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" Your humility, Mr. Bingley," said Elizabeth, " must disarm reproof."
" Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, " than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast."
" And which of the two do you call my little recent piece of modesty?"
" The indirect boast; for you are really proud of your defects in writing, because you consider them as proceeding from a rapidity of thought and carelessness of execution, which, if not estimable, you think at least highly interesting. The power of doing anything with quickness is always prized much by the possessor, and often without any attention to the imperfection of the performance. When you told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you ever resolved upon quitting Netherfield you should be gone in five minutes, you meant it to be a sort of panegyric, of compliment to yourself--and yet what is there so very laudable in a precipitance which must leave very necessary business undone, and can be of no real advantage to yourself or anyone else?"
" Nay," cried Bingley, " this is too much, to remember at night all the foolish things that were said in the morning. And yet, upon my honour, I believe what I said of myself to be true, and I believe it at this moment. At least, therefore, I did not assume the character of needless precipitance merely to show off before the ladies."
" I dare say you believed it; but I am by no means convinced that you would be gone with such celerity. Your conduct would be quite as dependent on chance as that of any man I know; and if, as you were mounting your horse, a friend were to say, ' Bingley, you had better stay till next week,' you would probably do it, you would probably not go--and at another word, might stay a month."
" You have only proved by this," cried Elizabeth, " that Mr. Bingley did not do justice to his own disposition. You have shown him off now much more than he did himself."