by Jane Austen
As her Aunt prided herself on the exact propriety and Neatness with which every thing in her Family was conducted, and had no higher Satisfaction than that of knowing her house to be always in complete order, as her fortune was good, and her Establishment* Ample, few were the preparations necessary for the reception of her Visitors. The day of their arrival so long expected, at length came, and the Noise of the Coach & 4 as it drove round the sweep,* was to Catherine a more interesting sound, than the Music of an Italian Opera, which to most Heroines is the hight of Enjoyment.* Mr and Mrs Stanley were people of Large Fortune & high Fashion. He was a Member of the house of Commons, and they were therefore most agreably necessitated to reside half the year in Town;* where Miss Stanley had been attended by the most capital Masters from the time of her being six years old to the last Spring, which comprehending a period of twelve Years had been dedicated to the acquirement of Accomplishments which were now to be displayed and in a few Years entirely neglected. She was elegant in her appearance, rather handsome, and naturally not deficient in Abilities; but those Years which ought to have been spent in the attainment of useful knowledge and Mental Improvement, had been all bestowed in learning Drawing, Italian and Music, more especially the latter, and she now united to these Accomplishments, an Understanding unimproved by reading and a Mind totally devoid either of Taste or Judgement. Her temper was by nature good, but unassisted by reflection, she had neither patience under Disappointment, nor could sacrifice her own inclinations to promote the happiness of others. All her Ideas were towards the Elegance of her appearance, the fashion of her dress, and the Admiration she wished them to excite. She professed a love of Books without Reading, was Lively without Wit, and generally good humoured without Merit. Such was Camilla Stanley; and Catherine, who was prejudiced by her appearance, and who from her solitary Situation was ready to like anyone, tho’ her Understanding and Judgement would not otherwise have been easily satisfied, felt almost convinced when she saw her, that Miss Stanley would be the very companion She wanted, and in some degree make amends for the loss of Cecilia & Mary Wynne. She therefore attached herself to Camilla from the first day of her arrival, and from being the only young People in the house, they were by inclination constant Companions. Kitty was herself a great reader, tho’ perhaps not a very deep one, and felt therefore highly delighted to find that Miss Stanley was equally fond of it. Eager to know that their sentiments as to Books were similar, she very soon began questioning her new Acquaintance on the subject; but though she was well read in Modern history* herself, she chose rather to speak first of Books of a lighter kind, of Books universally read and Admired.
‘You have read Mrs Smith’s Novels,* I suppose?’ said she to her Companion—. ‘Oh! Yes, replied the other, and I am quite delighted with them—They are the sweetest things in the world—’ ‘And which do you prefer of them?’ ‘Oh! dear, I think there is no comparison between them—Emmeline* is so much better than any of the others—’
‘Many people think so, I know; but there does not appear so great a disproportion in their Merits to me; do you think it is better written?’
‘Oh! I do not know anything about that—but it is better in everything—Besides, Ethelinde is so long*—’ ‘That is a very common Objection I beleive, said Kitty, but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.’
‘So do I, only I get tired of it before it is finished.’ ‘But did not you find the story of Ethelinde very interesting? And the Descriptions of Grasmere, are not they Beautiful?’ ‘Oh! I missed them all, because I was in such a hurry to know the end of it—Then from an easy transition she added, We are going to the Lakes* this Autumn, and I am quite Mad with Joy; Sir Henry Devereux* has promised to go with us, and that will make it so pleasant, you know—’
‘I dare say it will; but I think it is a pity that Sir Henry’s powers of pleasing were not reserved for an occasion where they might be more wanted.—However I quite envy you the pleasure of such a Scheme.’ ‘Oh! I am quite delighted with the thoughts of it; I can think of nothing else. I assure you I have done nothing for this last Month but plan what Cloathes I should take with me, and I have at last determined to take very few indeed besides my travelling Dress,* and so I advise you to do, when ever you go; for I intend in case we should fall in with any races, or stop at Matlock or Scarborough,* to have some Things made for the occasion.’
‘You intend then to go into Yorkshire?’
‘I beleive not—indeed I know nothing of the Route, for I never trouble myself about such things—. I only know that we are to go from Derbyshire to Matlock and Scarborough, but to which of them first, I neither know nor care—I am in hopes of meeting some particular freinds of mine at Scarborough—Augusta told me in her last Letter that Sir Peter talked of going; but then you know that is so uncertain. I cannot bear Sir Peter, he is such a horrid Creature*—’
‘He is, is he?’ said Kitty, not knowing what else to say. ‘Oh! he is quite Shocking.’ Here the Conversation was interrupted, and Kitty was left in a painful Uncertainty, as to the particulars of Sir Peter’s Character; She knew only that he was Horrid and Shocking, but why, and in what, yet remained to be discovered. She could scarcely resolve what to think of her new Acquaintance; She appeared to be shamefully ignorant as to the Geography of England, if she had understood her right, and equally devoid of Taste and Information. Kitty was however unwilling to decide hastily; she was at once desirous of doing Miss Stanley justice, and of having her own Wishes in her answered; she determined therefore to suspend all Judgement for some time. After Supper, the Conversation turning on the state of Affairs in the political World, Mrs Peterson, who was firmly of opinion that the whole race of Mankind were degenerating,* said that for her part, Every thing she beleived was going to rack and ruin, all order was destroyed over the face of the World,* The house of Commons she heard did not break up sometimes till five in the Morning, and Depravity never was so general before; concluding with a wish that she might live to see the Manners of the People in Queen Elizabeth’s reign, restored again. ‘Well Ma’am, said her Neice,* but I hope you do not mean with the times to restore Queen Eliz.th herself.’
‘Queen Eliz.th, said Mrs Stanley who never hazarded a remark on History that was not well founded, lived to a good old age, and was a very Clever Woman.’ ‘True Ma’am, said Kitty; but I do not consider either of those Circumstances as meritorious in herself, and they are very far from making me wish her return, for if she were to come again with the same Abilities and the same good Constitution She might do as much Mischeif and last as long as she did before*—then turning to Camilla who had been sitting very silent for some time, she added, What do you think of Elizabeth Miss Stanley? I hope you will not defend her.’
‘Oh! dear, said Miss Stanley, I know nothing of Politics, and cannot bear to hear them mentioned.’ Kitty started at this repulse, but made no answer; that Miss Stanley must be ignorant of what she could not distinguish from Politics she felt perfectly convinced.—She retired to her own room, perplexed in her opinion about her new Acquaintance, and fearful of her being very unlike Cecilia and Mary. She arose the next morning to experience a fuller conviction of this, and every future day encreased it—. She found no variety in her conversation; She received no information from her but in fashions, and no Amusement but in her performance on the Harpsichord;* and after repeated endeavours to find her what she wished, she was obliged to give up the attempt and to consider it as fruitless. There had occasionally appeared a something like humour in Camilla which had inspired her with hopes, that she might at least have a natural Genius, tho’ not an improved one, but these Sparklings of Wit happened so seldom, and were so ill-supported that she was at last convinced of their being merely accidental. All her stock of knowledge was exhausted in a very few Days, and when Kitty had learnt from her, how large their house in Town was, when the fashionable Amusements began, who were the celebrated Beauties and who the best Millener, Camilla had nothing further
to teach, except the Characters of any of her Acquaintance as they occurred in Conversation, which was done with equal Ease and Brevity, by saying that the person was either the sweetest Creature in the world,* and one of whom she was doatingly fond, or horrid, Shocking and not fit to be seen.
As Catherine was very desirous of gaining every possible information as to the Characters of the Halifax Family, and concluded that Miss Stanley must be acquainted with them, as she seemed to be so with every one of any Consequence, she took an opportunity as Camilla was one day enumerating all the people of rank that her Mother visited, of asking her whether Lady Halifax were among the number.
‘Oh! Thank you for reminding me of her; She is the sweetest Woman in the world, and one of our most intimate Acquaintance; I do not suppose there is a day passes during the six Months that we are in Town, but what we see each other in the course of it—. And I correspond with all the Girls.’
‘They are then a very pleasant Family? said Kitty. They ought to be so indeed, to allow of such frequent Meetings, or all Conversation must be at end.’
‘Oh! dear, not at all, said Miss Stanley, for sometimes we do not speak to each other for a month together. We meet perhaps only in Public,* and then you know we are often not able to get near enough; but in that case we always nod & smile.’
‘Which does just as well—. But I was going to ask you whether you have ever seen a Miss Wynne with them?’
‘I know who you mean perfectly—she wears a blue hat—. I have frequently seen her in Brook Street,* when I have been at Lady Halifax’s Balls—She gives one every Month during the Winter—. But only think how good it is in her to take care of Miss Wynne, for she is a very distant relation, and so poor that, as Miss Halifax told me, her Mother was obliged to find her in Cloathes.* Is not it shameful?’
‘That she should be so poor?; it is indeed, with such wealthy connexions as the Family have.’
‘Oh! no; I mean, was not it shameful in Mr Wynne to leave his Children so distressed, when he had actually the Living of Chetwynde and two or three Curacies,* and only four Children to provide for—. What would he have done if he had had ten, as many people have?’
‘He would have given them all a good Education and have left them all equally poor.’
‘Well I do think there never was so lucky a Family. Sir George Fitzgibbon you know sent the eldest Girl to India entirely at his own Expence, where they say she is most nobly married and the happiest Creature in the World—Lady Halifax you see has taken care of the youngest and treats her as if she were her Daughter; She does not go out into Public with her to be sure; but then she is always present when her Ladyship gives her Balls, and nothing can be kinder to her than Lady Halifax is; she would have taken her to Cheltenham* last year, if there had been room enough at the Lodgings, and therefore I do not think that she can have anything to complain of. Then there are the two Sons; one of them the Bishop of M——has sent to Sea;* as a Leiutenant I suppose; and the other is extremely well off I know, for I have a notion that somebody puts him to School somewhere in Wales.* Perhaps you knew them when they lived here?’
‘Very well, We met as often as your Family and the Halifaxes do in Town, but as we seldom had any difficulty in getting near enough to speak, we seldom parted with merely a Nod & a Smile. They were indeed a most charming Family, and I beleive have scarcely their Equals in the World; The Neighbours we now have at the Parsonage, appear to more disadvantage in coming after them.’
‘Oh! horrid Wretches! I wonder you can endure them.’
‘Why, what would you have one do?’
‘Oh! Lord, If I were in your place, I should abuse them all day long.’
‘So I do, but it does no good.’
‘Well, I declare it is quite a pity that they should be suffered to live. I wish my Father would propose knocking all their Brains out, some day or other when he is in the House. So abominably proud of their Family! And I dare say after all, that there is nothing particular in it.’
‘Why Yes, I beleive thay have reason to value themselves on it, if any body has; for you know he is Lord Amyatt’s Brother.’
‘Oh! I know all that very well, but it is no reason for their being so horrid. I remember I met Miss Dudley last Spring with Lady Amyatt at Ranelagh,* and she had such a frightful Cap on, that I have never been able to bear any of them since.—And so you used to think the Wynnes very pleasant?’
‘You speak as if their being so were doubtful! Pleasant! Oh! they were every thing that could interest and Attach. It is not in my power to do Justice to their Merits, tho’ not to feel them, I think must be impossible. They have unfitted me for any Society but their own!’
‘Well, That is just what I think of the Miss Halifaxes; by the bye, I must write to Caroline tomorrow, and I do not know what to say to her. The Barkers too are just such other sweet Girls; but I wish Augusta’s hair was not so dark. I cannot bear Sir Peter—Horrid Wretch! He is always laid up with the Gout, which is exceedingly disagreable to the Family.’
‘And perhaps not very pleasant to himself—.But as to the Wynnes; do you really think them very fortunate?’
‘Do I? Why, does not every body? Miss Halifax & Caroline & Maria all say that they are the luckiest Creatures in the World. So does Sir George Fitzgibbon and so do Every body.’
