Chapter 11 chapter Ten

The day went by not much different from the day before.Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley spent several hours in the morning with the patient, who was improving, though slowly, but steadily.Elizabeth stayed with them in the drawing-room at night.But this time, I didn't see anyone playing the lucky card.Mr. Darcy was writing a letter, and Miss Bingley sat beside him to watch him write, and kept pestering him to post her regards to his sister.Mr. Hurst and Mr. Bingley were playing puck, while Mrs. Hurst watched them. Elizabeth, at her needlework, listened attentively to Darcy's conversation with Miss Bingley.I could only hear Miss Bingley complimenting him non-stop, either saying that his handwriting was good, or that his handwriting was very neat, or that the letters praising him were carefully written, but the other party was completely indifferent ignore.These two people you ask and I answer, forming a wonderful dialogue.From this point of view, Elizabeth did not mistake them both.

How delighted Miss Darcy would be to receive such a letter! He didn't answer. It is rare for you to write letters so quickly. You are not right.I write fairly slowly. How many letters do you have to write in a year.And having to write business letters, I think it's tiresome enough! So, luckily, these letters got to me and not to you. Please tell Lingmei that I would like to meet her very much. I have told her as ordered. I'm afraid your pen won't work very well.Let me fix it for you.Repairing pens is really my forte. Thank you for your kindness, I always fix it myself.

How did you write so neatly? He didn't make a sound. Please tell your sister that I heard her improve on the harp.I am so glad you will tell her how much I like that pretty little picture she sent me to decorate the table with, and I think it is so much nicer than Miss Grant's. Could you please be accommodating and let me defer telling her about your liking until the next time I write?I can't write so much this time. Oh, never mind.I can meet her in the first month.But do you always write such touching long letters to her, Mr. Darcy? My letters are generally very long; but it is not for me to say whether each one is attractive.

But I always feel that anyone who writes a long letter can do it in one go, and in any case can't write it badly. Her brother cried: "That kind of compliment is not for Darcy, Caroline, for he can't do it with a stroke of a pen, he has to work on four syllables."Darcy, aren't you like that? My writing style is very different from yours. Oh, Miss Bingley exclaimed, and Charles began to write with such carelessness as to be unimaginable.He would leave out half of the words and blot out half of the words. My thoughts run so fast that I barely have time to write, so sometimes the recipients read my letters without saying anything.

Mr. Bingley, said Elizabeth, you are so modest that no one would be ashamed to reproach you if they should. Darcy said: Pretending to be modest is often just talking nonsense, sometimes boasting in a roundabout way? So, were the few modest words I said just now free-spirited, or boasted in a roundabout way? It is a roundabout boast, because you are very proud of your own shortcomings in letter writing, you think you are quick in thinking, and you don't bother to pay attention to calligraphy, and you think that even if you are not great in these aspects, you don't take into account the achievements at all. Isn't it perfect.You told Mrs. Bennet this morning that if you decided to move from Netherfield, you could do so in five minutes, it was nothing but a boast, a compliment.Besides, the result of impatience will only make the things that should be done well not done well, and there is no real benefit to others or yourself. What is there to praise?

Come on, cried Mr. Bingley, it is not worth remembering the morning at night.And to be honest, I don't believe I was wrong about myself, and I still don't.So at least I didn't mean to be quick and show off to the ladies. Maybe you really believe your own words; but I can't believe that you can do things so quickly and decisively.I know you, like most people, play by ear.Suppose you are getting on your horse and going away, and suddenly a friend says to you: Bingley, you'd better wait until next week before leaving.Then you might listen to him, you might not leave, and if he said anything to you, you might stay another month.

cried Elizabeth: You only show that Mr. Bingley does not follow his own temper.When you say it like this, it is more glorious than what he said himself. Bingley said: I am so glad that what my friend said has been turned into a compliment by you.However, I'm afraid that your change of direction doesn't suit that gentleman's intentions, because: if this kind of thing really happened to me, I would straightly decline that friend and just get on my horse and leave. think highly of me. Does Mr. Darcy think, then, that, however rash and reckless your intentions may be, you may be excused if you stick to them as soon as you make up your mind?

To be honest, I can't explain it; that's up to Darcy himself. You're trying to make those opinions mine, but I never admit them.But, Miss Bennet, even assuming that what you say is real, don't forget this: the friend told him to go back to the house and tell him not to do that, but It was just that the friend had such a hope, made such a request of him, but did not insist that he must do so. As for following the advice of a friend casually and easily, you have not yet found this advantage. If you don't ask right and wrong, just obey casually, I'm afraid it can't be regarded as a compliment to the two of them.

It seems to me, Mr. Darcy, that you deny the influence of friendship and affection upon a man.You know, if a person respects the demands made by others, he will usually obey them willingly without persuasion.I am not making excuses because you speak of Mr. Bingley.Maybe we can wait until something like this happens before discussing how inappropriately he handled it.But generally speaking, when friends get along with friends, when encountering an unimportant matter, one has already made up his mind, and the other wants him to change his mind. Regarding the other party's opinion, can you say that he has something wrong?

Let's wait a moment to discuss this issue, so we might as well study carefully first, how important is the request made by that friend, and how deep is the friendship between the two of them, is this good? Bingley exclaimed: "Very well, please tell me carefully, down to their height and size, for, Miss Bennet, you cannot imagine discussing the subject." How important this is at the time.To tell you the truth, if Mr. Darcy had not been so much taller and so much older than I am, you would never expect me to respect him so much.There were times, and occasions, when Darcy was a most annoying fellow, especially at his house on Sunday nights, when he had nothing else to do.

Darcy smiled, and Elizabeth was about to laugh, but felt that he seemed a little angry, and suppressed it.Miss Bingley was annoyed to see him being made fun of, and blamed her brother for making such a foolish talk. Darcy said: I understand what you mean, Bingley, you don't like debate, and you want to suppress it. Maybe I am.Debates are often like arguments, and I would be most grateful if you and Miss Bennet could hold off on arguing until after I have walked out of the room.After I go out, you can say whatever you like about me. Elizabeth said: It is no loss to me if you do this; Mr. Darcy had better go and write the letter. Mr. Darcy followed her advice and went to finish the letter. When the matter was over, and Darcy asked Miss Bingley and Miss Elizabeth to give him a little music, Miss Bingley walked briskly up to the piano, and, after a few civilities, asked Elizabeth to take the lead, Elizabeth was still more polite and more She declined cordially, and then Miss Bingley sat down at the piano. Mrs. Hurst sang for her sister.While the two sisters played, Elizabeth leafed through some music books on the piano, and saw Mr. Darcy's eyes always looking at her.If the great man looked at her out of admiration, she would not have dared to expect it; but it would be even more implausible to say that Darcy looked at her because he hated her. .In the end, she was compelled to think so; she had attracted Darcy's attention probably because he thought her more disagreeable than any one else in the room.After she made this assumption, she didn't feel any pain, because she didn't like him at all, so she didn't care about his attention. After Miss Bingley played some Italian songs, she changed the mood by some lively Scottish pieces.After a while, Mr. Darcy came up to Elizabeth and said to her: "Miss Bennet, don't you really want to take this opportunity to dance a Scotch dance?" Elizabeth did not answer him, but smiled.Seeing her silence, he felt a little strange, so he asked her again. Oh, she said, I heard it long ago; but I was not sure how to answer you.Of course, I know you want me to answer yes, then you will despise my vulgar taste, so that you can make yourself proud, but unfortunately I always like to expose people's tricks and play tricks on those who want to despise people. people.Therefore, I resolve to tell you that I don't like Scotch dancing at all; and now you will not dare to despise me. Really dare not. Elizabeth, who had intended to embarrass him, froze at his thoughtfulness.Elizabeth, however, was always gentle and well-behaved, not offending anyone easily, and Darcy was fascinated by her more than any woman had ever fascinated him before.He could not help thinking solemnly, if her relatives had not come from humble birth, I would be in danger. Miss Bingley was very jealous when she saw this scene, or it can be said that she was seriously suspicious, so she was jealous from suspicion.So the more she wanted to drive Elizabeth away, the more she wished that her good friend Jane would recover from her illness as soon as possible. In order to provoke Darcy to dislike this guest, she used to gossip that he and Elizabeth would be happy in the end, and guessed how much happiness this marriage would bring to Darcy. The next day Miss Bingley and Darcy were walking in the undergrowth. Miss Bingley said: "I hope that one day when things come to pass, you will gently advise your mother-in-law to be careful in her speech. And your sisters-in-law, if you can, you'd better cure them of their obsession with pursuing officers.There is one more thing, I am really embarrassed to say it; Madam Zun has a little temper, seems to be conceited, and seems not to be polite, you have to try your best to help her restrain herself. Do you have any other advice on promoting the happiness of my family? Oh, there are.Do hang your aunts and uncles in the Pemberley Gallery, next to the portrait of your lord great-uncle the judge.You know that they are all colleagues, but in different departments.As for Mrs. Elizabeth, don't let anyone else paint her. Which artist in the world can paint her beautiful eyes so lifelike? The look of those eyes was not easy to describe; but the shape and color of them, and her lashes, were so wonderful that they might be. While they were talking vigorously, they suddenly saw Mrs. Hurst and Elizabeth coming from another road. Miss Bingley greeted them hastily, saying: I didn't know you wanted to go out for a walk, and she said this with a little anxiety, for she was afraid they might have heard what she had just said. You are too sorry for us, replied Mrs. Hurst, and went out without telling us. Then she took Darcy's free arm, and left Elizabeth to go alone.The road happened to only allow three people to walk side by side.Mr. Darcy thought they were too presumptuous, and said: This road is too narrow for all of us to walk side by side. Why don't we go to the avenue? Elizabeth did not want to stay with them, but when she heard this, she said with a smile: No, no; you just walk here.The three of you walk so beautifully together, and it's brilliant.Add a fourth person and the picture is ruined.goodbye. So she ran away triumphantly.As she walked, she was glad to think that she would be home in a day or two.Jane was so much better that she wanted to go out of the room that night and play with it for two hours.