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But the attention of every lady was soon caught by a

young man, whom they had never seen before, of most gentle-

manlike appearance, walking with an officer on the other side

of the way. The officer was the very Mr. Denny concerning

whose return from London Lydia came to inquire, and he

bowed as they passed. All were struck with the stranger's

air, all wondered who he could be; and Kitty and Lydia,

determined if possible to find out, led the way across the

street, under pretence of wanting something in an opposite

shop, and fortunately had just gained the pavement, when

the two gentlemen, turning back, had reached the same spot.

Mr. Denny addressed them directly, and entreated permission

to introduce his friend, Mr. Wickham, who had returned with

him the day before from town, and, he was happy to say,

had accepted a commission in their corps. This was exactly

as it should be; for the young man wanted only regimentals

to make him completely charming. His appearance was

greatly in his favour; he had all the best parts of beauty, a

fine countenance, a good figure, and very pleasing address.

The introduction was followed up on his side by a happy

readiness of conversation -- a readiness at the same time per-

fectly correct and unassuming; and the whole party were

still standing and talking together very agreeably, when the

sound of horses drew their notice, and Darcy and Bingley

were seen riding down the street. On distinguishing the

ladies of the group the two gentlemen came directly towards

them, and began the usual civilities. Bingley was the prin-

cipal spokesman, and Miss Bennet the principal object. He

was then, he said, on his way to Longbourn on purpose to

inquire after her. Mr. Darcy corroborated it with a bow,

and was beginning to determine not to fix his eyes on Eliza-

beth, when they were suddenly arrested by the sight of the

stranger, and Elizabeth happening to see the countenance of

both as they looked at each other, was all astonishment at

the effect of the meeting. Both changed colour, one looked

white, the other red. Mr. Wickham, after a few moments,

touched his hat -- a salutation which Mr. Darcy just deigned

to return. What could be the meaning of it? It was

impossible to imagine; it was impossible not to long to

know.

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