[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

Mr. Collins picked a fine day to come.

He looked almost a little fatter than before, and he still spoke and acted in a pedantic tone.He was a little surprised when he saw Elizabeth, but since the last time he was frightened by this cousin, he has no interest in her anymore.

"I don't really have to have them!" said Mr. Collins to himself.

Mrs. Bennet saw that he had never mentioned the marriage on this occasion, so she stopped coming.Because of the matter between Jane and Mr. Bingley, she was not so resentful or overly courteous to this Mr. Collins. Because of this state of mind, Mrs. Bennet was still nagging her husband when she went to bed that night. , Said why I didn't see that Mr. Collins looked like an idiot.

"You don't see much, my good lady," hummed Mr. Bennet.

Mrs. Bennet had no way to refute, but she was still a little angry.

"You can only talk every time, which makes me lose face, but you have to worry about the marriage of your daughters. Jane is the only one in this family who can save me from worrying."

"Yes, then you should take Jane out." Mr. Bennet said casually, turning to the next chapter of the book by the way.

Mrs. Bennet was in a hurry. She sat up, her eyes widened, and she said loudly, "I said, sir, are you looking for a new wife?"

Mr. Bennet glanced at his angry wife, and laughed, "My dear wife, you are a girl again now."

Mrs. Bennet blushed a little, then lay down again, and muttered, "You should give something to your daughters, especially Lizzy, the matter of Jane and Mr. Bingley is almost settled, and it will be Lizzy's turn next. , that girl is not in a hurry, I can't stand it anymore."

Mr. Bennet pushed his glasses, and said slowly: "Why are you in a hurry? My dear wife, she has an idea, and she will always find someone she likes."

"How can she like it? Whether it's Mr. Bingley's relatives or Mr. Collins who could have been a good marriage, she doesn't like any of them. She just makes trouble for me."

"You've neglected someone else."

"Who?"

"Mr. Darcy!"

"Oh! That can't be done! Absolutely not!" snorted Mrs. Bennet.

"Although he is a rich man, well, richer than Mr. Bingley, he is not a good man. I would not like Lizzy to be with such a man."

"Oh? I thought that as long as you have money, you can send your daughter there." Mr. Bennet said teasingly.

Mrs. Bennet rolled her husband's eyes, and she became angry again, like a puffed fish.

"It's no big deal to be rich, my daughter always deserves the best!"

Mr. Bennet didn't speak immediately, he smiled, then stretched out his hand and squeezed the back of his wife's hand, comforting: "Daughters can always find their own happiness."

Mrs. Bennet sighed.Just when Mr. Bennet was about to comfort her again, the fat lady cheered up again!

"The dance is about to begin, too! There must be some fine boys there!"

Mr. Bennet rolled his eyes and decided to ignore his wife, leaving Mrs. Bennet chatting excitedly.

"Well, oh, yes." Mr. Bennet continued to read his books amidst the artificially created noise, responding meaninglessly from time to time.

Two days before the ball, Elizabeth could always see Lydia at the window, and when she leaned over to listen curiously once, she realized that the silly girl was praying that it would not rain.

"You should be a sunny doll." Elizabeth smiled and suggested.

"What's that?" Lydia wrinkled her nose.

"Come on, I'll make it for you." Elizabeth became a little excited, and she took Lydia to the room, and the sisters spent an hour tinkering with a sunny doll.

"It's said in the book that if you hang this God, it might stop raining."

"In this way, reading is still useful." Lydia hummed happily.Elizabeth would also be happy to see Lydia refocus her enthusiasm elsewhere.

Elizabeth went out from home, and she had nothing to do recently.Mr. Bingley had invited them to play at Netherfield, but Elizabeth declined.

Now that person is no longer there.The thought of having to brace herself for a smiling bickering with Miss Bingley at Netherfield put her off, and the Little Bear Library was always her favorite place to be.

"I thought you weren't here again, Mr. Harnett," said Elizabeth, laughing. "Here, this is for you."

"Don't talk about you, Elisa, I rarely see my little uncle." Gerald said with a grin.

"Thank you, Miss Elizabeth."

"I thought that if I brought snacks, it would be easy to show timidity. I'd better pick something I'm good at."

Mr. Harnett smiled, and sent Gerald to bring a vase into which Elizabeth had sent flowers.

"I like this color, my little uncle always uses some too monotonous colors, but it's still lively and beautiful." The big Gerald sniffed the petals and said with a smile, showing his neat teeth.

"What have you been doing lately, Jenny?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"I'm making a model ship," Gerald said with a grin.

"He's been obsessed with it lately," said Mr. Harnett, bringing out his tea and refreshments.The three of them just sat there and chatted casually.

"You didn't go to the last ball, so what about this time?"

"I'm very sorry……"

"No, it's okay." Elizabeth interrupted the other party with a smile, "You don't need to apologize to me, I'm just really curious about who you would choose as your dance partner if you came to the ball."

"Oh, then you don't have to worry, Eliza, little uncle can't dance." Gerald said, looking up.

"It was a surprise."

Mr. Harnett coughed unnaturally.

"Then will you go?"

"Yes, I will go."

Elizabeth nodded, and she handed Mr Harnett the book she had taken from her father.

"My dad said you should like it."

Mr. Harnett's eyes lit up, and he almost couldn't put it down.

"It's a bit expensive."

"No, my dad said you were worth it."

"Please thank Mr. Bennet for me. Besides, if you don't mind, I would like to pay a visit some other day."

"Of course, I'll tell them."

Elizabeth took the letter written by Mr. Harnett and handed it to Mr. Bennett when she returned home.

"That Mr. Harnett is coming to visit us?" Mrs. Bennet was a little surprised.

"Yes." Elizabeth added, "he's a very nice man."

"But it's kind of queer," Catherine said, and Lydia added, "and his nephew, who looks as rude as a bear."

"It's a wonderful description." Catherine giggled, Elizabeth glared at them both, and Mary rolled her eyes.

"Only an uncultivated person would describe a person in that way. Mr. Gerald is much better than some, at least he is honest enough not to show off his wit."

"It sounds like you have a good impression of him, too, you're a good match, bookworm and brat." Lydia grimaced, and Mary jumped up angrily.

"Oh! Catch me, nerdy Mary!" Lydia pouted and ran outside.

"I'm definitely going to mess with your hair!" cried Mary, throwing away her book and chasing Lydia, Bennett berating them, but to no avail.