 there is that in her features which marks the young woman of
distinguished birth. She is unfortunately of a sickly constitution, which has
prevented her making that progress in many accomplishments, which she could not
otherwise have failed of; as I am informed by the lady who superintended her
education, and who still resides with them. But she is perfectly amiable, and
often condescends to drive by my humble abode in her little phaeton and ponies.«
    »Has she been presented? I do not remember her name among the ladies at
court.«
    »Her indifferent state of health unhappily prevents her being in town; and
by that means, as I told Lady Catherine myself one day, has deprived the British
court of its brightest ornament. Her ladyship seemed pleased with the idea, and
you may imagine that I am happy on every occasion to offer those little delicate
compliments which are always acceptable to ladies. I have more than once
observed to Lady Catherine, that her charming daughter seemed born to be a
duchess, and that the most elevated rank, instead of giving her consequence,
would be adorned by her. - These are the kind of little things which please her
ladyship, and it is a sort of attention which I conceive myself peculiarly bound
to pay.«
    »You judge very properly,« said Mr. Bennet, »and it is happy for you that
you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these
pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are the result of
previous study?«
    »They arise chiefly from what is passing at the time, and though I sometimes
amuse myself with suggesting and arranging such little elegant compliments as
may be adapted to ordinary occasions, I always wish to give them as unstudied an
air as possible.«
    Mr. Bennet's expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as
he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment, maintaining at
the same time the most resolute composure of countenance, and except in an
occasional glance at Elizabeth, requiring no partner in his pleasure.
    By tea-time however the dose had been enough, and Mr. Bennet was glad to
take his guest into the drawing-room again, and when tea was over, glad to
invite him to read aloud to the ladies. Mr. Collins readily assented, and a book
was produced; but on beholding it, (for every thing announced it to be from a
circulating library,) he started back, and begging pardon, protested that he
never read novels. - Kitty stared at him, and
