Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Chapter Forty-one



Originally published 3/4/2007.

As promised, the first of two delightful Susan weeks. In this chapter, Lydia manages to cajole her way to Brighton, much to Lizzy's chagrin, and Lizzy manages to silence Wickham.

The first week of their return was soon gone. The second began. It was the last of the regiment's stay in Meryton, and all the young ladies in the neighbourhood were drooping apace. The dejection was almost universal. The elder Miss Bennets alone were still able to eat, drink, and sleep, and pursue the usual course of their employments. Very frequently were they reproached for this insensibility by Kitty and Lydia, whose own misery was extreme, and who could not comprehend such hard-heartedness in any of the family.

"Good Heaven! what is to become of us? What are we to do?" would they often exclaim in the bitterness of woe. "How can you be smiling so, Lizzy?"

Their affectionate mother shared all their grief; she remembered what she had herself endured on a similar occasion, five-and-twenty years ago.

"I am sure," said she, "I cried for two days together when Colonel Miller's regiment went away. I thought I should have broken my heart."

"I am sure I shall break
mine," said Lydia.

Well, then, why don't you?

"If one could but go to Brighton!" observed Mrs. Bennet.

"Oh, yes!--if one could but go to Brighton! But papa is so disagreeable."


Lydia.

"A little sea-bathing would set me up forever."

Mrs. Bennet, we think.

"And my aunt Phillips is sure it would do me a great deal of good," added Kitty.

Such were the kind of lamentations resounding perpetually through Longbourn House. Elizabeth tried to be diverted by them; but all sense of pleasure was lost in shame. She felt anew the justice of Mr. Darcy's objections; and never had she been so much disposed to pardon his interference in the views of his friend.

But the gloom of Lydia's prospect was shortly cleared away; for she received an invitation from Mrs. Forster, the wife of the...


The BBC in this passage has Mr. Bennet reading a letter from Mrs. Forster. He inserts the word "unfortunate" in this exact spot.

...colonel of the regiment, to accompany her to Brighton. This invaluable friend was a very young woman, and very lately married. A resemblance in good humour and good spirits had recommended her and Lydia to each other, and out of their three months' acquaintance they had been intimate two.

The rapture of Lydia on this occasion, her adoration of Mrs. Forster, the delight of Mrs. Bennet, and the mortification of Kitty, are scarcely to be described. Wholly inattentive to her sister's feelings, Lydia flew about the house in restless ecstasy, calling for everyone's congratulations, and laughing and talking with more violence than ever; whilst the luckless Kitty continued in the parlour repining at her fate in terms as unreasonable as her accent was peevish.


There's something about rejoicing with those who rejoice, and mourning with those who mourn. Seems like both Kitty and Lydia could benefit from such advice.

"I cannot see why Mrs. Forster should not ask me as well as Lydia," said she, "Though I am not her particular friend. I have just as much right to be asked as she has, and more too, for I am two years older."

At least Kitty is not envious, though she is jealous. She doesn't at all mind that Lydia is going, she would just like to go, too. So that, at least, is in her favor. However, the fact that she is two years older has nothing to do with the propriety of her going.

In vain did Elizabeth attempt to make her reasonable, and Jane to make her resigned. As for Elizabeth herself, this invitation was so far from exciting in her the same feelings as in her mother and Lydia, that she considered it as the death warrant of all possibility of common sense for the latter; and detestable as such a step must make her were it known, she could not help secretly advising her father not to let her go...

Probably wise for the health of the family that she not make it generally known that she's going to her father. It wouldn't help matters, but make them worse.

...She represented to him all the improprieties of Lydia's general behaviour, the little advantage she could derive from the friendship of such a woman as Mrs. Forster,...

Because she's so immature: this we know because we know that she and Lydia are so alike, and also that Austen mentions in the next breath that "such a companion" would tempt her to greater imprudence. She is recently married. In Chapter 12, it is mentioned that it had been hinted that Colonel Forster was going to be married.

...and the probability of her being yet more imprudent with such a companion at Brighton, where the temptations must be greater than at home. He heard her attentively,...

Which is good.

...and then said:

"Lydia will never be easy until she has exposed herself in some public place or other, and we can never expect her to do it with so little expense or inconvenience to her family as under the present circumstances."


Not very well thought out; it reveals a very great selfishness on the part of Mr. Bennet, who does not want to take the trouble to do anything besides lounging around in his library. Mr. Bennet wants peace at all cost, and doesn't recognize that "Sometimes true peace can only be found on the other side of war." - Unknown

"If you were aware," said Elizabeth, "of the very great disadvantage to us all which must arise from the public notice of Lydia's unguarded and imprudent manner-- nay, which has already arisen from it, I am sure you would judge differently in the affair."

Lizzy is definitely referring to Jane and Bingley, who were indirectly affected by Lydia's thoughtlessness. Mr. Bennet assumes it's one of her lovers.

"Already arisen?" repeated Mr. Bennet. "What, has she frightened away some of your lovers? Poor little Lizzy! But do not be cast down. Such squeamish youths as cannot bear to be connected with a little absurdity are not worth a regret. Come, let me see the list of pitiful fellows who have been kept aloof by Lydia's folly."

At least he can tease.

"Indeed you are mistaken. I have no such injuries to resent. It is not of particular, but of general evils, which I am now complaining. Our importance, our respectability in the world must be affected by the wild volatility, the assurance and disdain of all restraint which mark Lydia's character. Excuse me, for I must speak plainly. If you, my dear father, will not take the trouble of checking her exuberant spirits, and of teaching her that her present pursuits are not to be the business of her life, she will soon be beyond the reach of amendment. Her character will be fixed, and she will, at sixteen, be the most determined flirt that ever made herself and her family ridiculous; a flirt, too, in the worst and meanest degree of flirtation; without any attraction beyond youth and a tolerable person; and, from the ignorance and emptiness of her mind, wholly unable to ward off any portion of that universal contempt which her rage for admiration will excite. In this danger Kitty is also comprehended. She will follow wherever Lydia leads. Vain, ignorant, idle, and absolutely uncontrolled! Oh! my dear father, can you suppose it possible that they will not be censured and despised wherever they are known, and that their sisters will not be often involved in the disgrace?"

Lizzy is very respectful, but very honest and direct here, and she doesn't hide what she thinks. A good example for us all.

Mr. Bennet saw that her whole heart was in the subject, and affectionately taking her hand said in reply:

"Do not make yourself uneasy, my love. Wherever you and Jane are known you must be respected and valued;...


Question for my readers: is this the first time Mr. Bennet explicitly states that he respects Jane? He's always respected Lizzy, but what about Jane?

...and you will not appear to less advantage for having a couple of--or I may say, three--very silly sisters. We shall have no peace at Longbourn if Lydia does not go to Brighton. Let her go, then. Colonel Forster is a sensible man, and will keep her out of any real mischief; and she is luckily too poor to be an object of prey to anybody...

Forgetting that there are other things a woman may have besides money.

...At Brighton she will be of less importance even as a common flirt than she has been here. The officers will find women better worth their notice. Let us hope, therefore, that her being there may teach her her own insignificance. At any rate, she cannot grow many degrees worse, without authorising us to lock her up for the rest of her life."

With this answer Elizabeth was forced to be content; but her own opinion continued the same, and she left him disappointed and sorry. It was not in her nature, however, to increase her vexations by dwelling on them. She was confident of having performed her duty, and to fret over unavoidable evils, or augment them by anxiety, was no part of her disposition.


There's no good in fretting over things beyond your control.

Had Lydia and her mother known the substance of her conference with her father, their indignation would hardly have found expression in their united volubility. In Lydia's imagination, a visit to Brighton comprised every possibility of earthly happiness. She saw, with the creative eye of fancy, the streets of that gay bathing- place covered with officers. She saw herself the object of attention, to tens and to scores of them at present unknown. She saw all the glories of the camp--its tents stretched forth in beauteous uniformity of lines, crowded with the young and the gay, and dazzling with scarlet; and, to complete the view, she saw herself seated beneath a tent, tenderly flirting with at least six officers at once.

A more insensible flight of fancy could hardly be imagined, even by someone as insensible as Lydia.

Had she known her sister sought to tear her from such prospects and such realities...

Yeah, right.

...as these, what would have been her sensations? They could have been understood only by her mother,...

Equally insensible. Great minds think alike, but so do shallow ones.

...who might have felt nearly the same. Lydia's going to Brighton was all that consoled her for her melancholy conviction of her husband's never intending to go there himself.

But they were entirely ignorant of what had passed; and their raptures continued, with little intermission, to the very day of Lydia's leaving home.

Elizabeth was now to see Mr. Wickham for the last time. Having been frequently in company with him since her return, agitation was pretty well over; the agitations of formal partiality entirely so. She had even learnt to detect, in the very gentleness which had first delighted her, an affectation and a sameness to disgust and weary...


In marked contrast to Darcy, whose has all the ungentleness, lack of affectation and variety to recommend him.

...In his present behaviour to herself, moreover, she had a fresh source of displeasure, for the inclination he soon testified of renewing those intentions which had marked the early part of their acquaintance could only serve, after what had since passed, to provoke her. She lost all concern for him in finding herself thus selected as the object of such idle and frivolous gallantry; and while she steadily repressed it, could not but feel the reproof contained in his believing, that however long, and for whatever cause, his attentions had been withdrawn, her vanity would be gratified, and her preference secured at any time by their renewal.

On the very last day of the regiment's remaining at Meryton, he dined, with other of the officers, at Longbourn; and so little was Elizabeth disposed to part from him in good humour, that on his making some inquiry as to the manner in which her time had passed at Hunsford, she mentioned Colonel Fitzwilliam's and Mr. Darcy's having both spent three weeks at Rosings, and asked him, if he was acquainted with the former.


She's trying to force him to talk about Darcy, and does so in a roundabout way by asking him about Fitzwilliam. On the other hand, Fitzwilliam was intimately connected with the Georgiana incident, and also would clearly have been on Darcy's side in the matter. So she guesses, quite rightly, that Wickham would not like hearing Fitzwilliam's name mentioned.

He looked surprised, displeased, alarmed; but with a moment's recollection and a returning smile, replied, that he had formerly seen him often; and, after observing that he was a very gentlemanlike man,...

Very vague, and possibly hiding the fact that he hates Fitzwilliams' guts.

...asked her how she had liked him. Her answer was warmly in his favour...

Possibly overdone, in order to rub it in his face, though we know that she really did think highly of him.

...With an air of indifference he soon afterwards added:

"How long did you say he was at Rosings?"

"Nearly three weeks."


Lizzy.

"And you saw him frequently?"

Wickham.

"Yes, almost every day."

Lizzy.

"His manners are very different from his cousin's."

Wickham, already trying to engage Lizzy on the subject of his old grievances, as Lizzy finds out herself soon.

"Yes, very different. But I think Mr. Darcy improves upon acquaintance."

Lizzy.

"Indeed!" cried Mr. Wickham with a look which did not escape her. "And pray, may I ask?--" But checking himself, he added, in a gayer tone, "Is it in address that he improves? Has he deigned to add aught of civility to his ordinary style?--for I dare not hope," he continued in a lower and more serious tone, "that he is improved in essentials."

"Oh, no!" said Elizabeth. "In essentials, I believe, he is very much what he ever was."

While she spoke, Wickham looked as if scarcely knowing whether to rejoice over her words, or to distrust their meaning...


Doubtless Lizzy's intended effect.

...There was a something in her countenance which made him listen with an apprehensive and anxious attention, while she added:

"When I said that he improved on acquaintance, I did not mean that his mind or his manners were in a state of improvement, but that, from knowing him better, his disposition was better understood."

Wickham's alarm now appeared in a heightened complexion and agitated look; for a few minutes he was silent, till, shaking off his embarrassment, he turned to her again, and said in the gentlest of accents:

"You, who so well know my feeling towards Mr. Darcy, will readily comprehend how sincerely I must rejoice that he is wise enough to assume even the
appearance of what is right. His pride, in that direction, may be of service, if not to himself, to many others, for it must only deter him from such foul misconduct as I have suffered by. I only fear that the sort of cautiousness to which you, I imagine, have been alluding, is merely adopted on his visits to his aunt, of whose good opinion and judgement he stands much in awe...

Considering how he follows the express wishes of his aunt in proposing to Lizzy the second time, we may infer that he doesn't care two straws about her opinion.

...His fear of her has always operated, I know, when they were together; and a good deal is to be imputed to his wish of forwarding the match with Miss de Bourgh, which I am certain he has very much at heart."

Elizabeth could not repress a smile at this,...


Due to his proposal to her, no doubt.

...but she answered only by a slight inclination of the head. She saw that he wanted to engage her on the old subject of his grievances, and she was in no humour to indulge him. The rest of the evening passed with the appearance, on his side, of usual cheerfulness, but with no further attempt to distinguish Elizabeth; and they parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

When the party broke up, Lydia returned with Mrs. Forster to Meryton, from whence they were to set out early the next morning. The separation between her and her family was rather noisy than pathetic. Kitty was the only one who shed tears; but she did weep from vexation and envy...


I think jealousy is the better word, for again Kitty would not prevent Lydia from going, but wants to go herself. Jealousy says, "You have something I want and don't have, so I'm going to take it from you." Envy says, "You have something I want and don't have, so I'm going to make sure nobody has it." So envy destroys the thing in question, and is thus the worse sin of the two. Probably the best word, though, is covetousness.

...Mrs. Bennet was diffuse in her good wishes for the felicity of her daughter, and impressive in her injunctions that she should not miss the opportunity of enjoying herself as much as possible...

Not the advice many sensible women would give their highly immature daughters. Of course, Mrs. Bennet is not sensible, nor does she think of Lydia as immature.

...--advice which there was every reason to believe would be well attended to; and in the clamorous happiness of Lydia herself in bidding farewell, the more gentle adieux of her sisters were uttered without being heard.

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