Chapter 18
Till Elizabeth entered the drawing room at Netherfield and looked in vain for Mr Wickham among the cluster of red coats there assembled，a doubt of his being present had never occurred to her.The certainty of meeting him had not been checked by any of those recollections that might not unreasonably have alarmed her.She had dressed with more than usual care，and prepared in the highest spirits for the conquest of all that remained unsubdued of his heart，trusting that it was not more than might be won in the course of the evening.But in an instant arose the dreadful suspicion of his being purposely omitted for Mr Darcy's pleasure in the Bingleys'invitation to the officers；and though this was not exactly the case，the absolute fact of his absence was pronounced by his friend Mr Denny，to whom Lydia eagerly applied，and who told them that Wickham had been obliged to go to town on business the day before，and was not yet returned；adding，with a significant smile，
‘I do not imagine his business would have called him away just now，if he had not wished to avoid a certain gentleman here.’
This part of his intelligence，though unheard by Lydia，was caught by Elizabeth，and as it assured her that Darcy was not less answerable for Wickham's absence than if her first surmise had been just，every feeling of displeasure against the former was so sharpened by immediate disappointment，that she could hardly reply with tolerable civility to the polite inquiries which he directly afterwards approached to make.-Attention，forbearance，patience with Darcy，was injury to Wickham.She was resolved against any sort of conversation with him，and turned away with a degree of ill humour，which she could not wholly surmount even in speaking to Mr Bingley，whose blind partiality provoked her.
But Elizabeth was not formed for ill humour；and though every prospect of her own was destroyed for the evening，it could not dwell long on her spirits；and having told all her griefs to Charlotte Lucas，whom she had not seen for a week，she was soon able to make a voluntary transition to the oddities of her cousin，and to point him out to her particular notice.The two first dances，however，brought a return of distress；they were dances of mortification.Mr Collins，awkward and solemn，apologizing instead of attending，and often moving wrong without being aware of it，gave her all the shame and misery which a disagreeable partner for a couple of dances can give.The moment of her release from him was ecstasy.
She danced next with an officer，and had the refreshment of talking of Wickham，and of hearing that he was universally liked.When those dances were over she returned to Charlotte Lucas，and was in conversation with her，when she found herself suddenly addressed by Mr Darcy，who took her so much by surprize in his application for her hand，that，without knowing what she did，she accepted him.He walked away again immediately，and she was left to fret over her own want of presence of mind；Charlotte tried to console her.
‘I dare say you will find him very agreeable.’
‘Heaven forbid！-That would be the greatest misfortune of all！-To find a man agreeable whom one is determined to hate！-Do not wish me such an evil.’
When the dancing recommenced，however，and Darcy approached to claim her hand，Charlotte could not help cautioning her in a whisper not to be a simpleton and allow her fancy for Wickham to make her appear unpleasant in the eyes of a man of ten times his consequence.Elizabeth made no answer，and took her place in the set，amazed at the dignity to which she was arrived in being allowed to stand opposite to Mr Darcy，and reading in her neighbours'looks their equal amazement in beholding it.They stood for some time without speaking a word；and she began to imagine that their silence was to last through the two dances，and at first was resolved not to break it；till suddenly fancying that it would be the greater punishment to her partner to oblige him to talk，she made some slight observation on the dance.He replied，and was again silent.After a pause of some minutes，she addressed him a second time with：
‘It is your turn to say something now，Mr Darcy.-I talked about the dance，and you ought to make some kind of remark on the size of the room，or the number of couples.’
He smiled，and assured her that whatever she wished him to say should be said.
‘Very well.-That reply will do for the present.-Perhaps by and by I may observe that private balls are much pleasanter than public ones.But now we may be silent.’
‘Do you talk by rule then，while you are dancing？’
‘Sometimes.One must speak a little，you know.It would look odd to be entirely silent for half an hour together，and yet for the advantage of some，conversation ought to be so arranged as that they may have the trouble of saying as little as possible.’
‘Are you consulting your own feelings in the present case，or do you imagine that you are gratifying mine？’
‘Both，’replied Elizabeth archly；‘for 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 éclat 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 must not decide on my own performance.’
He made no answer，and they were again silent till they had gone down the dance，when he asked her if she and her sisters did not very often walk to Meryton.She answered in the affirmative，and，unable to resist the temptation，added，‘When you met us there the other day，we had just been forming a new acquaintance.’
The effect was immediate.A deeper shade of hauteur overspread his features，but he said not a word，and Elizabeth，though blaming herself for her own weakness，could not go on.At length Darcy spoke，and in a constrained manner said，
