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“Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.”

“Paradise Lost,” v. 166.

[277] Hesper shines with keener light.

[276] The example of Nausicaa, in the Odyssey, proves that the duties of the laundry were not thought derogatory, even from the dignity of a princess, in the heroic times.

The same anxiety to get them by themselves was visible again in the evening. After tea, Mr. Bennet retired to the library, as was his custom, and Mary went upstairs to her instrument. Two obstacles of the five being thus removed, Mrs. Bennet sat looking and winking at Elizabeth and Catherine for a considerable time, without making any impression on them. Elizabeth would not observe her; and when at last Kitty did, she very innocently said, “What is the matter, mamma? What do you keep winking at me for? What am I to do?”

[275] “And thus his own undaunted mind explores.”—“Paradise Lost,” vi. 113.

But when her mother was gone, Jane would not be prevailed on to go down without one of her sisters.

—“Paradise Lost,” xi. 708.

“On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn’d, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.”

[274] Not half so dreadful.

[273] “This tale of the temporary servitude of particular gods, by order of Jove, as a punishment for misbehaviour, recurs not unfrequently among the incidents of the Mythical world.”—Grote, vol. i. p. 156.

“Oh! hang Kitty! what has she to do with it? Come, be quick, be quick! where is your sash, my dear?”

“We will be down as soon as we can,” said Jane; “but I dare say Kitty is forwarder than either of us, for she went upstairs half an hour ago.”

“My dear Jane, make haste and hurry down. He is come--Mr. Bingley is come. He is, indeed. Make haste, make haste. Here, Sarah, come to Miss Bennet this moment, and help her on with her gown. Never mind Miss Lizzy’s hair.”

Dryden’s Virgil, vii. 644.

“So, when with crackling flames a caldron fries, The bubbling waters from the bottom rise. Above the brims they force their fiery way; Black vapours climb aloft, and cloud the day.”

[272] Beneath a caldron.

[271] Ignominious. Drowning, as compared with a death in the field of battle, was considered utterly disgraceful.

He came, and in such very good time, that the ladies were none of them dressed. In ran Mrs. Bennet to her daughters’ room, in her dressing-gown, and with her hair half finished, crying out,--

Yes, he had no engagement at all for to-morrow; and her invitation was accepted with alacrity.