Chapter XVIII

All went well; the dinner came to an end; the actors retired to dress,

and the six members of the audience disposed themselves in armchairs in

front of the curtain, and prepared to be mystified. The performance

commenced after no longer delay than is usual on occasions of this kind,

and opened with a duel scene, in which Bingley and Tom Bertram aimed

pistols at one another in a most realistic manner, but failed to kill

each other, owing to one weapon missing fire, and the ball of the other

not penetrating a vital part. Two of the ladies rushed in and made

demonstrations of relief at finding the wounded hero able to walk off

the field. The next scene represented a card-room, with a party of

players, and Bingley as the inveterate gambler staking higher and

higher, until all was lost on turning up of a fatal four of hearts. Next

was seen William Price as Richard I, in prison, aroused from despair at

the sound of Blondel's harp, and the vision at the barred window of the

minstrel, impersonated by Miss Bingley, cloaked and hooded and playing

on a zither. The whole word gave a fine opportunity to Tom Bertram to

exhibit his comedy powers in the part of a gentleman whose pocket is

picked of a purse of money, his lamentations to his family, his efforts

to recover it, and the final restoration of the purse, by then totally

empty.

Much laughter and applause followed this conclusion, and though the word

"misfortune" was presently discovered by the audience without any

further help, they were delighted with the spirited and vigorous quality

of the acting, which had conveyed so much to them in dumb show, not a

word being spoken on the stage. Darcy's only adverse criticism was that

so far there had not been enough for the ladies to do; but this defect

was remedied in the next word, which consisted of only three scenes. In

the first, Miss Bingley made a very tolerable Lady Macbeth, striving to

cleanse her hands of blood while she walks in her sleep, and is observed

by her gentlewoman and doctor; the second showed Joan of Arc, in the

person of Kitty, led to the stake, while the others grouped themselves

round and endeavoured to look as numerous as possible, in the parts of

the judges, soldiers and executioners. Poor Kitty's slight figure, and

insignificant presence, made it difficult for the character to be well

realized in her; and Mr. Bertram's frown as he looked at her was not an

assumed one, for he had originally cast Miss Darcy for the part, and had

expostulated vehemently when she had insisted on yielding to the

broadly-hinted-at wishes of her friend. Finally, Mrs. Bingley, as

Cleopatra, looked exceedingly handsome in a robe as Egyptian as it could

be made on short notice, and received the asp from a basket held by

Georgiana, while Miss Bingley represented her other "handmaid."

This word was not so easily guessed as the other, and Darcy and

Fitzwilliam were the first to arrive at it, while Elizabeth had to

attend to the panegyrics of Mrs. Jennings and the more quietly expressed

admiration of Mr. and Mrs. Ferrars. The former had indeed forgotten that

there was anything to guess, so enchanted was she with the whole

proceeding, so convinced that Miss Bennet and Miss Darcy were two of the

most beautiful and gifted beings who had ever appeared on any stage, and

it was only by making really meritorious effort at self-control, that

she refrained from descanting on the good fortune of the two young men

whom she supposed to be their respective admirers. She was still talking

eagerly about the dresses, and the snake, and the pile of wood that

looked so terribly real, and Mr. Bertram's being so clever and funny

when he pretended to be angry, when the curtain rose on a new scene, and

the spectators found themselves in another period of the past. Miss

Bingley, an unmistakable Queen Elizabeth, graciously received a folio

from Shakespeare, handed a ring to Essex, and on departing, stepped on a

cloak laid down for her by Raleigh. In spite of this astonishing

disregard for chronology, the scene was greatly enjoyed, as was also the

next, which with the aid of a great deal of imagination, represented the

deck of a ship. Here William Price had the leading part; he received a

party of ladies on board, showed them all round the vessel, in such a

lively manner that the deficiencies in the setting of the stage were

hardly observed, gave orders to his sailors, and finally took an

affectionate farewell of his friends, with much waving of handkerchiefs

as the ship was supposed to sail away, and Kitty wept real tears of

nervousness and excitement. The audience had had time to put the first

and second syllables together while the ship was being cleared away, and

they were in a measure prepared for the subject of the last scene,

which reflected great credit on the stage-manager. It was a very pretty

adaptation of _The Taming of the Shrew_, and showed the young girls in

the characters of Bianca and Katharina, Kitty, of course, taking that of

her namesake, in an episode of her stormy wooing by Petruchio, while

Georgiana, as Bianca, submitted to a gentler form of love-making over a

music lesson. The curtain was lowered for a moment before the sequel was

given, wherein the two husbands, enacted by Tom Bertram and William

Price, wager of their wives' obedience, and the conduct of the sisters

proved how far marriage had altered them. To Mrs. Jennings's extreme

delight, the part of Petruchio was taken by William Price, and this

seemed to her to settle the whole manner finally, a view which was

confirmed when she heard the word "courtship" passed from one to another

of her companions.

"What do you think of that now, my dear?" she whispered loudly into the

ear of Mrs. Ferrars. "What have I been telling you all along? Nothing

could be clearer. A very pretty way of showing their friends, I say.

'Courtship,' you see, my dear. Ha ha! very pretty indeed. No, no, trust

me. I shall not say a word until I am told. I know better than that. And

the other one, too. It all points the same way, does it not? Well, I

declare, I have not seen anything to please me so much this long time."

The actors presently reappeared, when they had resumed ordinary dress,

all a good deal fatigued, but in high spirits and much gratified by the

unstinted congratulations of their friends. Mrs. Bingley and Miss Darcy,

indeed, shrank from praise, for to Georgiana it had all been rather an

ordeal when the time came, and she had been conscious of doing her part

stiffly and without natural ease, and Jane declared she had not acted at

all, for she would not have known how to do it; she had simply stood

about, under Mr. Bertram's directions, and worn the clothes that had

been contrived for her. But the others were not so diffident, for

Bingley and William Price had enjoyed the whole thing heartily, and

appreciated the joke of throwing themselves into an imaginary character.

Kitty had enjoyed the acting and the applause, the pleasure of being

with William Price had been quite intoxicating, and not being altogether

without aptitude, she had really acquitted herself with some spirit,

particularly in the scenes from _The Taming of the Shrew_. But it was to

Miss Bingley and Mr. Bertram, in their own estimation, that the honours

of the evening belonged. They received all compliments with the utmost

complacency, and Caroline was heard explaining to Mr. Ferrars and

Colonel Fitzwilliam, as they all moved towards the dining-room for

supper, that she had modelled her conception of Lady Macbeth on that of

Mrs. Siddons, which she had seen so frequently and studied so closely as

to be quite at home in the portrayal of it. The lady might perhaps have

selected other listeners had she known the associations which one of

them had with that play.

"It does you great credit, Miss Bingley," said Darcy, who had been

listening to her. "It has been an evening of surprises, has it not,

Elizabeth? I could not have believed that there was so much hidden

talent among us, which would never have been unburied but for the happy

idea of these charades."

"It is always so, I can assure you, Mr. Darcy," said Tom Bertram. "Once

you decide to act, you can always discover talent in any collection of

people, ample for your needs. Of course, one or two will always stand

out, by reason of greater ability; but you must know how to select your

players, so that everyone has a part worthy of him."

"I am afraid some of us had parts we were not worthy of, to-night,"

cried William. "I never felt such a fool as when I was playing

Petruchio, and nothing but the kindness of Miss Bennet could have pulled

me through. It needs a fellow about six feet high; I always said you

ought to have done it yourself, Tom."

"My dear William, we have been through all this before. You know, I

should have liked nothing better, but I decided, after due

consideration, that I could not do justice to the principal part, when I

had to be directing the full company, all on stage at once. You hardly

realize my responsibility. But, rest assured, you did not do it so

badly."

"I think you managed most wonderfully, Mr. Bertram," said Mrs. Ferrars.

"To have to arrange the scenes, drill the other performers, and appear

in every scene yourself! It was a task few people could have

undertaken." Mr. Bertram bowed, as if there were a foregone conclusion.

"Mr. Bertram has had a good deal of experience in private theatricals,"

said Georgiana.

"I have, indeed," said that gentlemen. "Few men in England have had

more, I should say, and anyone who is known to be fairly well up in

these things, is naturally in request whenever they are going forward.

And I have been lucky, too, in my companies. I do not think I have ever

known a real failure, except perhaps once--"

Mrs. Ferrars's attention was just then called off, and he turned to

Georgiana. "Did I ever tell you, Miss Darcy, about that one time when we

attempted to do a little acting at my father's house--at Mansfield

Park?"

"No, I do not think you did."

"Well, it is a long story; it might not wholly interest you--thank you,

yes, some cold chicken--but the substance of it was that we had decided

to act a play, amongst ourselves, you know; a pleasant party--divided

among the two households, as this might be; just the very people for

acting; free to rehearse--it is true my brother had made some

difficulties; but all was going smoothly and our friends seemed to be

then all one could wish. I am not sure that Miss Crawford had much idea

of acting; but still, she might have improved."

"Miss Crawford!" exclaimed Georgiana, and involuntarily glanced round to

make sure that Colonel Fitzwilliam had not overheard her. Seeing him

occupied in talking to William Price, she continued in a lower tone: "I

did not know that you knew Miss Crawford, and I am so much interested.

Have you heard anything of her lately?"

Mr. Bertram could hardly believe his ears. He looked at Miss Darcy in

the greatest astonishment. "Certainly I know, or used to know, Miss

Crawford, but, naturally, I have not heard anything of her for several

years."

Georgiana was puzzled by his manner, and felt that in some strange way

she had made a mistake; so after a moment's pause she said: "It was

stupid of me not to recollect that you must be acquainted with Miss

Crawford too, as I was already aware that Mr. Price was. I suppose it

was at the same time you were speaking of--at your father's house--that

he met her."

Mr. Bertram had by this time partly recovered from the shock of finding

there was anyone who did not know of the Rushworth-Crawford case, and

said: "I beg your pardon, Miss Darcy, but your question was a surprise

to me. No, I have quite lost sight of Miss Crawford, and I daresay you

know more of her now than I do. You are a friend of hers, I assume."

"No," returned Georgiana, beginning to regret having pursued the

subject, "I have only met her once, for a few minutes, but my brother

and sister knew her fairly well in Bath."

"In Bath? Ah, yes, I heard that they had settled there."

Georgiana now wished nothing better than to find a new topic or a new

companion without delay; but Mr. Bertram, having rapidly disposed of his

cold chicken, began again: "You must not mistake me, Miss Darcy. I

should be very glad to hear good news of Miss Crawford once more. It is

a long time since our families held any intercourse, for--without going

into details, her brother behaved like--indeed, is--an intolerable

scoundrel; but as to his sister, she had nothing to do with that. She

enjoyed amusing herself, I fancy, as much as most people do, but there

was really no harm in it, as events proved. We all thought her a very

bright, pretty, accomplished girl. But one thing followed another, and,

of course, people are bound to hold by their relations, are they not?"

"Yes, indeed," assented Georgiana warmly, who had listened with the

deepest interest to this recital, which, fragmentary though it was,

seemed to agree with that strange rumour which Lady Catherine had

written about from Bath. She pondered over it, and though reluctant to

be indebted to Mr. Bertram for further information, she could not help

wanting to have her own opinion once more confirmed.

"I am glad to hear you say that, Mr. Bertram. I thought Miss Crawford

charming, and I heard the same from everyone who met her; but I think

she may have been misjudged--blamed, perhaps, some time or other, for

the faults of those who belonged to her."

"Quite true, Miss Darcy; I have no doubt you have hit upon the secret.

Indeed, my brother-in-law, Yates, used to say much the same. She was

certainly a very handsome girl, and it was a thousand pities she never

had the chance to play Amelia. I did not finish telling you about our

play: the parts were all cast, the stage was prepared, the rehearsals in

full progress. Yates was, after myself, the leading spirit--I think you

said you had met my friend Yates, Miss Darcy--"

He was fairly started, and Georgiana had time to grow weary of the

history of _Lovers' Vows_ and its ultimate conclusion, before the

announcement was made of "Mr. and Mrs. Ferrars's carriage," which broke

up the party. Everyone moved towards the hall, and cloaks were fetched

while Mrs. Jennings loudly uttered her good-nights interspersed with

many complimentary remarks to the actors. William Price had hurried back

to the room they had called the green room, to search for a cherished

ornament of Kitty's which she had mislaid, so he escaped from

congratulations to which, in his case, Mrs. Jennings would have given a

double edge, and Kitty contrived to avert her share by murmuring as she

embraced her guest: "I shall come and see you to-morrow." Nevertheless,

Mrs. Jennings was not to be entirely baulked of her intention, and the

long conversation between Mr. Bertram and Miss Darcy had attracted her

notice; so in wishing Tom Bertram good-night, she managed to add a few

words, felicitating him upon his success in another field besides that

of the drama. Laughing heartily at his look of blank astonishment, she

passed on, and as she never felt quite as well able to approach Miss

Darcy on these subjects as other people, she contented herself with a

sly glance, remarking: "Well, Miss Darcy, and what a delightful evening

it has been! We have not heard the last of these charades yet, for many

a long day, have we? Why, all the pleasantest part of them is still to

come, I fancy."

Georgiana succeeded in avoiding a reply; she supposed the allusion was

to Kitty, but she always preferred _not_ to understand Mrs. Jennings

whenever possible. The visitors directly afterwards went away, and the

ladies retired, the gentlemen sitting up for some time longer.

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