[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

After Mr. Darcy put on the ring for Miss Elizabeth, congratulations came from around.

Jane looked at her sister with tears in her eyes, and she was very glad to see that she was as happy as herself.

Mr. Bingley stood behind Jane, smiling and congratulating his friend.

Miss Bingley held a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and handed it to Elizabeth very contortedly.

"Congratulations, Miss Elizabeth." She smiled a little ugly.

"Thank you, Miss Bingley," said Elizabeth sincerely.

Mr. Darcy could not wait a moment longer, and he intended to seal the marriage to-night.

So the carriage of Netherfield Manor quickly sent them, Jane and Mr. Bingley to Longbourne.

Mrs. Bennet heard the carriage, and stood at the window to look.

"My God!" she exclaimed, "that nasty Mr. Darcy is here with our Bingley again! Why is he so ignorant to keep coming here? I wish he'd go bird-hunting, Or do whatever you want, but don’t bother us[1].”

She called to the study, "My good lord, get him off at once—"

Then, Mrs. Bennet's words stopped abruptly when Mr. Darcy helped Elizabeth get out of the car.

"Good heavens, my good lord! They—they—"

Elizabeth winked at Mrs. Bennet, then walked towards Mr. Bennet's study.

"It's what you imagine, Mom." Jane walked into the room and said peacefully.

"Oh, my God..." Mrs. Bennet fell straight down on the seat like a frightened bird.

Mr. Bennet was about to come out when he saw Elizabeth, and said to her: "The Emperor Napoleon has lost, and the Duke of Wellington has won the battle! Have you heard, my dear Leeds?"

"Mr. Darcy and I just got back from London the other day, father."

Not only did she know, but she also took the opportunity to make a fortune.

"You didn't disclose such good news." Mr. Bennet complained. "Now I can only find out through the newspapers. It has been delayed for three days."

Mr. Bennet saw that Mrs. Bennet was fine, so he went back to the study.

Mr. Darcy followed quietly.

Elizabeth lightly clenched her fists and looked inside worriedly.

Soon, Mr. Darcy came out and came back to her.

Mr. Bennet looked at Elizabeth with a complicated expression, and then called her into the study.

"I admit that Mr. Darcy is a very fine young man. He is rich indeed, and can make you dress more noblely and drive more splendidly than Jane.[1] But, Liz, you have no shortage of Money."

"Yes, Dad. I'm not short of money at all." Elizabeth smiled peacefully.

She is much richer than he imagined.

"Of course, I think you're smart enough and beautiful enough to be worthy of him. But, dear Liz, do you really love him?"

"Yes, Dad. Yes, I love him," Elizabeth said sincerely.

Mr. Bennet was silent for a while, and then said seriously: "What about Mr. Darcy? I can be sure that he loves you very much now. But ten years later, 20 years later, 30 years later, you can be sure that he loves you ?"

"Dad." Elizabeth laughed, "Could it be that when you married my mother, could you guarantee that you would love her forever? Love is the most erratic thing in the world. Except for my family, I can't guarantee that anyone can love her forever Me. But I can say with certainty that Mr. Darcy is a man of high moral character, and he will try his best to keep our love alive."

Mr. Bennet was silent again for a long time.

"I can't be sure about being virtuous," he said.

"Tell me, then, what's not to your liking about Mr. Darcy, father?"

"Oh. One thing, indeed. His marriage to Miss Laura Baskin." Mr. Bennet looked at his daughter, expecting but not wanting an answer.

"Since that's the case! Dad!" Elizabeth laughed, "Then it's my fault."

Mr. Bennet looked at her suspiciously.

"because--"

"I am Miss Laura Baskin!"

After turning from Mr. Bennet to the study, Elizabeth adjusted the light of the candle, and then returned, looked at him with a smile, and told him carefully the story of Miss Laura Baskin.

Finally, she said: "Dad, it's all my fault. At first, I didn't tell you because I was afraid that you would be worried. Later, because of some misunderstandings, I wanted to let you know after a while. And later—"

Later, it seemed that this identity was no longer important to her, so she gradually forgot to explain it to her family.

Mr. Bennet clicked his tongue.

"Leeds—"

He wanted to say something several times, but it got stuck in his throat.

After several times, I finally said: "My little Liz, you have changed this year--"

He said "simply" several times, but he couldn't think of a suitable word.

Finally had to give up.

"Miss Laura Baskin, the great Lady Laura Baskin, it's you! My God - I feel my nerves are as fragile as your mother's. What else is there, dear Liz, tell me together!"

"That's all, Papa," Elizabeth said.

Seeing Mr. Bennet's current state, she felt that she had to hide the news that she had made a hundred thousand pounds in the national debt for a while.

"That's it? Oh—that's it," Mr. Bennet drew out.

"Then, father," said Elizabeth, "you have no objection to Mr. Darcy's marriage to me now?"

"No. Not at all. He is indeed worthy of you[1]. To be precise, I can't think of any young man who is worthy of you except Mr. Darcy." Mr. Bennet suddenly said "hehe" smiled.

He smiled more and more happily: "Ten thousand pounds. His Royal Highness Viscount Fitzwilliam Darcy. My dear Liz, I should congratulate you."

"Thank you, Dad." Elizabeth hugged him gently.

Mr. Bennet teased her again, then let her go[1].

Outside the study, Mrs. Bennet shouted: "My God, ten thousand pounds! Mr. Darcy, oh! My God. There is really no one in the world luckier than Leeds! Mr. Darcy, in the future Longbourne You will be welcome, and Mr. Bennett will give you a shotgun for any bird you want to shoot - ten thousand pounds - my good lord, my darling - my two daughters They're all married."

Elizabeth smiled helplessly, and was about to walk out of the room when she heard Mr. Bennet say: "If there are any young people who want to propose to Mary, Kitty or Lydia, please bring them in." Lah. I'm idle[1]."

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