a fancy for?

These are home questions, and perhaps I cannot say that I have experienced many hardships of that nature, but in matters of greater weight I may suffer from the want of money.

Younger sons cannot marry where they like, unless where they like.

Women of fortune, which I think they very often do.

Our habits of expense make us too dependent, and there are not many in my rank of life who can afford to marry without some attention to money.

Is this thought Elizabeth meant for me?

And she colored at the idea, but, recovering herself, said in a lively tone, and pray, what is the usual price of an earl's younger son, unless the elder is very sickly.

I suppose you would not ask above 50,000 pounds.

He answered her in the same style, and the subject dropped to interrupt a silence which might make him fancy her affected with what had passed.

She soon afterwards said, I imagine your cousin brought you down with him, chiefly for the sake of having somebody at his disposal.

I wonder he does not marry to secure lasting convenience of that kind.

But perhaps his sister does as well for the present, and as she is under his sole care, he may do what he likes with her.

No, said Colonel Fitzwilliam, that is an advantage which he must divide with me.

I am joined with him in the guardianship of Miss Darcy.

Are you indeed?

And pray, what sort of a guardian do you make?

Does your charge give you much trouble?

Young ladies of her age are sometimes a little difficult to manage, and if she is the true Darcy spirit, she may like to have her own way.

As she spoke she observed him looking at her earnestly, and the manner in which he immediately asked her why.

She supposed Miss Darcy likely to give them any uneasiness convinced her that she had somehow or other got pretty near the truth.

She directly replied, you need not be frightened.

I never heard any harm of her, and I dare say she's one of the most tractable creatures in the world.

She's a very great favorite with some ladies of my acquaintance, Mrs.

Hurst and Miss Bingley.

I think I've heard you say that you know them.

I know them a little.

Their brother is a pleasant, gentleman like man.

He's a great friend of Darcy's.

Oh, yes, said Elizabeth dryly.

Mr.

Darcy is uncommonly kind to Mr.

Bingley, and takes a prodigious deal of care of him.

Care of him?

Yes, I really believe Darcy does take care of him in those points where he most wants care from something that he told me in our journey hither.

I have reason to think Bingley very much indebted to him, but I ought to beg his pardon, for I have no right to suppose that Bingley was the person meant.

It was all conjecture.

What is it you mean?

It is a circumstance which Darcy, of course, could not wish to be generally known, because if it were to get round to the lady's family, it would be an unpleasant thing.

He may depend upon my not mentioning it, and remember that I have not much reason for supposing it to be Bingley.

What he told me was merely this, that he congratulated himself on having lately saved a friend from the inconveniences of a most imprudent marriage, but without mentioning names or any other particulars.

And I only suspected it to be Bingley from believing him the kind of young man to get into a scrape of that sort, and from knowing them to have been together the whole of last summer.

Did Mr.

Darcy give you his reasons for this interference?

I understood that there were some very strong objections against the lady.

And what arts did he use to separate them?

He did not talk to me of his own arts, said Fitzwilliam, smiling.

He only told me what I've now told you.

Elizabeth made no answer, and walked on, her heart swelling with indignation.

After watching her a little, Fitzwilliam asked her why she was so thoughtful.

I'm thinking of what you've been telling me, said she.

Your cousin's conduct does not suit my feelings.

Why was he to be the judge?

You're rather disposed to call his interference officious.

I do not see what right Mr.

Darcy had to decide the propriety of his friend's inclination, or why, upon his own judgment alone, he was to determine and direct in what manner that friend was to be happy.

But, she continued recollecting herself, as we know none of the particulars, it is not fair to condemn him.

It is not to be supposed that there was much affection in the case.

That is not an unnatural surmise, said Fitzwilliam, but it is lessening the honor of my cousin's triumph.

Very sadly, this was spoken justingly, but it appeared to her so just a picture of Mr.

Darcy that she would not trust herself with an answer, and therefore abruptly changing the conversation, talked on in different matters, till they reached the parsonage there, shut into her own room as soon as their visitor left them, she could think without interruption of all that she had heard.

It was not to be supposed that any other people could be meant than those with whom she was connected.

There could not exist in the world two men over whom Darcy could have such boundless influence that he had been concerned in the measures taken to separate Mr.

Bingley and Jane.

She had never doubted, but she had always attributed it to Miss Bingley, the principal design and arrangement of them.

If his own vanity, however, did not mislead him, he was the cause.

His pride and caprice were the cause of all that Jane had suffered, and still continued to suffer.

He had ruined for a while every hope of happiness for the most affectionate, generous heart in the world, and no one could say how lasting an evil he might have inflicted.

There were some very strong objections against the lady or Colonel Fitzwilliam's words.

And these strong objections probably were her having one uncle, who was a country attorney, and another who was in business in London.

To jane herself, she exclaimed, there could be no possibility of objection.

All loveliness and goodness as she is, her understanding excellent, her mind improved, and her manners captivating.

Neither could anything be urged against my father, who, though with some peculiarities, has abilities which Mr.

Darcy himself need not disdain, and respectability which he will probably never reach.

When she thought of her mother, indeed, her confidence gave way a little, but she would not allow that any objections there had material weight with Mr.

Darcy, whose pride, she was convinced, would receive a deeper wound from the want of importance in his friend's connections than from their want of sense.

And she was quite decided at last that he had been partly governed by the worst kind of pride, and partly by the wish of retaining Mr.

Bingley for his sister.

The agitation and tears which the subject occasioned brought on a headache, and it grew so much worse towards the evening that, added to her unwillingness to see Mr.

Darcy.

It determined her not to attend her cousins to Rosings, where they were engaged to drink tea.

Mrs.

Collins, seeing that she was really unwell, did not press her to go, and as much as possible prevented her husband from pressing her.

Mr.

Collins could not conceal the apprehension of Lady Catherine's being rather displeased by her staying at home.

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