Mrs Bennet treasured up the hint,and trusted that she might soon have two daughters married;and the man whom she could not bear to speak of the day before was now high in her good graces.
Lydia's intention of walking to Meryton was not forgotten;every sister except Mary agreed to go with her;and Mr Collins was to attend them,at the request of Mr Bennet,who was most anxious to get rid of him,and have his library to himself;for thither Mr Collins had followed him after breakfast,and there he would continue,nominally engaged with one of the largest folios in the collection,but really talking to Mr Bennet,with little cessation,of his house and garden at Hunsford.Such doings discomposed Mr Bennet exceedingly.In his library he had been always sure of leisure and tranquillity;and though prepared,as he told Elizabeth,to meet with folly and conceit in every other room in the house,he was used to be free from them there;his civility,therefore,was most prompt in inviting Mr Collins to join his daughters in their walk;and Mr Collins,being in fact much better fitted for a walker than a reader,was extremely well pleased to close his large book,and go.
In pompous nothings on his side,and civil assents on that of his cousins,their time passed till they entered Meryton.The attention of the younger ones was then no longer to be gained by him.Their eyes were immediately wandering up in the street in quest of the officers,and nothing less than a very smart bonnet indeed,or a really new muslin in a shop window,could recall them.
But the attention of every lady was soon caught by a young man,whom they had never seen before,of most gentlemanlike appearance,walking with an officer on the other side of the way.The officer was the very Mr Denny,concerning whose return from London Lydia came to inquire,and he bowed as they passed.All were struck with the stranger's air,all wondered who he could be;and Kitty and Lydia,determined if possible to find out,led the way across the street,under pretence of wanting something in an opposite shop,and fortunately had just gained the pavement when the two gentlemen,turning back,had reached the same spot.Mr Denny addressed them directly,and entreated permission to introduce his friend,Mr Wickham,who had returned with him the day before from town,and he was happy to say had accepted a commission in their corps.This was exactly as it should be;for the young man wanted only regimentals to make him completely charming.His appearance was greatly in his favour;he had all the best part of beauty-a fine countenance,a good figure,and very pleasing address.The introduction was followed up on his side by a happy readiness of conversation-a readiness at the same time perfectly correct and unassuming;and the whole party were still standing and talking together very agreeably,when the sound of horses drew their notice,and Darcy and Bingley were seen riding down the street.On distinguishing the ladies of the group,the two gentlemen came directly towards them,and began the usual civilities.Bingley was the principal spokesman,and Miss Bennet the principal object.He was then,he said,on his way to Longbourn on purpose to inquire after her.Mr Darcy corroborated it with a bow,and was beginning to determine not to fix his eyes on Elizabeth,when they were suddenly arrested by the sight of the stranger,and Elizabeth happening to see the countenance of both as they looked at each other,was all astonishment at the effect of the meeting.Both changed colour,one looked white,the other red.Mr Wickham,after a few moments,touched his hat-a salutation which Mr Darcy just deigned to return.What could be the meaning of it?-It was impossible to imagine;it was impossible not to long to know.
In another minute Mr Bingley,but without seeming to have noticed what passed,took leave and rode on with his friend.
Mr Denny and Mr Wickham walked with the young ladies to the door of Mr Philip's house,and then made their bows,in spite of Miss Lydia's pressing entreaties that they would come in,and even in spite of Mrs Philips's throwing up the parlour window and loudly seconding the invitation.
