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Ignorance and Irony - Chapter 3 (Part 1)

April 20, 2017 06:25PM
Chapter 3 (Part 1) – New Suitors

Netherfield, October 24th, 1811

The next morning, Jane actually woke and dressed before Elizabeth. Elizabeth was quite pleased with her recovery and said as much. Jane smiled as she replied, “I am quite pleased myself. I am still quite tired, but feel well enough to go home now.” She then started to blush, “We have trespassed on Mr. Bingley’s goodness too long. I also know you wish to be home.”

Sighing, Elizabeth said, “Indeed, I am. I received a letter from Grandfather yesterday and wish to respond today.”

Instantly contrite, Jane cried, “Oh Lizzy! You need not have waited! I would have understood your need to write last night!”

Laughing, she replied, “It was not needed, I assure you! I know I stayed up rather late the night before, but it will not be necessary for this one. I much rather would spend time with you. Grandfather can wait a few more hours until we get home. Should I write to Uncle for the carriage?” She asked as they gained the stairs.

“Carriage?” called out Mr. Bingley. He offered his arms to both ladies and escorted them down the stairs. Hardly ever taking his eyes off Jane, he asked, “Surely you are not leaving?”

Blushing, Jane responded, “I think it best. I feel well enough to travel. I have inconvenienced enough people for my illness: you, your sisters, and my cousin. I am anxious to return to my home.”

“Nonsense! You have not been an inconvenience at all!” cried Mr. Bingley as he and the ladies entered the breakfast room.

“Miss Bennet and Miss Eliza, are you planning on leaving us this morning?” asked Caroline, who came in behind the trio.

It was Elizabeth who answered, “We think it best, Miss Bingley. We appreciate your hospitality though. We would like to depart after breakfast.”

Smiling, Miss Bingley said, “Of course, will your Uncle be sending a carriage then?”

Before either girl could answer, Mr. Bingley stated emphatically, “If you are to leave me…I mean us, today, I insist you use my carriage! It is almost new and ever so comfortable. Mr. Bennet need not be disturbed.”

Elizabeth realized that this would make it impossible for her aunt to refuse the carriage again, and she quickly accepted on behalf of Jane and herself.

During breakfast it was obvious that Mr. Bingley was going to spend the majority of the time he had left with Jane, Elizabeth reconciled herself to her conversation with Louisa being interrupted often by Caroline. However, it seemed that Miss Bingley was happy that Elizabeth had chosen to ignore Mr. Darcy and so opted to gain his interest instead, however, still unhappy that Elizabeth was still with them, Caroline felt it necessary to continue to point out the differences in their places.

While Miss Bingley kept was interrupting Mr. Darcy’s morning paper, Louisa asked Elizabeth, “You are probably anxious to return home? I know I always am whenever we must visit others for any amount of time.”

A little taken back at her preference, Elizabeth said, “I had thought that you appreciated traveling? However, I will admit, London does draw me to it sometimes as well.”


“Yes, is that not where you live?”

Smiling in recognition, Louisa said, “Oh yes. We have spent quite a bit of time there this past year; I can understand how you would think we live there. We do own a house in London but are seldom there. Harold and I have an estate in Shropshire. It is Charles’s London home we have been staying in while in town.”

“Really, and you prefer your country home to that of town?” asked a surprise Elizabeth.

Laughing, Mrs. Hurst stated, “I cannot say that I enjoy London while there. There are always too many parties to attend, too many events one must got to and rarely any peace. I am sure I would enjoy it more if there was not as much to do. Yes, I do like Blackridge, which is the Hurst estate, in Shropshire.”

Elizabeth immediately became alarmed. Her thoughts immediately went to her cousins the Talbots, who live in Shropshire during the winter. She had never heard of Blackridge, but if it was in near the Earl of Shrewsbury’s estate, surely Mrs. and Mr. Hurst were aware of her grandfather. She thought furiously to remember if she had mentioned anything during the past week that she had described her grandfather as James Talbot.

Thankfully, Mrs. Hurst failed to see the look of concern on Elizabeth’s face while watching her sister fawn over Mr. Darcy, she continued, “I do appreciate finer things, Miss Bennet, however, I would beg that you do not study my character or that of my husband while here. I am afraid we would fall short of the mark.”

“I do not believe I understand you?” Lizzy commented, now a little wary of being so open with Mrs. Hurst.

Sighing, Louisa only said, “I am often judged on my closeness with my sister. I can only hope you will judge me based on my own character, rather than any perceived closeness with my sister.”

Inwardly Elizabeth sighed with relief, outwardly she responded, “Of course!” Not being able to resist a tease, she added, “Only if you do the same. People assume, after meeting my serene cousin, that I am just as polite and angelic.”

It was Miss Bingley who interrupted after overhearing the last remark, and added, “Of course, Miss Elizabeth, we would never mistake you for dear Jane.”

Elizabeth chose to ignore the blatant slight and was amused when Louisa responded to her sister, “Yes, what a world would this be if we all resembled our relations?”

All of the ladies were caught off guard when Mr. Darcy, who had been listening to their conversation half laughed.

Miss Bingley immediately latched onto his amusement and cried, “What do you find so humorous, Mr. Darcy? Please share, let us all laugh together!”

Mr. Darcy looked up from his newspaper and looked from one lady to the next, and finally replied, “I simply imagined myself as one of my own cousins who is a Colonel in the army; we are nothing alike.”

Bingley cried out, “That would be funny! You dressed in a red coat!”

Darcy inclined his head with a smile, and said, “Indeed, red would not look well on me.”

Bingley continued, “How is your cousin? Is he back from the lower counties yet?”

“Yes, he returned to London a few weeks before we left,” Darcy responded.

“A pleasant man, for a military man,” added Caroline.

“What does his being in the military have to do with his manner or character, Caroline?” inquired Louisa.

Caroline only looked at her sister with confusion. Louisa asked again, “You said ‘for a military man’ Darcy’s cousin was pleasant. What does his position in the military have to do with his character or manners?”

Caroline only shrugged and flippantly replied, “I have not met many who are in the military who are not boring. The military, I find, house some of the most uncultured and sophisticated men”

Elizabeth snorted slightly at the slight to the military. She attempted to cover the noise with her napkin.

Miss Bingley heard the sound and leveled a glare at Elizabeth and asked, “Do you not believe me, Miss Eliza? I assure you, their ranks are made up of second or third sons who have no prospects and must make their way in the world.”

Elizabeth looked down to where Jane had been quietly speaking with Mr. Bingley. Jane only gave Elizabeth a warning look that implied she should be careful as to her response. However before Elizabeth could respond, Mr. Darcy calmly stated, “I have always found the opposite to be true. While Richard may be a second son, he was still raised in the same environment of intelligence and influence as his elder brother the Viscount.”

Elizabeth smiled widely down to where Mr. Darcy sat, momentarily catching the man off guard. However, he quickly resumed his set down and added, “In fact, I have found many of the officer’s he invites to social gatherings at his family home or even to dinner with Georgiana and myself to be quite intelligent; even more so than many of my acquaintances in the ton.”

“I believe, Mr. Darcy, that Miss Bingley was referring to their manners not their intelligence,” she said as she smiled widely at Miss Bingley, “Is that not right, Miss Bingley? You used the words ‘uncultured’ and ‘unsophisticated’. However, I would have to disagree with you Miss Bingley. My Uncle has been in the army for many years. He may choose to be blunt, abrupt, and quick to make decisions, but that is due to his years of his survival and those of his men have depended upon it.”

Miss Bingley realized she had inadvertently insulted Mr. Darcy’s cousin and so sought to amend her mistake by focusing on Elizabeth and asked, “The Colonel is an intelligent man, I never met to imply otherwise Mr. Darcy. However, Elizabeth,” she continued with a sly smile, “You never mentioned having an uncle these past days. Am I to presume he is not related to your Bennet relations?”

Elizabeth smiled and replied, “No, he is my grandfather’s brother.”

“Ah! And is he still in the army?”

“Yes,” replied Elizabeth.

At this response it was Mr. Darcy who asked, “Really? Where is he stationed? Perhaps Richard knows him?”

Elizabeth laughed and replied, “He is currently stationed in London but visiting my grandfather. I am sure if your cousin met my uncle he would remember him. Uncle Robert has a very unforgettable personality.”

Mr. Bingley called out cheerily, “Let us hope it is not that Colonel who Richard angered recently!”

Mr. Darcy smiled and replied, “That was Colonel Archibald Wharton, and I assure you it was not their first argument.”

“Not his first?” inquired Elizabeth.

Mr. Darcy sighed and said hesitantly, “Richard and Wharton have a history that one could call…disagreeable. Suffice it to say, both man do not like each other and both have the types of tempers that could be termed resentful. Although, it takes more to lose Richard’s esteem and respect. In that we are alike.”

Elizabeth only raised an eyebrow and replied, “I thought you said you were nothing alike?”

Mr. Darcy considered his response for a moment and replied, “In mannerisms we are very different. Richard is as open and as friendly as Bingley. He has the ability of making friends wherever he goes. However, we are alike in the way of resentful temperaments: our good opinions, once lost, are lost forever.”

“That is a failing indeed,” replied Elizabeth.

Mr. Darcy hurried to add, “Everyone has some sort of failing, Miss Bennet; some sort of defect that they are unable to overcome through education or personal study.”

“Is your defect to hate everybody then?”

“Yours would be to willfully misunderstand them,” he responded with a smile.

His answer caught Elizabeth off guard. She felt she had a clear understanding of his character and it was being proven correct every time she met with him. Elizabeth allowed her mind to drift in and out of the conversation for the rest of the visit. The fact that not only was Mr. Darcy paying attention to her conversation but also that he made a joke at his own expense was a little baffling to her. Then for him to state she was willfully misunderstanding him? It was in a state of distraction Elizabeth finally was able to leave Netherfield with Jane in tow. While Elizabeth proceeded to think about all that she had heard and learned while at Netherfield, Jane’s thoughts were full of Mr. Bingley.

Unbeknownst to Jane or Elizabeth, they were much on the minds of the Netherfield party as well. Mr. Bingley was extremely disappointed to see Jane leave. Mr. Darcy was pleased at their departure; he felt he could let his guard down a little more. Each day he became more and more concerned about his growing regard and respect for Miss Elizabeth. Miss Bingley was pleased that the Bennet ladies were finally gone and that her brother would not be near Jane anymore; she also noted Darcy’s apparent infatuation with Elizabeth and was pleased to see her rival leave.

It was Louisa who was greatly disappointed at Elizabeth’s departure. Her initial presence unsettled her. When Caroline had asked Darcy if he would wish his sister to come visit him while he was ill, Louisa had asked herself the same question; she realized what a comfort that would been during her own recent illness. It was then that Louisa had recognized her sister’s complete disregard for Louisa’s health and she found herself slightly jealous of the relationship that Elizabeth and Jane had with one another. This realization had Louisa questioning her relationship with Caroline. After a week of seeing the obvious care and affection Jane and Elizabeth had developed one for the other, Louisa recognized she was missing something in her life.

As she started to get to know Elizabeth, she had realized that Lizzy did not hold a very good opinion of her sister. It was plain to see when she spoke with Caroline. For some reason Louisa did not want Elizabeth to think badly of her. As she watched her brother’s carriage leave with the Bennet cousins, Louisa thought, I believe I should like being her friend.

Longbourn, October 26th, 1811

Elizabeth was pleased to finally be able to respond to her grandfather. It had been two days since her return to Longbourn and she felt she had not had a moment’s peace. From the moment she and Jane had returned, Mrs. Bennet had started lecturing them on coming back without engagements.

Francis Bennet was not a wit but was a source of perpetual enjoyment of her niece and husband. Whereas Mr. Bennet would take any opportunity to tease his wife in regards to her nerves, Elizabeth only rarely ever used them to her advantage. “Aunt Fanny! You would wish me to marry Mr. Darcy? I had thought you did not like him!” teased Elizabeth when she felt she could not ignore her aunt anymore. “Think of what it would to do your nerves having to be subjected to the odious man!”

“You are right, of course,” Mrs. Bennet replied, “He does tax ones’ sanity and manners. However, I understand that his estate, Pemberbrook, is in the north. For your future happiness, I would be more than happy to see you sparingly,” seeing the look of horror on both Jane and Elizabeth’s faces she added quickly, “I would of course, write to you as often as I could. But you must see the benefit in marrying someone like him!”

Elizabeth was in a state of shock: her aunt actually thought marrying Mr. Darcy would be a benefit to her? She was so stunned the only response she could think of was to correct her aunt, “Pemberley, Aunt.”

“Excuse me?”

“Pemberley, his home in Derbyshire is called Pemberley.”

“Ah!” the elder lady said as she nodded, “Derbyshire is a good three days’ carriage ride, two if you have good horses and excellent roads. He is worth £10,000 per year my dear and strikes me as a very bookish type. You have a pleasing figure and would be more likely to pique his interest than either of my younger girls. Mary is too plain to be the wife of someone so rich. No, he will do very well for you, my dear.” Mrs. Bennet then started to scold Elizabeth and added, “If only you had used your time more to your and Jane’s advantage! You should have spent more time in the evenings with the men!”

Mrs. Bennet started warming to the subject and continued, “Indeed, you should have brought up Jane’s goodness, kindness and beauty whenever you could near Mr. Bingley. For Mr. Darcy, I am sure a few conversations on books, or farming would pique his interest.”

“Mama!” finally exclaimed Jane.

“Don’t you ‘Mama’ me! You had a perfectly good excuse to get closer to Mr. Bingely, and what did you do? Squander it! Barely leaving your room for six days! Unbelievable!” Mrs. Bennet started waving her napkin around as if it were a weapon and added, “I am so abused! I have two perfectly good children in the vicinity of two perfect men, and what do they do? Ignore each other! My nerves! Oh!” Waving her napkin like a flag she cried, “Oh! I give up on you! When your father dies, we will all be in the hedgerows and it will be both of your faults!”

Elizabeth by this time had recovered from her shock at being paired with Mr. Darcy by her aunt and turned to her Uncle to have him intervene. Mr. Bennet simply raised an eyebrow at his niece and said, “Yes, indeed Elizabeth, whatever shall we do if you never marry?”

Elizabeth simply rolled her eyes and attempted to finish her dinner. After which, she excused herself from company to finally return the letter to her grandfather. As she sat with the fresh blank stationary in front of her, she finally felt the hilarity of the situation and opted to tease her grandfather with it. As she responded to the week old letter, Elizabeth allowed herself to relax. There is something so…calming about returning to one’s home. Life will return to normal now.

As it happens in most situations where one is ready for life to settle down, it did not. Over the course of the next few weeks, Elizabeth felt herself being pulled in many different directions. Mary’s unofficial courtship with the Reverend Forsythe became official and he could be found at the dinner table, lunch table, or even at tea at least twice a week. Elizabeth often offered to chaperone the two when they would go out walking. When she was not with Mary, Catherine had started requesting more of her time. Between the Italian and French language books James’ had sent, Elizabeth found her evenings full of language lessons with her youngest cousin.

That is not to mention, the teas, and the times Mrs. Bennet required her presence to call on their neighbors, Elizabeth found very little time to herself. Even though Elizabeth was pleased for her cousin Mary, and delighted at the improvement in Catherine’s character, she could not help but lament her solitude.

Longbourn, Hertfordshire
November 16, 1811


First, it is my turn to apologize for the delay in returning your letter. So much has happened in the past few weeks I have found that I have little time to myself. I am pleased, however, that you are enjoying yourself with Eddy.

It is somewhat of an oddity, however: I have been very busy here but as I sit here to write to you about how I fill my days, there is not much to tell. Mary has, as you know by now, been spending much of her time, and mine if I am honest, with her good Parson. It has been wonderful to see the two young lovers fall more in love. Watching Mary blossom into a very caring young women has been a blessing and humbling experience.

Our Mary divides her time with visiting tenants, learning about herbal healing from Lady Lucas, and learning how to economize and run a home with Uncle. Catherine, when not drawing everything she can, spends much of her mornings with Mary in order to help Mary with her more charitable endeavors. Catherine in these few short weeks has become very proficient with those charcoals you sent and wishes to gift you with one of her drawings. I believe it is the requested copy of Longbourn for your study at Heythrop. However, she wishes it to be perfect before she sends it to you. You will have to be patient a little while longer.

Jane has been visiting with the Bingley sisters quite a few times since our return to Longbourn. Apparently, Miss Bingley does not like to ride and Louisa does. So Jane spends tea with Caroline and then goes riding with Louisa. I have been invited multiple times and am quite sorry that I have been too busy to get to know Louisa more. She struck me as a very honorable interesting lady. I would like to know her better.

If only my presence were not required in so many places; and now it seems, my time is even less my own. Yesterday, we met our formidable cousin, Mr. Collins, during lunch. You are more than aware of whom he is, I suppose. We were only just informed yesterday morning that he is the man who will inherit Longbourn. From the letter he sent Uncle, he seemed to be an oddity. Have you met? I find myself exasperated with Uncle. He did not give us very much time between when he informed us of Cousin Collin’s inheritance and when the man himself showed up.

After witnessing Aunt Fanny’s immediate reaction to the news and her meeting of the new gentleman, I can understand his scheme a little better. He informed us of our cousin’s arrival yesterday, but never mentioned he was Uncle’s heir until about thirty minutes before the man himself showed up at the door. I assure you, Aunt Fanny was exceedingly put out and her nerves were so vexed! She was complaining about the man right up until Mr. Collins was announced.

I will admit I was not expecting much in the way of intelligence due to his letter. I was not far wrong. He came in last evening, waxing poetic and paying compliments to my cousins and me. I believe my favorite of his praises was directed toward Aunt Fanny and her “excellent boiled potatoes”. Soon after he completed those, Mr. Collins began to be equally effusive toward his patroness: Lady Catherine De Bourgh. I wonder: are you acquainted with her?

The majority of his conversation was actually in regards to his wish to marry; or rather his patroness’ wish that he marry. Here I must impart some very distressing notions: both he and aunt have decided that I will be his wife. Neither, of course, has asked for my wishes. My first inclination when I realized their designs was to laugh out loud. After being the center of his attention for an entire evening, I have become somewhat concerned and my humor has been lost to me.

I spoke to Uncle about this last night. He assures me nothing will come of Collins’ attention and since he is only to be here for a fortnight, I could very well tolerate his presence. I reminded him I am not Jane and cannot tolerate everyone with equanimity.

In an effort to redirect his attentions, I approached Aunt Fanny this morning. I thought that maybe if I pointed out the differences in our temperaments, she would help redirect his attention elsewhere. Unfortunately, Aunt feels that his offer will be the best I can ever hope to receive. I almost told her about my inheritance…almost.

“Lizzy! You will walk into Meryton with your cousins!”

“Aunt, I would love to accompany them, however, I need–”

“To chaperone your younger cousins with Mr. Collins into town for their errands.” Mrs. Bennet finished Elizabeth’s sentence quite forcefully.

Elizabeth sighed, largely due to her aunt’s obvious match making attempt, but somewhat in frustration at her inability to finish her letter to her grandfather. Jane saw her frustration and offered to walk with them and simply ignored her mother’s attempts to keep her home.

“Come along then! Kitty, Lydia, what are your plans in town?” she asked as she rose from her chair in the sitting room.

While Jane was speaking with her sisters, Mr. Collins approached Elizabeth, “Cousin Elizabeth, let me take this opportunity to give you my condolences on your late father and mother. As Lady Catherine always says, it is great tragedy when a parent must leave a child during his or her childhood. You really were put at a disadvantage were you not?”

“I do not know what you mean, Mr. Collins,” she responded as she picked up her stationary and attempted to hide the letter she had yet to finish.

“Why to be so dependent upon your cousins’ generosity. I understand Mr. Bennet took you in when you were nothing more than a baby. When I told Lady Catherine about Mr. Bennet’s kindness and generosity, she gave him her compliments.” Mr. Collins preened as he mentioned his patroness.

“Mr. Bennet may have ‘taken me in’ as you call it, but I am not reliant upon his generosity.” Elizabeth responded, “My grandfather, who is my guardian, allows me to remain here to be close to my Bennet relations because I wish it, not by necessity.”

“Of-f cour-rse he does,” Collins stammered, not knowing how to respond. “I do not believe I have had the pleasure of being introduced to him yet. Does he live in the area?”

Smiling, she continued, “I do feel their ‘generosity’, as you call it, very much. I am simply fortunate to be able to choose for myself where I reside. As to my grandfather, he is in Oxford at the moment.” Then pointing toward the foyer, she stated, “But we are holding up my cousins. Mr. Collins, are you ready to walk into town?”

“Of course! I would not wish to delay anyone!”

“Then let us be off.”

“Lizzy! I must speak with you a moment about the work in the Reverend’s rose garden!” Mary stated calmly, with a slight blush at referring to good Parson, as Collins and Lizzy approached the group.

“Alright. Mary, I was not aware that you would be joining us in town?” She responded and linked arms with Mary. This left Mr. Collins to follow the group as the ladies walked outside.

The walk into town, from anyone watching the group, could be described as an uncoordinated and awkward dance. Every now and then Mr. Collins would be successful and gain Elizabeth’s side. Once his objective was complete, Jane or Mary would make some comment toward either Lizzy or Mr. Collins causing yet another shift in walking partners. So it was, by the time the group made town, Mr. Collins was unable to have much conversation at all with Elizabeth. It was when they reached town that the group started to break up that Mr. Collins found his opportunity and firmly planted himself next to Elizabeth.

“Denny!” called Lydia. Kitty recognized most of the men in the party and started to turn bright red. Lydia noticed her elder sister’s preoccupation with one of the men in the group and asked, “Kitty, who is that with Lt. Sanderson and Denny? He would be handsome if he was in a uniform, but since he is, you may have him.”

“Lydia! Lower your voice! That is not ladylike!” exclaimed Kitty. Elizabeth was just about to admonish both for their loud voices, when Lt. Sanderson, Lt. Denny, and the unknown man approached the group.

Lydia cried, “Lt. Denny! Lt. Sanderson! We were just on our way to meet you! But who have you here?” Turning to the new man, she asked, “You’re not in regimentals! How do you know our friends?”

“Mr. Wickham, please let me introduce you to Miss Jane Bennet, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Miss Mary Bennet, Miss Kitty Bennet, and Miss Lydia Bennet,” Smiled Lt. Sanderson, “Mr. Bennet owns a small estate just outside of town called Longbourn.”

“How do you do Mr. Wickham,” said Jane. As the girls curtseyed to the officers, Jane continued and offered, “Let me introduce our cousin who is visiting us, the Reverend Mr. Collins.”

At this point Mary had whispered to Lizzy that she had ordered some new sheet music and wanted to go pick it up, as she turned around the leave she almost ran smack into Mr. Bingley and his horse.

“Oh Dear! I am so sorry Miss Mary! It seems I am forever trying to run you over!” he exclaimed cheerfully.

“No, Mr. Bingley, it was once again my fault, I should have been more aware of those behind me,” she responded and smiled as she curtseyed, “I must beg your leave, I have an errand to run.”

“Of course!” Turning to Miss Bennet, he stated, “This was very fortuitous, Darcy and I were on our way to visit your family and ask after your health Miss Bennet.”

At that moment, Elizabeth turned to see Mr. Darcy leading his own horse up behind Mr. Bingley’s, only to find a look of pure unhidden hatred in his eyes as he recognized Mr. Wickham. She immediately turned to look at Mr. Wickham to find a multitude of feelings cross his face from fear, hatred, and triumph. Before she could turn back to look at Mr. Darcy again, he had retreated to his horse and left at a full gallop.

Lizzy could not fathom what had made him leave so abruptly. What could he mean by it? A few hours later, on her way home she was satisfied to allow Mr. Collins speak almost solely of whatever he wished. She simply could not get the meeting of Mr. Wickham and Mr. Darcy out of her head. They must know each other. Mr. Wickham seems so pleasant. What on earth could have happened that would cause Mr. Darcy to be so abrupt? He is rude and condescending to be sure, but I have never seen him act so precipitously.

When they arrived home, Mr. Collins was so tired, having never walked as much as he had that day, he decided to take a short rest before they went to the Philips’s for a card party.

Elizabeth was pleased at this development. As soon as the party had returned home, Mr. Collins retreated to his room. Mrs. Bennet immediately blamed Elizabeth and spent a good fifteen minutes lecturing her on how to catch Mr. Collins. It was with a grateful heart that Elizabeth was finally able to escape her Aunt’s company when her Aunt was called away with an emergency in the household books; silently, Elizabeth promised to give a gift to Mrs. Hill for her continued efforts toward peace in the Bennet household.

Elizabeth retreated to her own room, but on the way passed Mary’s room and was surprised to see Kitty sitting on her elder sister’s window ledge with her sketch book laying open in her lap. Elizabeth entered the room quietly and was able to take a look at the book on Kitty’s lap before Kitty even realized she was there. With all the time Kitty and Mary had been spending together, Elizabeth had actually been surprised that the two had not decided to share a room. The relationship between Kitty and Lydia was deteriorating as fast as the relationship between Mary and Kitty was growing.

“Lt. Sanderson should be proud to have such a handsome drawing made of him,” Elizabeth stated. “Your sketches of people are getting better and better.”

Kitty simply blushed but quietly replied, “Thank you, however, I doubt he would be so proud to be on my mind.”

Elizabeth, with an eyebrow rose in question, asked, “What does that mean?”

Kitty simply shrugged and shut her sketchbook. Elizabeth asked again, “Kitty, why would anyone not be honored by your attention?”

Rising from her seat, Kitty stated, “He made it perfectly clear he prefers Lydia. They all prefer Lydia.”

Kitty made a move to leave the room, when Mary came in the door. Mary instantly saw Kitty’s attempt to leave and the look on Elizabeth’s face. Kitty scowled at Mary when Mary closed the door and stood in front of it.

Elizabeth was not about to let Kitty leave without explaining herself, “Kitty,” she started, “Please tell me what you mean.”

Kitty by this time, had adverted her eyes from both her sister and cousin and was valiantly trying not to cry, it was only after Mary inquired softly as to what was going on, that Kitty looked up at Elizabeth and everyone could see the tears welling in her eyes. To Elizabeth she said, “He would not even speak with me. Between him, Denny, and Mr. Wickham, no one even realized I was there.” Turning to Mary she said, “I should have simply gone with you to pick up your music.”

Mary immediately went and put her arms around her younger sister. As she held Kitty, she spoke to Elizabeth over the younger girl’s head, “Kitty was excited to go to town. She was greatly anticipating seeing Lt. Sanderson. It was a disappointment not to be able to do that this morning.”

Elizabeth finally realized the problem and said, “Kitty, do you think that the Lt. wanted to speak with Lydia?”

“If Mr. Collins had not had your attention, you would have seen how he only spoke with her,” cried Kitty softly.

“And if you had stopped and really looked at the situation, you would have realized that it was Lydia who dominated the entire conversation, neither Lt. Denny nor Mr. Wickham were able to get a word in edgewise. Lydia commanded the entire conversation.” Elizabeth paused for a moment and added, “Now that I think back on it, Lydia kept throwing you looks. I believe she may have been doing it on purpose. Does she know of your partiality toward the lieutenant?”

Kitty sniffled as she asked, “I do not know but what does that have to do with anything?”

Elizabeth laughed and replied, “Lydia may have no more interest in Lt. Sanderson than she does in your hats.”

Mary laughed at the comparison, while Kitty looked on the scene quietly, confusion written across her forehead.

Elizabeth explained herself, “You do know why Lydia keeps stealing your hats, right?”

“She looks better in them.”

Elizabeth laughed and replied, “It is a little bit more than that,” she raised an eyebrow as she added, “After all, you saw her in that yellow hat you made last. You were right to say it made her look sick.” The three ladies chuckled at the memory. Elizabeth continued, “She takes your best hats, prettiest dresses, daintiest shoes, and everything else you look better in because she does not want you to have the attention. She wants it all to herself. It does not matter if she actually likes the item! The point she wants made is that she gets the attention.”

It took a moment for Kitty to realize what Elizabeth was saying, finally she asked, “So, she does not like Lt. Sanderson? She was only monopolizing his attention so that he could not speak with me?”

Elizabeth nodded, but added, “Yes. As for whether or not she actually likes the lieutenant, I could not say. Lydia may. However, after what I witnessed this morning, she may be more attracted to the newest addition, Mr. Wickham, than your Lt. Sanderson. It was apparent that man wished to speak with you. Did you not see how Sanderson kept looking back at you every time Lydia spoke? It was clear that manners and duty required him to answer Lydia.”

Mary smiled and added, “Why do you not find out tonight? I met Aunt Philip’s outside the bookshop this afternoon. She had just come from meeting with Colonel Forster; she informed me she invited all of the officers to her card party this afternoon. With so many officers in one room,
Lydia will not be able to capture all of their attention. You may be able to spend more time with the Lieutenant there.”

Kitty started to bite the corner of her lip, “I do not know Mary. I’m not very good at conversation, especially without Lydia around.”

Mary snorted and replied, “No one can be good at conversation with Lydia around. As for your own ability, maybe it is time you practiced more –” Before Mary could finish her sentence, Mrs. Hill knocked on the door and poked her head in, “Miss Mary, Reverend Forsythe is here to see you. Are you available?”

“Oh dear!” Mary cried as she jumped up, “Michael and I were going to take a walk this afternoon before the party.” She rushed out of the room as she cried, “Jane was going to chaperone us!”

Elizabeth and Kitty laughed at the vision of their most practical sister rushing out in such a hurried manner, only to rush back in to check her hair and outfit in the mirror. Elizabeth sat holding Kitty’s shoulder for a few more minutes before she said, “Kitty, why do you like the lieutenant?”

Kitty because painfully shy. Having never discussed the reasons to like a person before, she felt at a loss for words. Elizabeth spoke up and offered, “We both know you find him attractive, but what attracted you to him in the first place. Was it his looks, or something else?”

Kitty started to play with Mary’s bedspread, tracing, the quilted blocks. Elizabeth prompted her, “Why do not we try this: when did you first notice him? How did you meet him? Through Lydia?”

“No.” she said quietly and then sighed, “It was a few days after the militia arrived. You were still at Netherfield with Jane, and Mary had found some new simpler pieces for her to practice on the pianoforte. Lydia had wanted to go early to meet some of the officers, and was to meet up with Mariah to see if they could catch them before they got dressed.”

She started to blush at the memory, “Father told her that it was inappropriate but Lydia was determined. I found myself alone that morning. I chose instead to walk and took my sketchbook instead. Somehow, I ended up at the top of the hill near the Goulding’s estate, which overlooks the encampment. I was quite surprised at how near to the hill the soldier’s tents were.” She hurriedly added, “Not so near that I could make anyone out though!” After a few seconds of silence she said quietly, “It was so peaceful right there, even with all the movement down at the camp. I was…inspired, and wished to capture the moment. It was like looking at a flurry of movement with no sound.”

Elizabeth smiled at her younger cousin, and asked, “Why do I feel like something happened?”

Kitty started to laugh, “Because something did! I had found a perfect tree stump on which to sit. It was barely wide enough though, and I found myself trying to keep my balance as I sat and tried to draw. It was perfect; I was close enough to the camp that I did not want to disturb them, and felt the bushes that were to my left hid me well enough. I had almost finished the drawing when all of a sudden, I heard someone speak.”

The young girl smiled at the memory, “Apparently, the Colonel had seen my drawing but could not make me out and sent the lieutenant to determine friend or foe. He admitted to having watched me draw for a few minutes and had not wanted to startle me but startle me he did! When he spoke, I was given such a fright and I was sitting so tenuously on that stump…I jumped and promptly landed very inelegantly next to it.”

She turned to Elizabeth and said, “He was very solicitous and kind. He helped me up and even grabbed my fallen sketchbook and wiped it off. Before the lieutenant returned it to me, he flipped through it. When I finally got it back, he complimented my drawings and we spoke for quite a while.” She hesitated for only a second before turning her head away from Lizzy and concluding, “I felt for the first time like someone had seen me, not Lydia, not as one of the Bennet girls, but me: Catherine.”

“And you have not been able to stop thinking about him since?” asked Elizabeth kindly. When Kitty shook her head, she said, “Well, that is good. Have you been able to speak with him since that encounter?”

“A few times, but not for very long,” she admitted, “Each time, Mary and I have either been leaving and needed elsewhere or Lydia was there.”

“And you would like to?”

“Of course!” cried Kitty, “I like him! I like his smile; he may not have Mr. Bingley’s extremely amiable but I like his looks.” She threw her hands up in defeat as she concluded with a cry, “I would love to get to know him more, but I have no idea how to go about it!”

Elizabeth started laughing at her cousin’s obvious frustration.

“Lizzy, it isn’t funny!”

“I’m sorry Kitty, but I feel you are making the proverbial mountain out of mole hill!” responded Elizabeth, “If you want to get to know him, it is simple: talk to him.”

“What do I say? What do I ask? How do I act?” asked Kitty with frustration, “I have never made conversation before without Lydia, and I do not know where to start!”

“Yes you do, and you have,” calmly replied Elizabeth, “You spoke with him on the hill about your sketching. You said you were there for a while, what else did you two speak of?”

“Nothing of consequence, how he likes the army, why I chose to draw tents, his wish that he could draw…I do not know.” Replied Kitty thoughtfully, “To be honest, we did not speak of anything important.”

“Of course not, you had just met. Do you think that Mary and the Reverend spoke of serious thing the first few times they met? No, they spoke of roses, his family, hers, and daily things.” Elizabeth added for good measure, “And do you think that Jane and Mr. Bingley spoke of serious matters at the very beginning? No! She told me her first conversation with Mr. Bingley was about Meryton and Netherfield and his experiences entering into our society. In fact, their next conversation was about the families in the area because he wanted more information about the families he would be visiting.”

Elizabeth rose and concluded, “I will tell you the same thing I told Mary, the first day I dragged her to help with her Parson’s roses: be yourself and do not try too hard.” As she walked to the door and opened it she added, “Lydia’s flirtations are seen right through by men that matter. She tries too hard. Since you have stated you have no wish to act like Lydia: do not. Stop trying. Be yourself; if your lieutenant has any worth, he will see yours; so be yourself.”

“But mama wants us to marry well…”started Kitty. “I believe that officers are not paid very well, even though mama loves a good red coat,” she smiled as she added the last portion, “surely, she would not be satisfied with a marriage to an officer over someone like Mr. Bingley or Mr. Darcy.”

“Well, you have no fear of being matched with either. Aunt Fanny is so focused on Jane becoming Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Bingley seems to approve of the match, she would never try to set you up together. As for Mr. Darcy, he is more arrogant than even money can excuse him for in your mother’s eyes.” Elizabeth smiled as she added, “You are safe from him as well!”

Elizabeth then rose and said a she started to leave the room, “I am pleased you are thinking intelligently about him. You, of course are right, officers do not get paid very well. Uncle is not rich by any standards, so you are used to a limited budget. However, before you let yourself get too close to Lieutenant Sanderson, you need to determine if you could be comfortable living within his means. After all, not all officers have income outside of the military.”

“And if Sanderson does?” asked Kitty.

“Then you would be very fortunate,” replied Elizabeth, “However, it is something you will need to speak about at some point.” With a wink she added, “I would not speak about such serious things tonight, however. Keep it light, and only a little silly.”

The Philip’s House, November 19th, 1811

Mrs. Eunice Philips is the only sister to Mrs. Bennet. She was visiting her sister in her first year of marriage when she met Mr. Philips of Hertfordshire. They fell in love and married within a few months of their acquaintance. Having no children of their own, Mrs. Philips routinely entertains her neighbors. She was quite put out when she arranged this card party to get to know the newest neighbors, the Netherfield Party, only to find that the Netherfield party had already accepted an invitation to dine at the Goulding’s. Her delight was still evident when she changed her plans and invited all the officers to her home instead.

Elizabeth was looking forward to learning more from the handsome Mr. Wickham. Lydia had stated more than once that she knew he would be there. Lydia was not to be disappointed. As soon as she entered the Philips’ parlor, she saw a huge mass of red coats and standing off to the side was Mr. Wickham. As Lydia darted in front of Elizabeth to grab Mariah who had already found a group of red coats to speak with, Elizabeth simply shook her head.

Elizabeth smiled as she saw Kitty quietly conversing with Lt. Sanderson. She turned quietly to Mary and said, “Look! He was quick to capture her attention. They are barely away from the entrance to the room. Do you think he was waiting for her?” the two ladies lightly laughed as they watched a slight blush start across Kitty’s face. “Hopefully she will take the advice and I gave her earlier this afternoon.

Curious, Mary asked, “What advice did you give Catherine?”

Laughing in delight at the scene, Elizabeth stated, “Why, the same that I gave you: stop trying so hard.”

The two sisters found a seat near the outer side of the room. Lizzy was looking for Mr. Wickham, and Mary was watching her sister. Finally, Mary interrupted Lizzy’s thoughts, and said quite calmly, “Lizzy, I would have much rather stayed home. I am not playing that new piano piece very well, and had wished to practice it.”

Sensing something else, Lizzy asked, “Which piece?” After Mary named it, Lizzy continued and asked, “I thought you had been practicing that piece for the past week? You play it quite well, I assure you!”

Elizabeth watched as fear and frustration passed over Mary’s face but waited patiently until Mary had gathered her thoughts. When she finally did, they came blurting out, “My playing has improved greatly since you and I have practiced together. But Lizzy, I may be technically proficient but I am by no means pleasantly proficient. While you were tending to Jane, Mariah and Charlotte visited. I asked for an honest appraisal of my abilities on the piece and was given to know that I still had much work to do before I could play it agreeably.”

Elizabeth felt her anger rising and was much discomforted as Charlotte chose that moment to join the group. Fortunately, Charlotte overheard the last statement and attempted to calm Mary fears. Charlotte cried out as she sat next to Mary, “Oh dear! I had hoped you would have taken Mariah’s comments with a grain of salt, because they were not fair. I am so sorry you have been hurting dear!”

“It is alright, Charlotte, you were not the one who made the comments.”

“Well, know that I found your playing delightful. It was much more energetic and fun than your previous songs. Indeed, I think you should plan to play it at the Bingley Ball when they give it. Truly, your playing has greatly improved!”

“I will consider it.”

It was at that moment that the Reverend Forsythe came over and the ladies went quiet. He said, “I hope I did not interrupt, ladies, however, Lady Lucas was just complimenting the improvement of my rose bushes this past year. Even though there is not much that remains of the blooms themselves, she had noticed the change. I informed her of your part, Miss Mary, and offered to retrieve you, to tell her what you did. I will admit: Lady Lucas was looking at me strangely when I tried to explain.”

Mary was grateful for the interruption and pleased that Rev. Forsythe had come to the party. She agreed to go with him.

As Elizabeth watched her cousin walk away, she asked Charlotte, “Do you mind telling me what was said?”

Charlotte sighed, “My sister, it seems, and please do not take this the wrong way, has been spending much time with your cousin Lydia; who it seems is rubbing off on her. Her attitude in the past three weeks has been unsatisfactory. Mother was mortified when I told her…”

Curious now, Elizabeth asked again, “What on earth did she say?”

“Mariah said that Mary need not continue to play the piano, ‘for if that performance was an improvement over previous performances, then Mary must have a deaf ear’. Both she and your cousin Lydia started laughing at Mary. Mary all but ran out of the room. I was so ashamed, we left immediately. Mother and Mariah came back the next day to apologize.”

Elizabeth’s anger rose again, “She said that!”

Charlotte sighed, “Yes. The worst part was that Mary played that song so very well. I enjoyed every minute of it. However, it was not a song one can dance to and therefore Mariah and Lydia decided that because the song was not what they wanted Mary was not playing well.”

Trying to control her anger, Elizabeth said, “I cannot believe Mariah and Lydia would have been so callous!” Then a thought occurred, “Wait, I have not heard of this until now – where was my aunt?”

“Thankfully, once again please pardon me for the comment, she was not at home: Mrs. Bennet was out visiting.”

“Thank heaven for that!”

“Mother and Mariah came back the next day. Mother said Mary was very gracious and accepted the apology as well as forgave Mariah, I had a feeling though, that the comment meant more to her than she was letting on.”

“Mary feels everything acutely right now.”

“Indeed. I am pleased for her and the Reverend though. She seems to be blossoming under his acquaintance!”

Smiling, both ladies watched Mary smiling with Lady Lucas and the Reverend. Elizabeth finally turned to Charlotte and said, “She is. I am quite pleased for her. Did you know she confided in me that if she was not so keen on the Reverend she would have offered to marry Mr. Collins?”

Both ladies turned to the card table where Mrs. Philips had cornered Mr. Collins and was attempting to play a game with him. Elizabeth laughed lightly as she heard Mrs. Philips’ voice ring out, “Oh Mr. Collins! Hearts! Mr. Collins! Hearts!”

“Lizzy, I do not understand why you are not more accepting of Mr. Collins’ suit,” stated Charlotte.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“He is an eligible and respectable gentleman. Once again pardon my bluntness, but you do not seem to have a lot of prospects. I could tell when you entered this evening you were put out with his attentions.”

“Charlotte, I –”

At that moment, Lt. Wickham interrupted the ladies with an apology and was introduced to Miss Lucas. They chatted as friends for a few moments about the surrounding area.

When the topic turned toward the people in the area, Lt. Wickham turned to Elizabeth and asked, “How long has Mr. Darcy been in the neighborhood?”

“About a month,” said Charlotte said.

Elizabeth realized this would be her only opportunity to question the scene she had seen earlier and so was unwilling to let the subject drop, added, “He is a man of very large property in Derbyshire, I understand.”

“Yes,” replied Mr. Wickham, “his estate there is a noble one: a clear ten thousand per year –”

“I am sorry to interrupt Lt. Wickham, but I see my mother needs my presence, pray excuse me.” All three looked to where Mary was still with the Reverend and Lady Lucas who was waving for her daughter to join them.

As Lt. Wickham sat down after rising for Miss Lucas, he continued, “You could not have met with a person more capable of giving you certain information on that person than me, for I have been connected with his family in a particular manner from my childhood.”

After seeing the surprised look on the Elizabeth’s face, Mr. Wickham continued, “You are surprised I see. You probably noticed the cold manner in which we greeted each other this morning? Are you acquainted with Mr. Darcy?”

“As much as I ever wish to be,” cried Elizabeth. “I have spent seven days in the same house with him, and I think him very proud and arrogant.”

“I have known him too long and too well to be a fair judge of his character. It is simply impossible for me to be impartial. In fact, amongst his friends, your opinion would generally astonish most.”

“Why? He is not at all liked in Hertfordshire. Everybody is quite disgusted with his pride. Excepting Jane of course, you will not find anyone with anything good to say about him!”

Mr. Wickham looked somewhat hesitant before he asked, “Do you know if he is to stay in this area long?”

“I do not know how long.” For her own benefit, she added, “I hope your plans will not be affected by his presence!”

“It is not for me to be driven away by Mr. Darcy. If he wishes to avoid see me, he must go. We are not on friendly terms. It always gives me pain to meet him, but I have no reason to avoid him. He has wronged me greatly.” Seeing Elizabeth’s interest, he continued, “His father, Miss Bennet, the late Mr. Darcy, was one of the best men I have ever known. Even though his behavior to me has been cruel, I would have been able to forgive him. However, I will not be able to forgive him for disgracing his good father’s memory.”

Elizabeth did not know how to respond to this statement, so after an encouraging nod, Lt. Wickham continued, “Society, I own, is necessary to me. I must have employment and society. I have never considered a military life; however, the circumstances made themselves available. I was not brought up to be a soldier, but rather I was brought up for the church. In fact, if it were not for the gentleman we were speaking of, I would be in possession of a very valuable living now.”

“Indeed?” Elizabeth was astonished, to say the least. This account was both consistent and inconsistent with Elizabeth’s own observations. On one hand this behavior completely matched her initial reaction to Mr. Darcy’s conceited pride. However, it was not consistent with his constant care while at Netherfield.

“Yes—the late Mr. Darcy was not only excessively attached to me, but he acted like my godfather. He had wised to provide well for me after his death, and therefore included a living to be bequeathed to me in his will: I was to be given the first available living after I had received orders. However, when the living fell vacant, the current Mr. Darcy gave it elsewhere.”

“Good heavens!” cried Elizabeth, “but how could that be? How could a will be disregarded? Why did you not seek legal help?”

“There was just such informality in the terms of the bequest as to give me no hope from the law. A man of honor could not have doubted the intention, but Mr. Darcy chose to doubt it. The truth of the matter is clear, two years ago the living became vacant and I was prepared to claim it, only Mr. Darcy had already given it to someone else. I may have a temper and I may have spoken of my dislike for him, but I am not a resentful person as Darcy is. The fact is: we are very different sort of men and he hates me.”

“This is quite shocking! He deserves to be publicly disgraced!” exclaimed Lizzy.

“At some point he will be, but it will not be by me. Till I can forget his father, I can never defy or expose him.”

Elizabeth liked him even more for such sentiments, and thought him handsomer than ever as he expressed them. They fell silent as Elizabeth digested the information. Finally, she asked, “But what could have been his motive? What could have induced him to behave so cruelly?”

“Simple jealousy: had the late Mr. Darcy liked me less, his son might like me more. However, he hated his father’s uncommon attachment to me. When we were younger, it had always irritated Darcy. I do believe he remains jealous of my relationship with his father.”

“I have never liked him, but I never thought him as bad as this. I had not thought so very ill of him. I had supposed him to be despising the community in general, but did not suspect him of descending to such malicious revenge, as this.” After a few minutes’ reflection, however, she continued, “He did boast, one day at Netherfield, of having an unforgiving temper. His character must be dreadful.”

“I will not trust myself on the subject,” replied Wickham, “I can hardly be just to him.”

Something about the tale did not sit right with Elizabeth. Why would he tell me all of this? Am I not a stranger to him? To Wickham, she asked, “I wonder that Mr. Darcy’s pride would have allowed him to act so unjustly toward you.”

“We are none of us consistent,” replied Wickham, “and in his behavior to me there were stronger impulses even than pride.”

“Has such pride as his have ever done him good?”

Laughing at the question, he responded, “It certainly has not done him ill. I have seen his pride led him to be liberal and generous, give his money freely, and even display hospitality. He assists his tenants, relieves the poor. It is his family pride that drives him. Indeed, he is extremely proud of his sister. He has guardianship over her, and I believe she would describe him as generous and attentive.”

“What sort of girl is Miss Darcy?”

He shook his head, “I wish I could call her amiable. It gives me pain to speak ill of old man Darcy’s children, but she is too much like her brother: very proud. She is a handsome girl; I believe she is around fifteen or sixteen. I have been told she is highly accomplished.”

“Please, Lt. Wickham, I have had too many discussions about accomplishments lately.” Seeing his confusion, she brought the conversation back to Mr. Darcy, “I am astonished at Mr. Darcy’s intimacy with Mr. Bingley! How can Mr. Bingley, who is very amiable, be a friend to such a man? Do you know Mr. Bingley?”

“Not at all.”

“He is a sweet-tempered, amiable, and charming man. He cannot know what Mr. Darcy is.”

“Probably not; but Mr. Darcy can please where he chooses. Normally, Darcy only strives to please those among his equals of consequence.”

It was at that moment that Mr. Collins chose to join Elizabeth and Wickham. Resigning herself to including her cousin into their conversation, Elizabeth asked, “How did you do cousin?’

“Oh, dear me! I am not a very good partner to Mrs. Philips. Her abilities are signification and I daresay might rival those of Lady Catherine De Bourgh. I lost every point. But I am aware, madam,” said he, “that when persons sit down to a card-table, they must take their chances on these things, and happily I am not in such circumstances as to make five shillings any object. There are undoubtedly many who could not say the same, but thanks to Lady Catherine de Bourgh, I am removed far beyond the necessity of regarding little matters.”

Mr. Wickham’s attention was caught. It was only a few moments later that Mr. Collins was called away by Mrs. Philips to continue a different game, when Wickham asked Elizabeth in a low voice whether her relation was very intimately acquainted with the family of De Bourgh.

“Lady Catherine de Bourgh,” she replied, “has very lately given him a living. I hardly know how Mr. Collins was first introduced to her notice, but he certainly has not known her long.”

“Her daughter, Miss de Bourgh, will have a very large fortune. They are cousins to the Darcy’s. I believe Lady Catherine hopes to unite both Pemberley and Rosings Park through the marriage between Darcy and Miss De Bourgh.” Mr. Wickham said with a sly smile.

“I was unaware that Mr. Darcy was engaged. It is no matter though,” said she with a slight feeling of disappointment. Elizabeth surprised herself when she realized part of her was unhappy the odious Mr. Darcy was already engaged. Shaking off the feeling, she asked, “Mr. Collins speaks highly both of Lady Catherine and her daughter; but from some particulars that he has related of her ladyship, I suspect his gratitude misleads him, and that in spite of her being his patroness, she is an arrogant, conceited woman, much like her daughter.”

“I believe that is the general consensus regarding Lady De Bourgh. However, I have not seen her for many years and although I never really liked her, she does have a reputation for being remarkably sensible and clever. Personally, I believe she derives part of her abilities from her rank and fortune, part from her authoritative manner, and the rest from the pride for her nephew.”

At that moment, Mary and Kitty made their way back to back to the Lizzy. When they joined Lt. Wickham and her, Lizzy knew their conversation was over. Wickham excused himself to return to his friends and Mary, Kitty and Lizzy started chatting about their evenings.

As they left the Philips’s that evening, Elizabeth went away with her head full of Wickham and his tales. She could think of nothing but Mr. Wickham, and of what he had told her, all the way home; but there was not time for her even to mention his name as they went. The carriage was filled with Lydia’s and Mr. Collins’ comments on the evening.

Her last thought for the day was, there was truth in all his looks, but I know I am missing something. As for Mr. Darcy, why are all observations and stories against him and yet his actions cause another explanation for his character?

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