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Elizabeth,as they drove along,watched for the first appearance of Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;and when at length they turned in at the lodge,her spirits were in a high flutter.
The park was veryrge,and tained great variety of ground. They e in one of its lowest points,and drove for some time through a beautiful wood stretg over a wide extent.
Elizabeth's mind was too full for versation,but she saw and admired every remarkable spot and point of view.They gradually asded for half-a-mile,and then found themselves at the top of a siderable eminence,where the wood ceased,and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of a valley,into which the road with some abruptness wound. It was arge,handsome stone building,standing well on rising ground,and backed by a ridge of high woody hills;and in front,a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater,but without any artificial appearas banks were her formal nor falsely adorned.Elizabeth was delighted.She had never seen a ce for whiature had done more,or where natural beauty had been so little teracted by an awkward taste.They were all of them warm in their admiration;and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something!
They desded the hill,crossed the bridge,and drove to the door;and,while examining the nearer aspect of the house,all her apprehension of meeting its owner returned.She dreaded lest the chambermaid had been mistaken.On applying to see the ce, they were admitted into the hall; and Elizabeth, as they waited for the housekeeper,had leisure to wo her being where she was.
The housekeeper came; a respectable-looking elderly woman, much less fine,and more civil,than she had any notion of findihey followed her into the dining-parlour. It was arge, well proportioned room, handsomely fitted up. Elizabeth, after slightly surveying it,went to a window to enjoy its prospect.The hill, ed with wood, which they had desded, receiving increased abruptness from the distance, was a beautiful object. Every disposition of the ground was good;and she looked on the whole se, the river, the trees scattered on its banks and the winding of the valley,as far as she could trace it,with delight.As they passed into other rooms,these objects were taking different positions;but from every window there were beauties to be seen. The rooms were lofty and handsome,and their furniture suitable to the fortune of its proprietor;but Elizabeth saw,with admiration of his taste,that it was her gaudy nor uselessly fih less of splendour,and more real elegahan the furniture of Rosings.
“And of this ce,”thought she,“I might have been mistress! With these rooms I might now have been familiarly acquainted! Instead of viewing them as a stranger, I might have rejoiced in them as my own,ao them as visitors my uncle and aunt.But no,”—recolleg herself—“that could never be;my uncle and aunt would have been lost to me; I should not have been allowed to ihem.”
This was a lucky recolle—it saved her from something very like regret.
She loo inquire of the housekeeper whether her master was really absent, but had not the ce for it. At length however, the question was asked by her uncle; and she turned away with rm,while Mrs.Reynolds replied that he was,adding,“But we expect him to-morrow, with arge party of friends.”How rejoiced was Elizabeth that their own journey had not by any circumstance been dyed a day!
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. Her aunt asked her, smilingly,how she liked it.The housekeeper came forward,and told them it icture of a youleman,the son of herte master's steward,who had been brought up by him at his own expense.“He is now goo the army,”she added;“but I am afraid he has turned out very wild.”
Mrs.Gardiner looked at her h a smile,but Elizabeth could not return it.
“And that,”said Mrs. Reynolds, pointing to another of the miniatures,“is my master—and very like him.It was drawn at the same time as the other—about eight years ago.”
“I have heard much of your master's fine person,”said Mrs. Gardiner, looking at the picture;“it is a handsome face. But, Lizzy,you tell us whether it is like or not.”
Mrs.Reynolds respect for Elizabeth seemed to increase on this intimation of her knowing her master.
“Does that youngdy know Mr.Darcy?”
Elizabeth coloured,and said:“A little.”
“And do not you think him a very handsome gentleman,ma'am?”
“Yes,very handsome.”
“I am sure I know none so handsome;but in the gallery upstairs you will see a finerrger picture of him than this.This room was myte master's favourite room,and these miniatures are just as they used to be then.He was very fond of them.”
This ouo Elizabeth for Mr.Wickham's being among them.
Mrs. Reynolds then directed their attention to one of Miss Darcy,drawn when she was o years old.
“And is Miss Darcy as handsome as her brother?”said Mrs. Gardiner.
“Oh!yes—the handsomest youngdy that ever was seen;and so omplished!—She ys and sings all day long.In the room is a new instrument juste down for her—a present from my master;shees here to-morrow with him.”
Mr. Gardiner, whose manners were very easy and pleasant, enced hermunicativeness by his questions and remarks;Mrs.Reynolds,either by pride or attat,had evidently great pleasure in talking of her master and his sister.
“Is your master much at Pemberley in the course of the year?”
“Not so much as I could wish,sir;but I dare say he may spend half his time here;and Miss Darcy is always down for the summer months.”
“Except,”thought Elizabeth,“when she goes tate.”快眼看书小说阅读_www.bookcu.com
The park was veryrge,and tained great variety of ground. They e in one of its lowest points,and drove for some time through a beautiful wood stretg over a wide extent.
Elizabeth's mind was too full for versation,but she saw and admired every remarkable spot and point of view.They gradually asded for half-a-mile,and then found themselves at the top of a siderable eminence,where the wood ceased,and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of a valley,into which the road with some abruptness wound. It was arge,handsome stone building,standing well on rising ground,and backed by a ridge of high woody hills;and in front,a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater,but without any artificial appearas banks were her formal nor falsely adorned.Elizabeth was delighted.She had never seen a ce for whiature had done more,or where natural beauty had been so little teracted by an awkward taste.They were all of them warm in their admiration;and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something!
They desded the hill,crossed the bridge,and drove to the door;and,while examining the nearer aspect of the house,all her apprehension of meeting its owner returned.She dreaded lest the chambermaid had been mistaken.On applying to see the ce, they were admitted into the hall; and Elizabeth, as they waited for the housekeeper,had leisure to wo her being where she was.
The housekeeper came; a respectable-looking elderly woman, much less fine,and more civil,than she had any notion of findihey followed her into the dining-parlour. It was arge, well proportioned room, handsomely fitted up. Elizabeth, after slightly surveying it,went to a window to enjoy its prospect.The hill, ed with wood, which they had desded, receiving increased abruptness from the distance, was a beautiful object. Every disposition of the ground was good;and she looked on the whole se, the river, the trees scattered on its banks and the winding of the valley,as far as she could trace it,with delight.As they passed into other rooms,these objects were taking different positions;but from every window there were beauties to be seen. The rooms were lofty and handsome,and their furniture suitable to the fortune of its proprietor;but Elizabeth saw,with admiration of his taste,that it was her gaudy nor uselessly fih less of splendour,and more real elegahan the furniture of Rosings.
“And of this ce,”thought she,“I might have been mistress! With these rooms I might now have been familiarly acquainted! Instead of viewing them as a stranger, I might have rejoiced in them as my own,ao them as visitors my uncle and aunt.But no,”—recolleg herself—“that could never be;my uncle and aunt would have been lost to me; I should not have been allowed to ihem.”
This was a lucky recolle—it saved her from something very like regret.
She loo inquire of the housekeeper whether her master was really absent, but had not the ce for it. At length however, the question was asked by her uncle; and she turned away with rm,while Mrs.Reynolds replied that he was,adding,“But we expect him to-morrow, with arge party of friends.”How rejoiced was Elizabeth that their own journey had not by any circumstance been dyed a day!
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. Her aunt asked her, smilingly,how she liked it.The housekeeper came forward,and told them it icture of a youleman,the son of herte master's steward,who had been brought up by him at his own expense.“He is now goo the army,”she added;“but I am afraid he has turned out very wild.”
Mrs.Gardiner looked at her h a smile,but Elizabeth could not return it.
“And that,”said Mrs. Reynolds, pointing to another of the miniatures,“is my master—and very like him.It was drawn at the same time as the other—about eight years ago.”
“I have heard much of your master's fine person,”said Mrs. Gardiner, looking at the picture;“it is a handsome face. But, Lizzy,you tell us whether it is like or not.”
Mrs.Reynolds respect for Elizabeth seemed to increase on this intimation of her knowing her master.
“Does that youngdy know Mr.Darcy?”
Elizabeth coloured,and said:“A little.”
“And do not you think him a very handsome gentleman,ma'am?”
“Yes,very handsome.”
“I am sure I know none so handsome;but in the gallery upstairs you will see a finerrger picture of him than this.This room was myte master's favourite room,and these miniatures are just as they used to be then.He was very fond of them.”
This ouo Elizabeth for Mr.Wickham's being among them.
Mrs. Reynolds then directed their attention to one of Miss Darcy,drawn when she was o years old.
“And is Miss Darcy as handsome as her brother?”said Mrs. Gardiner.
“Oh!yes—the handsomest youngdy that ever was seen;and so omplished!—She ys and sings all day long.In the room is a new instrument juste down for her—a present from my master;shees here to-morrow with him.”
Mr. Gardiner, whose manners were very easy and pleasant, enced hermunicativeness by his questions and remarks;Mrs.Reynolds,either by pride or attat,had evidently great pleasure in talking of her master and his sister.
“Is your master much at Pemberley in the course of the year?”
“Not so much as I could wish,sir;but I dare say he may spend half his time here;and Miss Darcy is always down for the summer months.”
“Except,”thought Elizabeth,“when she goes tate.”快眼看书小说阅读_www.bookcu.com