spirit and flow as to draw the attention of Lady Catherine herself, as

well as of Mr. Darcy. His eyes had been soon and repeatedly turned

towards them with a look of curiosity; and that her Ladyship, after a

while, shared the feeling, was more openly acknowledged, for she did not

scruple to call out,—
“What is that you are saying, Fitzwilliam? What is it you are talking

of? What are you telling Miss Bennet? Let me hear what it is.”
“We were talking of music, madam,” said he, when no longer able to avoid

a reply.
“Of music! Then pray speak aloud. It is of all subjects my delight. I

must have my share in the conversation, if you are speaking of music.

There are few people in England, I suppose, who have more true{217}

enjoyment of music than myself, or a better natural taste. If I had ever

learnt, I should have been a great proficient. And so would Anne, if her

health had allowed her to apply. I am confident that she would have

performed delightfully. How does Georgiana get on, Darcy?”
Mr. Darcy spoke with affectionate praise of his sister’s proficiency.
“I am very glad to hear such a good account of her,” said Lady

Catherine; “and pray tell her from me, that she cannot expect to excel,

if she does not practise a great deal.”
“I assure you, madam,” he replied, “that she does not need such advice.

She practises very constantly.”
“So much the better. It cannot be done too much; and when I next write

to her, I shall charge her not to neglect it on any account. I often

tell young ladies, that no excellence in music is to be acquired without

constant practice. I have told Miss Bennet several times, that she will

never play really well, unless she practises more; and though Mrs.

Collins has no instrument, she is very welcome, as I have often told

her, to come to Rosings every day, and play on the pianoforte in Mrs.

Jenkinson’s room. She would be in nobody’s way, you know, in that part

of the house.”