As no objection was made to the young people's engagement with their aunt, and all Mr. Collins's scruples¹（顾虑） of leaving Mr. and Mrs. Bennet for a single evening during his visit were most steadily² resisted, the coach conveyed him and his five cousins at a suitable hour to Meryton; and the girls had the pleasure of hearing, as they entered the drawing-room, that Mr. Wickham had accepted their uncle's invitation, and was then in the house.

When this information was given, and they had all taken their seats, Mr. Collins was at leisure to look around him and admire, and he was so much struck with the size and furniture of the apartment, that he declared he might almost have supposed himself in the small summer breakfast parlour（客厅） at Rosings; a comparison that did not at first convey much gratification（满意，喜悦） ; but when Mrs. Philips understood from him what Rosings was, and who was its proprietor³, when she had listened to the description of only one of Lady Catherine's drawing-rooms, and found that the chimney-piece alone had cost eight hundred pounds, she felt all the force of the compliment, and would hardly have resented a comparison with the housekeeper's room.

In describing to her all the grandeur⁴ of Lady Catherine and her mansion⁵, with occasional digressions in praise of his own humble⁶ abode⁷ and the improvements it was receiving, he was happily employed until the gentlemen joined them; and he found in Mrs. Philips a very attentive⁸ listener, whose opinion of his consequence increased with what she heard, and who was resolving to retail⁹ it all among her neighbours as soon as she could. To the girls, who could not listen to their cousin, and who had nothing to do but to wish for an instrument, and examine their own indifferent imitations of china on the mantlepiece, the interval¹⁰ of waiting appeared very long. It was over at last, however. The gentlemen did approach; and when Mr. Wickham walked into the room, Elizabeth felt that she had neither been seeing him before, nor thinking of him since, with the smallest degree of unreasonable¹¹ admiration¹². The officers of the ----- shire were in general a very creditable, gentlemanlike set, and the best of them were of the present party; but Mr. Wickham was as far beyond them all in person, countenance¹³（面容，表情） , air, and walk, as they were superior to the broad-faced stuffy¹⁴（闷热的） uncle Philips, breathing port wine, who followed them into the room.

Mr. Wickham was the happy man towards whom almost every female eye was turned, and Elizabeth was the happy woman by whom he finally seated himself; and the agreeable manner in which he immediately fell into conversation, though it was only on its being a wet night, and on the probability of a rainy season, made her feel that the commonest, dullest, most threadbare（乏味的） topic might be rendered interesting by the skill of the speaker.

With such rivals for the notice of the fair, as Mr. Wickham and the officers, Mr. Collins seemed likely to sink into insignificance¹⁵; to the young ladies he certainly was nothing; but he had still at intervals¹⁶ a kind listener in Mrs. Philips, and was, by her watchfulness¹⁷, most abundantly supplied with coffee and muffin（小松饼） .

When the card tables were placed, he had an opportunity of obliging her in return, by sitting down to whist.

"I know little of the game, at present,'' said he, "but I shall be glad to improve myself, for in my situation of life --'' Mrs. Philips was very thankful for his compliance¹⁸, but could not wait for his reason.

Mr. Wickham did not play at whist, and with ready delight was he received at the other table between Elizabeth and Lydia. At first there seemed danger of Lydia's engrossing¹⁹（使全神贯注） him entirely²⁰ for she was a most determined²¹ talker; but being likewise extremely fond of lottery²² tickets, she soon grew too much interested in the game, too eager in making bets and exclaiming after prizes, to have attention for any one in particular. Allowing for the common demands of the game, Mr. Wickham was therefore at leisure to talk to Elizabeth, and she was very willing to hear him, though what she chiefly wished to hear she could not hope to be told, the history of his acquaintance with Mr. Darcy. She dared not even mention that gentleman. Her curiosity however was unexpectedly relieved. Mr. Wickham began the subject himself. He inquired how far Netherfield was from Meryton; and, after receiving her answer, asked in an hesitating manner how long Mr. Darcy had been staying there.