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late Mr. Darcy's steward. Let me recommend you, however, as a friend, not to give implicit<br />

confidence to all his assertions, for as to Mr. Darcy's using him ill, it is perfectly false, for, on the<br />

contrary, he has always been remarkably kind to him, though George Wickham has treated Mr.<br />

Darcy in a most infamous manner. I do not know the particulars, but I know very well that Mr.<br />

Darcy is not in the least to blame, that he cannot bear to hear George Wickham mentioned, and<br />

that though my brother thought that he could not well avoid including him in his invitation to<br />

the officers, he was excessively glad to find that he had taken himself out of the way. His coming<br />

into the country at all is a most insolent thing, indeed, and I wonder how he could presume to do<br />

it. I pity you, Miss Eliza, for this discovery of your favorite's guilt; but really, considering his<br />

descent, one could not expect much better.<br />

ELIZABETH<br />

His guilt and his descent appear by your account to be the same. I have heard you accuse him of<br />

nothing worse than of being the son of Mr. Darcy's steward, and of that he informed me himself.<br />

CAROLINE<br />

I beg your pardon. Excuse my interference—it was kindly meant. (They bow to each other.)<br />

MARY<br />

I will take this opportunity, while the musicians are taking refreshment, to sing a song for the<br />

assembly. I will sing The Last Rose of Summer by Thomas Moore.<br />

(Mary sings.)<br />

'Tis the last rose of summer<br />

Left blooming alone;<br />

All her lovely companions<br />

Are faded and gone;<br />

No flower of her kindred,<br />

No rosebud is nigh,<br />

To reflect back her blushes,<br />

To give sigh for sigh.<br />

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!<br />

To pine on the stem;<br />

Since the lovely are sleeping,<br />

Go, sleep thou with them.<br />

Thus kindly I scatter,<br />

Thy leaves o'er the bed,<br />

Where thy mates of the garden<br />

Lie scentless and dead.<br />

So soon may I follow,<br />

When friendships decay,<br />

From Love's shining circle<br />

The gems drop away.<br />

When true hearts lie withered<br />

And fond ones are flown,<br />

Oh! who would inhabit,<br />

This bleak world alone?<br />

I will next sing The Minstrel Boy by Thomas Moore<br />

MR. BENNET<br />

That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young<br />

ladies have time to exhibit.<br />

MR. COLLINS<br />

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