第 24 章
彬格萊小姐的信來了，疑慮消除了。信上第一句話就說，她們決定在倫敦過冬，結尾是替他哥哥道歉，說他在臨走以前，沒有來得及向哈福郡的朋友們辭行，很覺遺憾。
希望破滅了，徹底破滅了。吉英繼續把信讀下去，只覺得除了寫信人那種裝腔作勢的親切之外，就根本找不出可以自慰的地方。滿篇都是讚美達西小姐的話，絮絮叨叨地談到她的千嬌百媚。珈羅琳又高高興興地說，她們倆之間已經一天比一天來得親熱，而且竟大膽地作出預言，說是她上封信裏面提到的那些願望，一定可以實現。她還得意非凡地寫道，她哥哥已經住到達西先生家裏去，又歡天喜地地提到達西打算添置新傢俱。
吉英立刻把這些事大都告訴了伊莉莎白，伊莉莎白聽了，怒而不言。她真傷心透了，一方面是關懷自己的姐姐，另方面是怨恨那幫人。珈羅琳信上說她哥哥鍾情于達西小姐，伊莉莎白無論如何也不相信。她仍舊象以往一樣，相信彬格萊先生真正喜歡吉英。伊莉莎白一向很看重他，現在才知道他原來是這樣一個容易說話而沒有主意的人，以致被他那批詭計多端的朋友們牽制住了，聽憑他們反復無常地作弄他，拿他的幸福作犧牲品──想到這些，她就不能不氣憤，甚至不免有些看不起他。要是只有他個人的幸福遭到犧牲，那他愛怎麼胡搞都可以，可是這裏面畢竟還牽涉著她姐姐的幸福，她相信他自己也應該明白。簡單說來，這問題當然反復考慮過，到頭來一定是沒有辦法。她想不起什麼別的了。究竟是彬格萊先生真的變了心呢，還是根本不知道？雖然對她說來，她應該辨明其中的是非曲直，然後才能斷定他是好是壞，可是對她姐姐說來，反正都是一樣地傷心難受。
隔了一兩天，吉英才鼓起勇氣，把自己的心事說給伊莉莎白聽。且說那天班納特太太象往常一樣說起尼日斐花園和它的主人，嘮叨了老半天，後來總算走開了，只剩下她們姐妹倆，吉英這才禁不往說道：噢，但願媽媽多控制她自己一些吧！她沒曉得她這樣時時刻刻提起他，叫我多麼痛苦。不過我決不怨誰。這局面不會長久的。他馬上就會給我們忘掉，我們還是會和往常一樣。”
伊莉莎白半信半疑而又極其關切地望著姐姐，一聲不響。你不相信我的話嗎？”吉英微微紅著臉嚷道。”那你真是毫無理由。他在我的記憶裏可能是個最可愛的朋友，但也不過如此而已。我既沒有什麼奢望，也沒有什麼擔心，更沒有什麼要責備他的地方。多謝上帝，我還沒有那種苦惱。因此稍微過一些時候，我一定會就慢慢克服過來的。”
她立刻又用更堅強的聲調說道：”我立刻就可以安慰自己說：這只怪我自己瞎想，好在並沒有損害別人，只損害了我自己。”
伊莉莎白連忙叫起來了：”親愛的吉英，你太善良了。你那樣好心，那樣處處為別人著想，真象天使一般；我不知道應該怎麼同你說才好。我覺得我從前待你還不夠好，愛你還不夠深。”
吉英竭力否認這一切言過其實的誇獎，反而用這些讚美的話來讚揚妹妹的熱情。別那麼說，”伊莉莎白說，”這樣說不公平的，你總以為天下都是好人。我只要說了誰一句壞話，你就難受。我要把你看作一個完美無瑕的人，你就來駁斥。請你放心，我決不會說得過分，你有權利把四海之內的人一視同仁，我也不會干涉你。你用不著擔心。至於我，我真正喜歡的人沒有幾個，我心目中的好人就更少了。世事經歷得愈多，我就愈對世事不滿；我一天比一天相信，人性都是見異思遷，我們不能憑著某人表面上一點點長處或見解，就去相信他。最近我碰到了兩件事：其中一件我不願意說出來，另一件就是夏綠蒂的婚姻問題。這簡直是莫明其妙！任你怎樣看法，都是莫明其妙！”親愛的麗萃，不要這樣胡思亂想吧。那會毀了你的幸福的。你對於各人處境的不同和脾氣的不同，體諒得不夠。你且想一想柯林斯先生的身份地位和夏綠蒂的謹慎穩重吧。你得記住，她也算一個大家閨秀，說起財產方面，倒是一門挺適當的親事。你且顧全大家的面子，只當她對我們那位表兄確實有幾分敬愛和器重吧。”要是看你的面子，我幾乎隨便對什麼事都願意以為真，可是這對於任何人都沒有益處；我現在只覺得夏綠蒂根本不懂得愛情，要是再叫我去相信她是當真愛上了柯林斯，那我又要覺得她簡直毫無見識。親愛的吉英，柯林斯先生是個自高自大、喜愛炫耀、心胸狹窄的蠢漢，這一點你和我懂得一樣清楚，你也會同我一樣地感覺到，只有頭腦不健全的女人才肯嫁給他。雖說這個女人就是夏綠蒂?盧卡斯，你也不必為她辯護。你千萬不能為了某一個人而改變原則，破格遷就，也不要千方百計地說服我，或是說服你自己去相信，自私自利就是謹慎，糊塗膽大就等於幸福有了保障。”講到這兩個人，我以為你的話說得太過火，”吉英說。”但願你日後看到他們倆幸福相處的時候，就會相信我的話不假。這件事可也談夠了，你且談另外一件吧。你不是舉出了兩件事嗎？我不會誤解你，可是，親愛的麗萃，我求求你千萬不要以為錯是錯在那個人身上，千萬不要說你瞧不起他，免得我感到痛苦。我們決不能隨隨便便就以為人家在有意傷害我們。我們決不可能指望一個生龍活虎的青年會始終小心周到。我們往往會因為我們自己的虛榮心，而給弄迷了心竅。女人們往往會把愛情這種東西幻想得太不切合實際。”因此男人們就故意逗她們那麼幻想。”如果這樁事當真是存心安排好了的，那實在是他們不應該；可是世界上是否真如某些人所想像的那樣，到處都是計謀，我可不知道。”我決不是說彬格萊先生的行為是事先有了計謀的，”伊莉莎白說。”可是，即使沒有存心做壞事，或者說，沒有存心叫別人傷心，事實上仍然會做錯事情，引起不幸的後果。凡是粗心大意、看不出別人的好心好意，而且缺乏果斷，都一樣能害人。”你看這樁事也得歸到這類原因嗎？”當然――應該歸於最後一種原因。可是，如果叫我再說下去，說出我對於你所器重的那些人是怎麼看法，那也會叫你不高興的。趁著現在我能夠住嘴的時候，且讓我住嘴吧。”那麼說，你斷定是他的姐妹們操縱了他啦。”我不相信。她們為什麼要操縱他？她們只有希望他幸福；要是他果真愛我，別的女人便無從使他幸福。”你頭一個想法就錯了。她們除了希望他幸福以外，還有許多別的打算；她們會希望他更有錢有勢；她們會希望他跟一個出身高貴、親朋顯赫的闊女人結婚。”毫無問題，她們希望他選中達西小姐，”吉英說：”不過，說到這一點，她們也許是出於一片好心，並不如你所想像的那麼惡劣。她們認識她比認識我早得多，難怪她們更喜歡她。可是不管她們自己願望如何，她們總不至於違背她們兄弟的願望吧。除非有了什麼太看不順眼的地方，哪個做姐妹的會這樣冒味？要是她們相信他愛上了我，她們決不會想要拆散我們；要是他果真愛我，她們要拆散也拆散不成。如果你一定要以為他對我真有感情，那麼，她們這樣做法，便是既不近人情，又荒謬絕倫，我也就更傷心了。不要用這種想法來使我痛苦吧。我決不會因為一念之差而感到羞恥──即使感到羞恥也極其輕微，倒是一想起他或他的姐妹們無情無義，我真不知道要難受多少倍呢。讓我從最好的方面去想吧，從合乎人情事理的方面去想吧。”
伊莉莎白無法反對她這種願望，從此以後，她們就不大提起彬格萊先生的名字。
班納特太太見他一去不回，仍然不斷地納悶，不斷地抱怨，儘管伊莉莎白幾乎沒有哪一天不給她解釋個清楚明白，然而始終無法使她減少些憂煩。女兒盡力說她，盡說一些連她自己也不相信的話給母親聽，說是彬格萊先生對於吉英的鍾情，只不過是出於一時高興，根本算不上什麼，一旦她不在他眼前，也就置諸度外了。雖然班納特太太當時也相信這些話不假，可是事後她又每天舊事重提，最後只有想出了一個聊以自慰的辦法，指望彬格萊先生來年夏天一定會回到這兒來。
班納特先生對這件事可就抱著兩樣的態度。有一天他對伊莉莎白說：”嘿，麗萃，我發覺你的姐姐失戀了。我倒要祝賀她。一個姑娘除了結婚以外，總喜歡不時地嘗點兒失戀的滋味。那可以使她們有點兒東西去想想，又可以在朋友們面前露露頭角。幾時輪到你頭上來呢？你也不願意讓吉英超前太久吧。現在你的機會來啦。麥裏屯的軍官們很多，足夠使這個村子裏的每一個年輕的姑娘失意。讓韋翰做你的對象吧。他是個有趣的傢伙，他會用很體面的辦法把你遺棄。”多謝您，爸爸，差一些的人也能使我滿意了。我們可不能個個都指望上吉英那樣的好運氣。”不錯，”班納特先生說；”不管你交上了哪一種運氣，你那位好心的媽媽反正會盡心竭力來成全你的，你只要想到這一點，就會感到安慰了。”
浪搏恩府上因為近來出了幾件不順利的事，好些人都悶悶不樂，多虧有韋翰先生跟他們來來往往，把這陣悶氣消除了不少。她們常常看到他，對他讚不絕口，又說他坦白爽直。伊莉莎白所聽到的那一套話――說什麼達西先生有多少地方對他不起，他為達西先生吃了多少苦頭――大家都公認了，而且公開加以談論。每個人一想到自己遠在完全不知道這件事情時，早就十分討厭達西先生，便不禁非常得意。
只有班納特小姐以為這件事裏面一定有些蹊蹺，還不曾為哈福郡的人們弄清楚。她是個性子柔和、穩重公正的人，總是要求人家多多體察實情，以為事情往往可能給弄錯，可惜別人全把達西先生看作天下再混賬不過的人。
Chapter 24
MISS Bingley’s letter arrived, and put an end to doubt. The very first sentence conveyed the assurance of their being all settled in London for the winter, and concluded with her brother’s regret at not having had time to pay his respects to his friends in Hertfordshire before he left the country.
Hope was over, entirely over; and when Jane could attend to the rest of the letter, she found little, except the professed affection of the writer, that could give her any comfort. Miss Darcy’s praise occupied the chief of it. Her many attractions were again dwelt on, and Caroline boasted joyfully of their increasing intimacy, and ventured to predict the accomplishment of the wishes which had been unfolded in her former letter. She wrote also with great pleasure of her brother’s being an inmate of Mr. Darcy’s house, and mentioned with raptures some plans of the latter with regard to new furniture. Elizabeth, to whom Jane very soon communicated the chief of all this, heard it in silent indignation. Her heart was divided between concern for her sister, and resentment against all the others. To Caroline’s assertion of her brother’s being partial to Miss Darcy she paid no credit. That he was really fond of Jane, she doubted no more than she had ever done; and much as she had always been disposed to like him, she could not think without anger, hardly without contempt, on that easiness of temper, that want of proper resolution which now made him the slave of his designing friends, and led him to sacrifice his own happiness to the caprice of their inclinations. Had his own happiness, however, been the only sacrifice, he might have been allowed to sport with it in what ever manner he thought best; but her sister’s was involved in it, as, she thought, he must be sensible himself. It was a subject, in short, on which reflection would be long indulged, and must be unavailing. She could think of nothing else, and yet whether Bingley’s regard had really died away, or were suppressed by his friends’ interference; whether he had been aware of Jane’s attachment, or whether it had escaped his observation; whichever were the case, though her opinion of him must be materially affected by the difference, her sister’s situation remained the same, her peace equally wounded.
A day or two passed before Jane had courage to speak of her feelings to Elizabeth; but at last on Mrs. Bennet’s leaving them together, after a longer irritation than usual about Netherfield and its master, she could not help saying,
“Oh! that my dear mother had more command over herself; she can have no idea of the pain she gives me by her continual reflections on him. But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.”
Elizabeth looked at her sister with incredulous solicitude, but said nothing.
“You doubt me,” cried Jane, slightly colouring; “indeed you have no reason. He may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance, but that is all. I have nothing either to hope or fear, and nothing to reproach him with. Thank God! I have not that pain. A little time therefore. — I shall certainly try to get the better.”
With a stronger voice she soon added, “I have this comfort immediately, that it has not been more than an error of fancy on my side, and that it has done no harm to any one but myself.”
“My dear Jane!” exclaimed Elizabeth, “you are too good. Your sweetness and disinterestedness are really angelic; I do not know what to say to you. I feel as if I had never done you justice, or loved you as you deserve.”
Miss Bennet eagerly disclaimed all extraordinary merit, and threw back the praise on her sister’s warm affection.
“Nay,” said Elizabeth, “this is not fair. You wish to think all the world respectable, and are hurt if I speak ill of any body. I only want to think you perfect, and you set yourself against it. Do not be afraid of my running into any excess, of my encroaching on your privilege of universal good will. You need not. There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense. I have met with two instances lately; one I will not mention; the other is Charlotte’s marriage. It is unaccountable! in every view it is unaccountable!”
“My dear Lizzy, do not give way to such feelings as these. They will ruin your happiness. You do not make allowance enough for difference of situation and temper. Consider Mr. Collins’s respectability, and Charlotte’s prudent, steady character. Remember that she is one of a large family; that as to fortune, it is a most eligible match; and be ready to believe, for every body’s sake, that she may feel something like regard and esteem for our cousin.”
“To oblige you, I would try to believe almost any thing, but no one else could be benefited by such a belief as this; for were I persuaded that Charlotte had any regard for him, I should only think worse of her understanding, than I now do of her heart. My dear Jane, Mr. Collins is a conceited, pompous, narrow-minded, silly man; you know he is, as well as I do; and you must feel, as well as I do, that the woman who marries him, cannot have a proper way of thinking. You shall not defend her, though it is Charlotte Lucas. You shall not, for the sake of one individual, change the meaning of principle and integrity, nor endeavour to persuade yourself or me that selfishness is prudence, and insensibility of danger, security for happiness.”
“I must think your language too strong in speaking of both,” replied Jane, “and I hope you will be convinced of it, by seeing them happy together. But enough of this. You alluded to something else. You mentioned two instances. I cannot misunderstand you, but I intreat you, dear Lizzy, not to pain me by thinking that person to blame, and saying your opinion of him is sunk. We must not be so ready to fancy ourselves intentionally injured. We must not expect a lively young man to be always so guarded and circumspect. It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does.”
“And men take care that they should.”
“If it is designedly done, they cannot be justified; but I have no idea of there being so much design in the world as some persons imagine.”
“I am far from attributing any part of Mr. Bingley’s conduct to design,” said Elizabeth; “but without scheming to do wrong, or to make others unhappy, there may be error, and there may be misery. Thoughtlessness, want of attention to other people’s feelings, and want of resolution, will do the business,”
“And do you impute it to either of those?”
“Yes; to the last. But if I go on, I shall displease you by saying what I think of persons you esteem. Stop me whilst you can.”
“You persist, then, in supposing his sisters influence him.”
“Yes, in conjunction with his friend.”
“I cannot believe it. Why should they try to influence him? They can only wish his happiness, and if he is attached to me, no other woman can secure it.”
“Your first position is false. They may wish many things besides his happiness; they may wish his increase of wealth and consequence; they may wish him to marry a girl who has all the importance of money, great connections, and pride.”
“Beyond a doubt, they do wish him to chuse Miss Darcy,” replied Jane; “but this may be from better feelings than you are supposing. They have known her much longer than they have known me; no wonder if they love her better. But, whatever may be their own wishes, it is very unlikely they should have opposed their brother’s. What sister would think herself at liberty to do it, unless there were something very objectionable? If they believed him attached to me, they would not try to part us; if he were so, they could not succeed. By supposing such an affection, you make every body acting unnaturally and wrong, and me most unhappy. Do not distress me by the idea. I am not ashamed of having been mistaken — or, at least, it is slight, it is nothing in comparison of what I should feel in thinking ill of him or his sisters. Let me take it in the best light, in the light in which it may be understood.”
Elizabeth could not oppose such a wish; and from this time Mr. Bingley’s name was scarcely ever mentioned between them.
Mrs. Bennet still continued to wonder and repine at his returning no more, and though a day seldom passed in which Elizabeth did not account for it clearly, there seemed little chance of her ever considering it with less perplexity. Her daughter endeavoured to convince her of what she did not believe herself, that his attentions to Jane had been merely the effect of a common and transient liking, which ceased when he saw her no more; but though the probability of the statement was admitted at the time, she had the same story to repeat every day. Mrs. Bennet’s best comfort was that Mr. Bingley must be down again in the summer.
Mr. Bennet treated the matter differently. “So, Lizzy,” said he one day, “your sister is crossed in love I find. I congratulate her. Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions. When is your turn to come? You will hardly bear to be long outdone by Jane. Now is your time. Here are officers enough at Meryton to disappoint all the young ladies in the country. Let Wickham be your man. He is a pleasant fellow, and would jilt you creditably.”
“Thank you, Sir, but a less agreeable man would satisfy me. We must not all expect Jane’s good fortune.”
“True,” said Mr. Bennet, “but it is a comfort to think that, whatever of that kind may befall you, you have an affectionate mother who will always make the most of it.”
Mr. Wickham’s society was of material service in dispelling the gloom, which the late perverse occurrences had thrown on many of the Longbourn family. They saw him often, and to his other recommendations was now added that of general unreserve. The whole of what Elizabeth had already heard, his claims on Mr. Darcy, and all that he had suffered from him, was now openly acknowledged and publicly canvassed; and every body was pleased to think how much they had always disliked Mr. Darcy before they had known any thing of the matter.
Miss Bennet was the only creature who could suppose there might be any extenuating circumstances in the case, unknown to the society of Hertfordshire; her mild and steady candour always pleaded for allowances, and urged the possibility of mistakes — but by everybody else Mr. Darcy was condemned as the worst of men.
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