[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

Elizabeth didn't come back until evening, and she kept thinking about what Mr. Darcy said in her mind, but for the first time she fell into confusion, because she didn't know whether she should agree or not.

"It's time to eat, Lizzy." Jane called her into the room, and saw her sitting on the chair blankly, a little worried.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, Jane." Elizabeth smiled, seeing that Jane was still a little worried, so she emphasized.

"It's really okay."

"Okay then." Jane sighed, and then the two of them came out of the room and walked towards the dining room.

Mrs. Bennet was obviously still angry, so much so that she refused to look at her daughter, and Elizabeth could only smile helplessly at this.

In the evening, when they had finished their meal, Mr. Bennet called his second daughter to his study.

"Dad," Elizabeth called.

Mr. Bennet held the book in one hand, turned around, looked at his daughter through the mirror, and then teased.

"You really messed with your mother this time."

"Father, if you approve of me marrying Mr. Collins, I admit my mistake."

"Honey, you know my answer, but I cooperated with you just now."

"Oh! My dear father!" Elizabeth smiled cheerfully, walked over and kissed her father on the cheek, and then sat down on the sofa holding Mr. Bennet's arm.

"Tell me, child, what kind of person do you want to marry?" Mr. Bennet took off his glasses, and Elizabeth put the glasses case and books on the coffee table for him.

"Dad, you don't sound like a father." Elizabeth smiled.

"That's because you are different from my other daughters. You have an idea. I don't think you will follow the path your mother chose for you. But I thought you were young and frivolous, and your mother suppressed you." It is somewhat helpful, but at this moment, I think I have to ask you first."

Elizabeth's eyes flickered a little. She wanted to tell the old man honestly, but she couldn't.So she just smiles.

"When you say that, you are drawing a big pie for me. I have even thought about the ingredients, but I can't eat it."

Mr. Bennet was amused. He stroked his beard and said, "This is a novel metaphor, but you just told me the other day that women's imaginations are of great use."

"I didn't deny them." Elizabeth said with a smile.

"Then tell me, maybe there really is such a stickler there, just waiting for you to walk over." Mr. Bennet blinked his eyes, as if to say, don't worry, my little darling, this Just a game.

Elizabeth was moved, and began to imagine wildly, and then said with some longing: "I hope he is a stable person, but not too rigid. Look, honestly speaking, I may not be able to accept someone who is too ugly. "When she said this, Mr. Bennet laughed, and Elizabeth looked at her father with some reproach.

"Go on, go on, honey."

Anyway, it's imagination.Elizabeth said to herself, and then outlined her ideal husband with a big face.

"He needs to have some property. He doesn't need to be very rich, but at least he shouldn't let me go down to grow food in person. We have to have a deposit dedicated to our children. That's very important. We need to plan things. Then, I hope he I like to read as much as I do, so that we can talk, three views, um, three views are very important, and finally, the most important thing is responsibility. If he has this beautiful quality, the previous ones can be ignored. "

Mr. Bennet looked at his daughter, paused for a moment, and then pointed out, "You didn't say love, dear."

Elizabeth froze for a moment, then said calmly: "Father, love is certainly important, but to me, it is not so important that it is necessary, nor is it so important that it exceeds responsibility."

When Elizabeth said this, she inevitably thought of the past.A strange mother, and a father who is always cheerful.What is the essence of marriage, she didn't see love from her parents, maybe they once had it, but time always seemed a little ruthless.Therefore, there was also a period of time when she was rich and peaceful, and love and responsibility bothered her.

"If I asked my oldest daughter that question, I think she would say that the most important thing she needs is thoughtfulness. If it was my youngest daughter Lydia, I think it would be love. If it was my wife , that is, your mother, she will think I am crazy." Mr. Bennet blinked deliberately when he said the latter, and that succeeded in making Elizabeth laugh.

"That would indeed be mother's reaction." Elizabeth said, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Bennet patted the back of his daughter's hand, and then said: "I thought that Mr. Bingley would be the right person for you. He is a very gentleman. Even if things are a little uncertain, you can make up for it." his shortcomings."

"But Dad, the person Mr. Bingley likes is Jane." Elizabeth interrupted her father with a smile.

"Yeah, I can't force a person to change his preferences, but at this moment, I feel that God has done a good job, and Mr. Bingley is not so suitable for you."

"Now you are like all fathers in the world. When your daughter is of the right age, you start to dislike all men and think that your daughter is the best pearl in the world!" Elizabeth joked.

"That's the truth, my dear. I'm not a person who likes to say what I don't mean. My girls are the best, except at this age, they are inevitably a little stupid."

"Oh, Dad, don't say that casually anymore. If your mother hears it, she won't be happy."

"I don't want to tell her. Sometimes your mother is the hen that lays eggs, and she can't wait to yell all day long to let others see her eggs." Mr. Bennet said exaggeratedly, and imitated Learned to imitate his wife's expression.

Elizabeth looked at her father with a smile, and said, "Dad, sometimes I really envy you and mother."

"Envy us? No, dear, you will have a more perfect love." Mr. Bennet blinked, "For example, that Mr. Darcy."

"Mr. Darcy?" repeated Elizabeth, and then smiled. "That's impossible, Pa."

"Oh, why? My dear," asked Mr. Bennet.

Elizabeth pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and then answered.

"Even though he is a good friend, but Dad, he is a rich man with a certain status."

"But my dear, don't forget that you are also the daughter of a squire, and your identity is not much different from him."

Elizabeth smiled, "It looks like that on the surface, but Dad, you and I both know that the truth is not that easy."

"Although I'm not familiar with that Mr. Darcy, from what I occasionally observed at the ball, and what everyone said about him, I always think that he is not a person who will be led by the nose of other people's public opinion. It's also an idea."

"You're right. Mr. Darcy is indeed such a person. But Dad, I just want to live a simple life and find someone who doesn't give me such a headache. I don't need to deal with a lot of troubles." people."

"I don't agree with what you said. Young people can't be so lazy. What is life? My dear, life is to toss around. Try both the good and the bad."

"Father, your words have changed my opinion of you." Elizabeth said with a smile.

"Tell me."

"I thought you were a person who loves books and stability. If possible, Dad, I'm really curious, did you struggle when you were young?"

"Of course, my daughter," Mr. Bennet drew on. "Isn't your mother enough to carry me from a young lad to an old age?"

"Toss!" A voice came from outside the door. The father and daughter looked over and saw Mrs. Bennet standing there with her hands on her hips, with an angry expression on her face.

"I said, master, are you talking about what I tormented you?"

Seeing this, Elizabeth got up quickly, and hurried back to her room before Mrs. Bennet concentrated the gunfire on her, but when she went out, she still looked back, and Mr. Bennet was teasing herself as usual Mrs.

Elizabeth smiled and walked slowly to her bedroom.

The next morning, while the family was having breakfast, an invitation came from Netherfield.

"Oh! A ball! A big ball!" cried Lydia excitedly.

"Put it down, Lydia, and let me see!" said Mrs. Bennet, and taking the invitation she began to read in her eager tones.

Elizabeth pushed Jane's arm, and then said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Bingley really can't wait to see you!"

"Oh! Lizzy." Jane blushed and let out a coquettish cry.

"They said they'd invite almost everyone, yeah, they've got it!" Lydia's eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

"I wish they wouldn't invite those vulgar people," said Mary, but she was ignored.

"Mom, can I have a new dress?" Catherine asked, taking her mother's hand.

"Yes, dear, make it pretty," promised Mrs. Bennet.She was so happy now that she almost felt that Mr. Bingley's marriage to her eldest daughter was a sure thing, and she could not help thinking of marrying off her other daughters of suitable age.

Elizabeth is not interested in the ball, in order to avoid Mrs. Bennet's high spirits, she decided to temporarily hide in the Little Bear library.Speaking of which, she hadn't been there for several days, and wondered whether Mr. Harnett and his nephew would go to the ball.