'My dear Miss Elizabeth，I have the highest opinion in the world of your excellent judgment in all matters within the scope of your understanding，but permit me to say that there must be a wide difference between the established forms of ceremony amongst the laity，and those which regulate the clergy；for give me leave to observe that I consider the clerical office as equal in point of dignity with the highest rank in the kingdom—provided that a proper humility of behaviour is at the same time maintained. You must therefore allow me to follow the dictates of my conscience on this occasion，which leads me to perform what I look on as a point of duty.Pardon me for neglecting to profit by your advice，whichon every other subject shall be my constant guide，though in the case before us I consider myself more fitted by education and habitual study to decide on what is right than a young lady like yourself.'And with a low bow he left her to attack Mr.Darcy，whose reception of his advances she eagerly watched，and whose astonishment at being so addressed was very evident.Her cousin prefaced his speech with a solemn bow，and though she could not hear a word of it，she felt as if hearing it all，and saw in the motion of his lips the words'apology，''Hunsford，'and'Lady Catherine de Bourgh.'—It vexed her to see him expose himself to such a man.Mr.Darcy was eyeing him with unrestrained wonder，and when at last Mr.Collins allowed him time to speak，replied with an air of distant civility.Mr.Collins，however，was not discouraged from speaking again，and Mr.Darcy's contempt seemed abundantly increasing with the length of his second speech，and at the end of it he only made him a slight bow，and moved another way.Mr.Collins then returned to Elizabeth.
'I have no reason，I assure you，'said he，'to be dissatisfied with my reception. Mr.Darcy seemed much pleased with the attention.He answered me with the utmost civility，and even paid me the compliment of saying，that he was so well convinced of Lady Catherine's discernment as to be certain she could never bestow a favour unworthily.It was really a very handsome thought.Upon the whole，I am much pleased with him.'
As Elizabeth had no longer any interest of her own to pursue，she turned her attention almost entirely on her sister and Mr. Bingley，and the train of agreeable reflections which her observations gave birth to，made her perhaps almost as happy as Jane.She saw her in idea settled in that very house in all thefelicity which a marriage of true affection could bestow；and she felt capable under such circumstances，of endeavouring even to like Bingley's two sisters.Her mother's thoughts she plainly saw were bent the same way，and she determined not to venture near her，lest she might hear too much.When they sat down to supper，therefore，she considered it a most unlucky perverseness which placed them within one of each other；and deeply was she vexed to find that her mother was talking to that one person（Lady Lucas）freely，openly，and of nothing else but of her expectation that Jane would be soon married to Mr Bingley.It was an animating subject，and Mrs.Bennet seemed incapable of fatigue while enumerating the advantages of the match.His being such a charming young man，and so rich，and living but three miles from them，were the first points of self-gratulation；and then it was such a comfort to think how fond the two sisters were of Jane，and to be certain that they must desire the connection as much as she could do.It was，moreover，such a promising thing for her younger daughters，as Jane's marrying so greatly must throw them in the way of other rich men；and lastly，it was so pleasant at her time of life to be able to consign her single daughters to the care of their sister，that she might not be obliged to go into company more than she liked.It was necessary to make this circumstance a matter of pleasure，because on such occasions it is the etiquette，but no one was less likely than Mrs.Bennet to find comfort in staying at home at any period of her life.She concluded with many good wishes that Lady Lucas might soon be equally fortunate，though evidently and triumphantly believing there was no chance of it.
In vain did Elizabeth endeavour to check the rapidity of her mother's words，or persuade her to describe her felicity in a lessaudible whisper；for to her inexpressible vexation，she could perceive that the chief of it was overheard by Mr. Darcy，who sat opposite to them.Her mother only scolded her for being nonsensical.
'What is Mr. Darcy to me，pray，that I should be afraid of him？I am sure we owe him no such particular civility as to be obliged to say nothing he may not like to hear.'
'For heaven's sake，madam，speak lower. What advantage can it be to you to offend Mr.Darcy？—You will never recommend yourself to his friend by so doing.'
Nothing that she could say，however，had any influence. Her mother would talk of her views in the same intelligible tone.Elizabeth blushed and blushed again with shame and vexation.She could not help frequently glancing her eye at Mr.Darcy，though every glance convinced her of what she dreaded；for though he was not always looking at her mother，she was convinced that his attention was invariably fixed by her.The expression of his face changed gradually from indignant contempt to a composed and steady gravity.
