Chapter 10 Chapter nine

Elizabeth spent the greater part of that evening in her sister's room, and Mr. Bingley sent a maid to greet them early next morning.After a while, Bingley's sisters also sent two elegant maids to visit, and Elizabeth could finally tell them with consolation that the sick man had improved a little.However, although she was relieved, she still asked the family to send a letter to Longbourn for her, asking her mother to come and see Jane, and judge for herself how well she was.The letter was sent immediately, and what it said was promptly followed.When Mrs. Bennet arrived at Netherfield with her two youngest daughters, they had just had breakfast at home.

If Mrs. Bennet should find Jane in any danger, she would die of grief; but she was satisfied to see that Jane was not very ill; , she would have to leave Netherfield and go home.So when her daughter asked her to take her home, she didn't listen, and the doctor who arrived at about the same time as her also thought it was not a good idea to move back.The mother sat some time with Jane, when Miss Bingley came to invite her to breakfast, and she and the three daughters went up to the dining-room.Mr. Bingley came to meet them, saying that he hoped that Mrs. Bennet would feel that the lady's illness was not as serious as imagined.

Mrs. Bennet replied: "But I didn't imagine it would be so serious, sir, she is too sick to move at all."Dr. Jones also said that she must not be asked to move.We have to ask you to take care of me for a few more days. move!cried Bingley: Absolutely not.I'm sure my sister was determined not to let her move either. Miss Bingley said coldly and politely: Don't worry, old lady, Miss Bennet stays with us, and we will take care of her with all my heart. Mrs. Bennet thanked her repeatedly. Then she added: I don't think she would have known what she would have become if she hadn't been taken care of by her good friends; In that way, I have never seen anyone with such an extremely gentle character in my life.I used to tell the other daughters that they were so poor compared to her.Mr. Bingley, you have a lovely house, and a lovely view from the cobblestone walk.I never saw a place in this village quite like Netherfield.Although your lease is very short, I advise you not to move out in a hurry.

Mr. Bingley said: I do everything on the spur of the moment, and if I had made up my mind to leave Netherfield, I might have moved in five minutes.But for now I'm staying here. I guess it's all right, said Elizabeth. Bingley turned at once to her and said loudly: "You're beginning to know me, aren't you?" Oh yeah I totally understand you. I hope your words are a compliment to me, but it is probably a pitiful thing to be seen through so easily. That depends on the situation.A deep and complex person is not necessarily more elusive than a person like you. One of her mothers hurriedly shouted: Liz, don't forget that you are a guest. You are used to being wild at home, so you can't come here to mess around.

I didn't know you were an expert on human character.Bingley immediately went on to say that it must be an interesting study. True; but the most interesting thing is the study of complex characters.At least such a character has research value. Darcy said: Generally speaking, there are very few country people who can be used as this kind of research objects.Because in the countryside, the people around you are very unenlightened and monotonous. But people themselves have changed a lot, and there are always new things in them that deserve your attention. When Mrs. Bennet heard that Darcy mentioned the country in such a tone just now, she couldn't help being quite angry, and she hurriedly shouted: "That's right. Let me tell you, there are no fewer objects for research in the country than in the city."

Everyone was taken aback.Darcy looked at her for a moment, then walked away quietly.Mrs. Bennet, thinking she had the upper hand on him, took advantage of the enthusiasm and went on: I don't think London has any great advantages over the country, except for the shops and public places.The country is much more comfortable, is it not, Mr. Bingley? I don’t want to leave when I go to the countryside, he replied: I don’t want to leave when I live in the city.The country and the city each have their advantages, and I'm just as happy wherever I live. Ah, that's because you have a good personality.But that gentleman, when she said this, looked at Darcy, and felt that the country was worth nothing.

Mother, you are quite mistaken, Elizabeth's mother blushed when she said that.You are quite mistaken about Mr. Darcy.He just said you don't get as many different kinds of people in the country as you do in the city, and you've got to admit that's true. Of course, no one ever said that, baby.If it is said that there are not many people in this village, I believe there are not many villages larger than this one.As far as I know, there are twenty-four restaurants that usually dine with us. Mr. Bingley could hardly have restrained his laughter, had it not been for Elizabeth's honor.His sister, who was less attentive than he, could not help looking at Mr. Darcy with an expressive smile.Eliza, wishing to divert her mother's minds by means of an excuse, asked her mother how, since she had left home, Charlotte.Has Lucas ever been to Longbourne?

Been; she was with his father yesterday.What an agreeable fellow Sir William is, isn't he, Mr. Bingley?Such a stylish guy!So elegant, yet so casual!He always has a few words to talk to whoever he sees.That's what I call being well-bred; people who think they're great and hard-spoken, they're very, very wrong. Did Charlotte dine with us? No, she insisted on going back.According to my guess, it is probably her family that is waiting for her to go back and make meatloaf.Mr. Bingley, I keep servants to be able to do their job, and my daughter was not brought up in that way.But it's up to each man, and I tell you, the Lucas girls are all very nice girls.It's a pity that she doesn't look pretty!Of course, it's not that I personally think that Charlotte is ugly. She is our good friend after all.

She looks like a very sweet girl, said Bingley. Yes, but you have to admit, she is really ugly.Mrs. Lucas said so herself, and envied my Jane for being pretty.I don't like to exaggerate about my kids, but let's be honest.It's not that I speak with confidence.When she was fifteen years old, at the house of my brother Gardiner in the city, a gentleman fell in love with her, and my sister-in-law was sure that the gentleman would propose to her before he left. .But then he didn't mention it.Maybe he thought she was too young.He did, however, write a good deal of poetry for Jane, and very well.

So ended the gentleman's love affair, said Elizabeth impatiently.I think how many lovers defeat themselves like this.Poetry actually has this function that can drive away love, I don't know who was the first to discover it! I have always believed that poetry is the food of love, said Darcy. It has to be a beautiful, faithful, healthy love.Once you are strong, you can get nourishment from whatever you eat.If there were but a hint of it, a sonnet would kill it, I believe. Darcy only smiled, and there was a silence which followed, while Elizabeth was very anxious lest her mother should be disgraceful again.She wanted to say something, but could think of nothing to say.After a silence, Mrs. Bennet again thanked Mr. Bingley for his good care of Jane, and apologized for having disturbed him with Liz.Mr. Bingley answered with such earnestness and politeness that his sister was compelled to be polite, too, and said something very tactful.Her manner of speaking was not quite natural, but Mrs. Bennet was content enough.

In a few minutes Mrs. Bennet called for the carriage.As soon as the order was issued, her youngest daughter stepped forward immediately.It turned out that since their mother and daughter came here, the two daughters had been discussing with each other in whispers, and finally it was agreed that the youngest daughter would ask Mr. Bingley to fulfill his promise when he first came to the country, and open a garden in Netherfield. prom. Lydia was a fat, well-grown girl of fifteen, fair-skinned and smiling, the apple of her mother's eye, who had been brought into society at an early age by excessive pampering.She was active by nature, and she was born a little inappropriate. In addition, her uncle entertained the officers with delicious food and wine again and again. The officers saw that she had a bit of a slutty style, so they had a good impression of her, so she Even more unscrupulous.She was therefore in a position to propose to Mr. Bingley the matter of the ball, and to remind him boldly of his former promise, and to say that it would be the greatest disgrace in the world if he did not keep it.Mr. Bingley's answer to her sudden provocation pleased her mother very much. I can assure you that I am more than willing to keep my promise; only when your sister is recovered, and you can make any date you like.You don't want to dance when your sister is sick, do you? ! Lydia expressed satisfaction.You said it well.It would be very nice to wait until Jane recovered, and then perhaps Captain Carter might be back in Meryton again.After you've had a ball, I'm sure they'll have one too.I'll be sure to tell Colonel Forster it's a disgrace if he doesn't. So Mrs. Bennet took her two daughters away.Elizabeth returned at once to Jane, not caring what the two Bingley ladies were saying behind her back about her and her family's indecency.But, in spite of Miss Bingley's wisecracks, and jests about her pretty eyes, Darcy was never instigated by them to join them in making up stories about her.