Here’s
another Jane Austen quiz, for those who’ve enjoyed my earlier ones:
What
is the single, common, hidden thread pertaining to Mr. Darcy that ties each and
every one of the following passages in P&P together in an amazing way?:
Ch. 10:
"You have only proved by this," cried Elizabeth, "that Mr.
Bingley did not do justice to his own disposition. You have shown him off now
much more than he did himself."
"I
am exceedingly gratified," said Bingley, "by your converting what my
friend says into a compliment on the sweetness of my temper. But I am afraid
you are giving it a turn which that gentleman did by no means intend; for he
would certainly think better of me, if under such a circumstance I were to give
a flat denial, and ride off as fast as I could."
Ch. 11: "I am perfectly convinced by
it that Mr. Darcy has no defect. He owns it himself without disguise."
Ch. 18:
"…I have always seen a great similarity in the turn of our minds. We are
each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect
to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to
posterity with all the eclat of a proverb."
"This is no very striking
resemblance of your own character, I am sure," said he. "How near it
may be to mine, I cannot pretend to say. You think it a faithful
portrait undoubtedly."
…"I
can readily believe," answered he gravely, "that reports may vary
greatly with respect to me; and I could wish, Miss Bennet, that you were not to
sketch my character at the present moment, as there is reason to fear that the
performance would reflect no credit on either."
"But if I do not take your
likeness now, I may never have another opportunity."
"I would by no means suspend
any pleasure of yours," he coldly replied.
Ch. 24:
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 a little in love now and then. It is
something to think of, and it 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…”
Ch.
28: To work in this garden was one of his most respectable pleasures; and
Elizabeth admired the command of countenance with which Charlotte talked of the
healthfulness of the exercise, and owned she encouraged it as much as possible.
Here, leading the way through every walk and cross walk, and scarcely allowing
them an interval to utter the praises he asked for, every view was pointed out
with a minuteness which left beauty entirely behind.
Ch. 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.
Ch. 35:
"You may possibly wonder why all this was not told you last night; but I
was not then master enough of myself to know what could or ought to be revealed.
For the truth of everything here related, I can appeal more particularly to the
testimony of Colonel Fitzwilliam, who, from our near relationship and constant
intimacy, and, still more as one of the executors of my father’s will, has been
unavoidably acquainted with every particular of these transactions...I will
only add, God bless you. Fitzwilliam Darcy”
Ch.
36: At first, the letter so upsets her that she thrusts it aside, resolving
never to read it again. But in half a minute the letter was unfolded again, and
collecting herself as well as she could, she again began the mortifying perusal
of all that related to Wickham, and commanded herself so far as to examine the
meaning of every sentence.…She grew absolutely ashamed of herself. Of neither
Darcy nor Wickham could she think without feeling she had been blind, partial,
prejudiced, absurd.
"How despicably I have
acted!" she cried; "I, who have prided myself on my discernment! I,
who have valued myself on my abilities! who have often disdained the generous
candour of my sister, and gratified my vanity in useless or blameable mistrust!
How humiliating is this discovery! Yet, how just a humiliation! Had I been in
love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind! But vanity, not love, has
been my folly. Pleased with the preference of one, and offended by the neglect
of the other, on the very beginning of our acquaintance, I have courted
prepossession and ignorance, and driven reason away, where either were
concerned. Till this moment I never knew myself."
Ch. 43:
Her aunt now called her to look at a picture. She approached and saw the
likeness of Mr. Wickham, suspended, amongst several other miniatures, over the
mantelpiece….
…"If
your master would marry, you might see more of him."
"Yes, sir; but I do not know when that will be. I do not know who is good enough for him."
Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner smiled. Elizabeth could not help saying, "It is very much to his credit, I am sure, that you should think so."
"I say no more than the truth, and everybody will say that knows him," replied the other. Elizabeth thought this was going pretty far; and she listened with increasing astonishment as the housekeeper added, "I have never known a cross word from him in my life, and I have known him ever since he was four years old."
This was praise, of all others most extraordinary, most opposite to her ideas. That he was not a good-tempered man had been her firmest opinion. Her keenest attention was awakened; she longed to hear more, and was grateful to her uncle for saying:
"There are very few people of whom so much can be said. You are lucky in having such a master."
"Yes, sir, I know I am. If I were to go through the world, I could not meet with a better. But I have always observed, that they who are good-natured when children, are good-natured when they grow up; and he was always the sweetest-tempered, most generous-hearted boy in the world."
Elizabeth almost stared at her. "Can this be Mr. Darcy?" thought she.
"His father was an excellent man," said Mrs. Gardiner.
"Yes, ma'am, that he was indeed; and his son will be just like him—just as affable to the poor."
Elizabeth listened, wondered, doubted, and was impatient for more. Mrs. Reynolds could interest her on no other point. She related the subjects of the pictures, the dimensions of the rooms, and the price of the furniture, in vain. Mr. Gardiner, highly amused by the kind of family prejudice to which he attributed her excessive commendation of her master, soon led again to the subject; and she dwelt with energy on his many merits as they proceeded together up the great staircase.
"He is the best landlord, and the best master," said she, "that ever lived...”
"Yes, sir; but I do not know when that will be. I do not know who is good enough for him."
Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner smiled. Elizabeth could not help saying, "It is very much to his credit, I am sure, that you should think so."
"I say no more than the truth, and everybody will say that knows him," replied the other. Elizabeth thought this was going pretty far; and she listened with increasing astonishment as the housekeeper added, "I have never known a cross word from him in my life, and I have known him ever since he was four years old."
This was praise, of all others most extraordinary, most opposite to her ideas. That he was not a good-tempered man had been her firmest opinion. Her keenest attention was awakened; she longed to hear more, and was grateful to her uncle for saying:
"There are very few people of whom so much can be said. You are lucky in having such a master."
"Yes, sir, I know I am. If I were to go through the world, I could not meet with a better. But I have always observed, that they who are good-natured when children, are good-natured when they grow up; and he was always the sweetest-tempered, most generous-hearted boy in the world."
Elizabeth almost stared at her. "Can this be Mr. Darcy?" thought she.
"His father was an excellent man," said Mrs. Gardiner.
"Yes, ma'am, that he was indeed; and his son will be just like him—just as affable to the poor."
Elizabeth listened, wondered, doubted, and was impatient for more. Mrs. Reynolds could interest her on no other point. She related the subjects of the pictures, the dimensions of the rooms, and the price of the furniture, in vain. Mr. Gardiner, highly amused by the kind of family prejudice to which he attributed her excessive commendation of her master, soon led again to the subject; and she dwelt with energy on his many merits as they proceeded together up the great staircase.
"He is the best landlord, and the best master," said she, "that ever lived...”
…"In
what an amiable light does this place him!" thought Elizabeth.
"This fine account of him," whispered her aunt as they walked, "is not quite consistent with his behaviour to our poor friend."
"Perhaps we might be deceived."
"That is not very likely; our authority was too good."
…Mrs. Reynolds anticipated Miss Darcy's delight, when she should enter the room. "And this is always the way with him," she added. "Whatever can give his sister any pleasure is sure to be done in a moment. There is nothing he would not do for her."
…There was certainly at this moment, in Elizabeth's mind, a more gentle sensation towards the original than she had ever felt at the height of their acquaintance. The commendation bestowed on him by Mrs. Reynolds was of no trifling nature. What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant? As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how many people's happiness were in his guardianship!—how much of pleasure or pain was it in his power to bestow!—how much of good or evil must be done by him! Every idea that had been brought forward by the housekeeper was favourable to his character, and as she stood before the canvas on which he was represented, and fixed his eyes upon herself, she thought of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than it had ever raised before; she remembered its warmth, and softened its impropriety of expression.
"This fine account of him," whispered her aunt as they walked, "is not quite consistent with his behaviour to our poor friend."
"Perhaps we might be deceived."
"That is not very likely; our authority was too good."
…Mrs. Reynolds anticipated Miss Darcy's delight, when she should enter the room. "And this is always the way with him," she added. "Whatever can give his sister any pleasure is sure to be done in a moment. There is nothing he would not do for her."
…There was certainly at this moment, in Elizabeth's mind, a more gentle sensation towards the original than she had ever felt at the height of their acquaintance. The commendation bestowed on him by Mrs. Reynolds was of no trifling nature. What praise is more valuable than the praise of an intelligent servant? As a brother, a landlord, a master, she considered how many people's happiness were in his guardianship!—how much of pleasure or pain was it in his power to bestow!—how much of good or evil must be done by him! Every idea that had been brought forward by the housekeeper was favourable to his character, and as she stood before the canvas on which he was represented, and fixed his eyes upon herself, she thought of his regard with a deeper sentiment of gratitude than it had ever raised before; she remembered its warmth, and softened its impropriety of expression.
…….
When all of the house that was open to general inspection had been seen, they
returned downstairs, and, taking leave of the housekeeper, were consigned over
to the gardener, who met them at the hall-door.
As they walked across the hall
towards the river, Elizabeth turned back to look again; her uncle and aunt
stopped also, and while the former was conjecturing as to the date of the
building, the owner of it suddenly came forward from the road, which led behind
it to the stables.
They were within twenty yards of
each other, and so abrupt was his appearance, that it was impossible to avoid
his sight. Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of both were overspread
with the deepest blush. He absolutely started, and for a moment seemed
immovable from surprise; but shortly recovering himself, advanced towards the
party, and spoke to Elizabeth, if not in terms of perfect composure, at least
of perfect civility.
She had instinctively turned away;
but stopping on his approach, received his compliments with an embarrassment
impossible to be overcome. Had his first appearance, or his resemblance to the
picture they had just been examining, been insufficient to assure the other two
that they now saw Mr. Darcy, the gardener's expression of surprise, on
beholding his master, must immediately have told it. They stood a little aloof
while he was talking to their niece, who, astonished and confused, scarcely
dared lift her eyes to his face, and knew not what answer she returned to his
civil inquiries after her family. Amazed at the alteration of his manner since
they last parted, every sentence that he uttered was increasing her
embarrassment…At length every idea seemed to fail him; and, after standing a
few moments without saying a word, he suddenly recollected himself, and took
leave.
The others then joined her, and
expressed admiration of his figure; but Elizabeth heard not a word, and wholly
engrossed by her own feelings, followed them in silence. She was overpowered by
shame and vexation...She
longed to inquire of the housekeeper whether her master was really absent, but
had not the courage for it. At length however, the question was asked by her
uncle; and she turned away with alarm, while Mrs. Reynolds replied that he was,
adding, "But we expect him tomorrow, with a large party of friends."
How rejoiced was Elizabeth that their own journey had not by any circumstance
been delayed a day!
…They
entered the woods, and bidding adieu to the river for a while, ascended some of
the higher grounds…They crossed it by a simple bridge, in character with the
general air of the scene; it was a spot less adorned than any they had yet
visited… With a triumphant smile they were told that it was ten miles round. It
settled the matter; and they pursued the accumstomed circuit; which brought
them again, after some time, in a descent among hanging woods, to the edge of
the water, and one of its narrowest parts.
…their
progress was slow, for Mr. Gardiner, though seldom able to indulge the taste,
was very fond of fishing…Whilst wandering on in this slow manner, they were again
surprised, and Elizabeth's astonishment was quite equal to what it had been at
first, by the sight of Mr. Darcy approaching them, and at no great distance.
The walk here being here less sheltered than on the other side, allowed them to
see him before they met.
Ch. 45: "How very ill Miss Eliza Bennet looks this morning, Mr. Darcy," she cried; "I never in my life saw anyone so much altered as she is since the winter. She is grown so brown and coarse! Louisa and I were agreeing that we should not have known her again."
Ch. 45: "How very ill Miss Eliza Bennet looks this morning, Mr. Darcy," she cried; "I never in my life saw anyone so much altered as she is since the winter. She is grown so brown and coarse! Louisa and I were agreeing that we should not have known her again."
However
little Mr. Darcy might have liked such an address, he contented himself with
coolly replying that he perceived no other alteration than her being rather
tanned, no miraculous consequence of travelling in the summer.
Ch.
46: 46: She burst into tears as she alluded to it, and for a few minutes could
not speak another word. Darcy, in wretched suspense, could only say something
indistinctly of his concern, and observe her in compassionate silence.
Ch. 49
"I will go to Meryton," said she, "as soon as I am dressed, and
tell the good, good news to my sister Philips…..Oh! Here comes Hill! My dear
Hill, have you heard the good news?”
Ch. 59:
Darcy professed a great curiosity to see the view from the mount, and Elizabeth
silently consented.
Ch .60: From an unwillingness to confess how much her intimacy with Mr. Darcy had been over-rated, Elizabeth had never yet answered Mrs. Gardiner's long letter; but now, having /that/ to communicate which she knew would be most welcome, she was almost ashamed to find that her uncle and aunt had already lost three days of happiness, and immediately wrote as follows:
"I would have thanked you before, my dear aunt, as I ought to have done, for your long, kind, satisfactory, detail of particulars; but to say the truth, I was too cross to write. You supposed more than really existed. But /now/ suppose as much as you choose; give a loose rein to your fancy, indulge your imagination in every possible flight which the subject will afford, and unless you believe me actually married, you cannot greatly err. You must write again very soon, and praise him a great deal more than you did in your last. I thank you, again and again, for not going to the Lakes. How could I be so silly as to wish it! Your idea of the ponies is delightful. We will go round the Park every day. I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world that he can spare from me. You are all to come to Pemberley at Christmas. Yours, etc."
Ch .60: From an unwillingness to confess how much her intimacy with Mr. Darcy had been over-rated, Elizabeth had never yet answered Mrs. Gardiner's long letter; but now, having /that/ to communicate which she knew would be most welcome, she was almost ashamed to find that her uncle and aunt had already lost three days of happiness, and immediately wrote as follows:
"I would have thanked you before, my dear aunt, as I ought to have done, for your long, kind, satisfactory, detail of particulars; but to say the truth, I was too cross to write. You supposed more than really existed. But /now/ suppose as much as you choose; give a loose rein to your fancy, indulge your imagination in every possible flight which the subject will afford, and unless you believe me actually married, you cannot greatly err. You must write again very soon, and praise him a great deal more than you did in your last. I thank you, again and again, for not going to the Lakes. How could I be so silly as to wish it! Your idea of the ponies is delightful. We will go round the Park every day. I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice. I am happier even than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world that he can spare from me. You are all to come to Pemberley at Christmas. Yours, etc."
Ch.
61: With the Gardiners, they were always on the most intimate terms. Darcy, as
well as Elizabeth, really loved them; and they were both ever sensible of the
warmest gratitude towards the persons who, by bringing her into Derbyshire, had
been the means of uniting them.
Hint
#1: It may just be the most audacious, provocative, subversive, and disturbing
literary allusion in all of Jane Austen’s writing, given that it goes to the
heart of our understanding of the relationship between Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.
Hint
#2: Be suspicious at all times of Jane Austen’s Mary Crawford-like love of
puns.
Hint
#3: There is one person reading this who has had a 4-year head start on the
rest of you in guessing the answer, but has not done so.
I will
be back to give you the answer as early as midnight today PST, but in all
events by no later than Tuesday Noon PST.
Cheers,
ARNIE
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