[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

"Miss Elizabeth, I won't say much about the urgency of the matter. Miss Bennet's carriage overturned half a mile from Netherfield Manor - don't worry, Miss Bennet is well and the doctor is on the way ——It’s just that she is in a bad state of mind, and she said that she wants to be accompanied by her younger sister, so I will write a letter to convey it.”

—Your friend, Caroline Bingley.

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Jane is sick.

Although she prevented her from riding in the rain to catch cold, Jane fell ill.

Elizabeth suddenly felt a little confused. She was reborn full of confidence. She thought she could prevent the family from repeating the same mistakes and let everyone have a happy ending.However, the facts that happened now told her that fate did not seem to be so easily changed.

Her hand holding the letter was frozen in the air, and she was pacing in the living room as if she had gone out of her mind. Manli took the letter out of her hand in a daze, and only then did she know what happened.

“Liz, don’t worry, Jane will be fine.”

"I know."

But her actions didn't mean "knowing" at all in Manli's view.

"Miss Bingley has written that Jane is well."

"Correct."

"Jane's spirit is not good, I think it will be much better if I sleep."

"it is good."

"..."

Manli finally found out that Elizabeth's state was completely wrong. She thought about it from the perspective of her sister, and felt that there was only one solution: "Liz, I will accompany you to Netherfield Manor."

Hearing Manli's words, Elizabeth finally regained some clarity in her chaotic thoughts.Fate is mysterious, but the immediate priority is to rush over to Jane when she needs the company of her relatives the most.

"Thank you." Elizabeth gently hugged Manli. She knew that she was not in a good state now, and it would indeed be much easier to have Manli's company.

The horse that pulled the cart was injured in a car accident with Jane, and neither Elizabeth nor Mary knew how to ride a horse. Walking is the only choice now.The rain was still pouring down, and the umbrellas the two of them were carrying didn't work at all, and they were soaked by the time they reached Netherfield, three miles away.

Miss Bingley was at supper with Mr. Darcy, Mr. Elton, and another young man whom they did not know, when Elizabeth and Mary were shown into the drawing-room.

Darcy and Elton stood up from their seats at the same time to greet them, but Mr. Elton stepped forward first.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet!" he asked with concern. "Are you all right? It's still raining—oh my God, you're soaking wet!"

"It's okay—Ah Choo!"

Looking at Elizabeth's haggard look, Elton suddenly felt distressed: "Miss Bennet, I think you need to rest now."

Without waiting for her to speak, he quickly ordered his servants to burn more firewood and hot water, then subconsciously took a blanket from the side and put it on Elizabeth's body: "Warm yourself first."

The physical contact made Elizabeth's body slightly stiff. She thanked her a little embarrassedly, and then silently distributed half of the blanket to Manli.

Only then did Mr. Elton see that Miss Manley was also pale from the cold, and he realized that he had lost his composure because of his anxiety. He smiled awkwardly and gave the sisters an apologetic look.

Elizabeth smiled and said it didn't matter.

The exchanges between the two were all seen by Miss Bingley. She looked at the Bennet sisters who looked like lunatics after being exposed to the rain, and Mr. Elton, who had written all his affection on his face, with a smile that was not a smile. He glanced at Darcy.

It's a pity that Mr. Darcy didn't notice her meaningfulness at all. He was watching Elizabeth and Elton's silent communication, feeling a little complicated.

Mr. Elton greeted a few more earnestly, and Elizabeth answered them one by one absent-mindedly. Finally, when he paused, he asked the question he had always wanted to ask: "I'm sorry to trouble you, where is my sister?"

Before Mr. Elton could answer, Mr. Darcy, who was standing like a statue of Buddha, suddenly said, "She's upstairs."

Then, under the surprised eyes of everyone, he said unhurriedly: "I'll take you up."

"Mr. Darcy," Miss Bingley stopped hurriedly, "don't bother you, I'll just ask the servant to take Miss Elizabeth."

Afraid that she was not convincing enough, she added: "Charles is also on it."

"No trouble." Darcy said, and looked at Elton blankly after speaking, which made him a little puzzled.Then without waiting for Elizabeth to refuse, she turned and walked towards the stairs.

Elizabeth spread the blanket to Manli and followed quickly, finally walking with Darcy at the corner.

"Thank you." She pulled the corners of her mouth reluctantly, all she was worried about was Jane's state.

However, in Darcy's eyes, this kind of smile is reluctant, as if to express dissatisfaction with him for separating her and Mr. Elton.Thinking of this, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know why such emotions affected him so much.

"You know Mr. Elton well?"

"What?" Elizabeth was a little dazed, "Yes—not counting—we are just ordinary friends."

"Ah."

He nodded expressionlessly, but inexplicably, the thick letter from Miss Elizabeth to Elton appeared in his mind that day.

When they reached the corner of the second floor, Elizabeth sneezed again, Darcy paused, and then took off his coat.

"Put it on."

Eh?

Compared with the previous life, the progress of their current relationship is really faster than a steam train!Without even saying a word, her body was surrounded by a warm masculine breath.

Such a temperature and smell made her heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," Elizabeth blinked, looking at Darcy's slightly reddened ears, she couldn't help teasing, "Mr. Darcy, you are such a gentleman."

Darcy didn't speak, and even walked ahead as if he didn't hear, but if someone passed by them at this time, they would definitely see the unconscious smile on his mouth.

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Jane lives in a guest room in the middle of the third floor. Mr. Bingley is worried about her, but he cannot take care of her personally because of the difference between men and women. He can only stay in the study next door and look at Jane's room every now and then.

As soon as Elizabeth arrived, he heard the sound and hurried to Jane's room, and finally saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.

"Thank you for taking care of my sister so carefully." Elizabeth saw that Jane was in good health, but her mental state was not good. She should recover in a day or two, and she was relieved.

"She is much more comfortable here than at home." Putting down the burden in her heart, Elizabeth also joked[1].

"It's a pleasant thing," said Mr. Bingley, realizing the impropriety of the remark as soon as he spoke, and hastening to correct it. "I mean, it's a pleasant thing that she's sick and living at Netherfield. , of course her illness is not pleasant at all..."

The more he talked, the more chaotic he found that he was always a little nervous in front of Jane.

Jane smiled tenderly at Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Bingley's heart beat more vigorously with the smile.He didn't explain anymore, because seeing Jane's smile, he felt that she could understand what he meant without explaining.

"I won't bother you for now, I wish you a speedy recovery, Miss Bennett."

Unmarried men and women will be gossiped when they are in the same room. Even if Mr. Bingley doesn't care about it and wishes to see Jane more, he consciously has to think about her reputation.

But before he left the room, he heard Miss Elizabeth say: "Mr. Bingley, I think my sister really hopes that you can stay."

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Mr. Bingley paused slightly.

"Liz!" Jane was ashamed.

Elizabeth blinked innocently at Jane, and then said without waiting for her to refuse, "I'll go downstairs and ask if there is any soup, and I'll bring you some."

Mr. Bingley and Jane are both people who are not good at distinguishing emotions. In their previous lives, they clearly expressed their love on their faces, but they misunderstood each other time and time again.

Now there is a great opportunity for them to talk to each other, how can she miss it?

Seeing the slowly rising temperature in the room and the flushed faces of the two, Elizabeth's smile quickly spread to her eyes.

This smile made Mr. Darcy who was waiting at the door slightly taken aback.

Simple but a bit cunning, bright and bright with a hint of cleverness.

This was the first time he saw Miss Elizabeth showing such an expression. To be precise, this lady's character seemed to have many sides, and every side he saw could bring just the right surprise.

Seeing her smile, he couldn't help being happy himself.

"Mr. Darcy, I'm going to the kitchen now to ask if there is any soup. Do you want to go with me?"

What a bold request!

Had Miss Bingley been here, she would have criticized Elizabeth's "lack of manners and manners," but Mr. Darcy was evidently very pleased with the invitation.

"Okay." He only answered one word briefly, but raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly.

"What is Mr. Darcy laughing at?" Elizabeth asked playfully.

"I was thinking, in fact, rural people can also be used as research objects."

"No, no matter how simple things are, there is an elusive side, and the complexity of human nature is even more difficult to fathom."

She replied, quoting from the critical reader's letter she had received that morning.Saying such words by herself also made her agree with the critical words at that time, and she also realized the shortcomings of her own writing in an instant.

Looking at Elizabeth's serious look, Darcy obviously didn't realize that the "country people who can be used as research objects" he mentioned was referring to her, so he couldn't help laughing.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Elizabeth heard the reputation, but was stunned by Darcy's smile.

In her previous life, she had seen him who was arrogant, serious, polite, gentleman, and gentle, but she had never seen him laughing cheerfully in such a relaxed state.

This kind of smile softened his original sharp facial features, and made her feel a strange feeling in her heart. She couldn't help but want to keep this smile, not only because of the kindness in her previous life, but because of liking, cherishing and deep in her heart. moved.

The author has something to say:

Elizabeth: Please call me Little Matchmaker~

Darcy: There is still a red line here that needs you to pull.

Note:

1. The dialogue is adapted from the 2005 Pride and Prejudice film.