[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

"Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy", author Newton?

The theological principles of natural science are similar!

No, no, how can natural science be compared with the Lord?He is a pastor, a respected pastor promoted by Mrs. Catherine!How can you read aloud the miscellaneous works of a magic stick from an ordinary college in public?

Collins looked dismissively and terrified at the same time.He held "Philosophical Principles of Natural Science" in his hand, as if he was holding a bomb|bomb, for fear that his head would explode if he was not careful[1].

Fortunately, the waiter handed over a letter at this time. He seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw. Of course, he pretended to be calm and a gentleman on the surface: "Cousin Elizabeth, this is your letter. If you request it, I will not accept it." Would you mind reading it for me?"

Collins sat upright, like a hypocritical princess waiting for a minister to kiss her hand, waiting for Elizabeth to speak, but unexpectedly Elizabeth came to him, did not invite him to read the letter and express his thanks, but took it from his hand Pulled the letter away.

"No, Mr. Collins," she said, "I mind."

Lydia couldn't help laughing.

Collins coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said bravely: "I know that generally reserved ladies will always be polite once or twice, and you should think of my invitation in the same way. But please rest assured, reading the letter will not cause me any inconvenience .”

"Mr. Collins, how many words have you thought about long ago?" These words are exactly the same as when he said in the morning that he would visit the ranch together.

"It's just that most of them came to me on the spur of the moment." Collins said solemnly, without feeling ashamed at all, "But sometimes I will joke with myself and think of some compliments in advance[2], which can often To please the ladies."

Elizabeth: "..."

Arguing with stupid people is a very stupid behavior.

Based on this, Elizabeth decided not to speak anymore, and focused on opening the letter. Unexpectedly, this stupid gentleman did not want to let her go: "Cousin Elizabeth, where did this letter come from?"

Elizabeth: "Netherfield Park."

"Netherfield..."

"Netherfield Manor?" These five words obviously had a special meaning to Mrs. Bennet, she could hear them from a long distance, and rushed to Elizabeth's side quickly, "Which gentleman is this letter from? Binger Mr Leigh, Mr Elton, or that odious Savage Darcy?"

As any word concerning Bingley was to Mrs. Bennet, so any information concerning Lady Catherine was of first urgency to Mr. Collins.

"Mr. Darcy? Is that Mr. Darcy of Pemberley Park?"

The wife said: "Are you talking about that rude barbarian, that's right."

"Savages? Yes—oh no, I mean—great!" Mr. Collins put "First Impressions", "Philosophical Principles of Natural Science" and his cousin's letters behind him, and began to think about the current situation. His most important event came, "This honorable gentleman is the nephew of my noble patroness."

"That's very unfortunate," murmured Mrs. Bennet, and in her eyes everyone who had anything to do with the insolent Mr. Darcy--except Mr. Bingley and his friends-- All the same arrogant and rude.

"Sir, I advise you not to come into contact with this gentleman. He doesn't have a nice word to say."

"No nice words? Ma'am, you can't say that." Collins said righteously, "Lady Catherine's family is the most polite and noble people I have ever met, and I think Madam and her nephew must be too. You Advise me not to go, but I will not listen."

The quarrel between Mrs. Bennet and Collins was on the verge of breaking out, and they argued for a full quarter of an hour, but neither of them was convinced.

--

Facts have proved that Collins' enthusiasm is not a 3-minute enthusiasm. After lunch, he didn't even look at his own property, but hurriedly took a carriage to Netherfield Manor to introduce himself.

In order to show his formality, he also brought the two eldest ladies of the Bennet family along like a hostess.Of course, he still has another purpose right now, that is, he has decided to marry one of Jane and Elizabeth.As for whether it is a sister or a younger sister, he has not yet decided, so now he needs to create more opportunities to get along.

Although Mrs. Bennet hated Collins, she would never refuse a visit to Netherfield.

The weather was still gloomy, but luckily it didn't rain.

The three quickly knocked on the door of Netherfield Manor.The host and guests sitting in the living room were very surprised, especially Mr. Elton and Mr. Jenner Jr. After all, they had only visited Ban's mansion not long ago.

But when the tall, fat gentleman at the head introduced himself, the hosts understood.

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Collins." The first to speak was the host, Bingley, who was always a gentle gentleman.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Darcy!"

Bingley was stunned: "Sir, I—"

Collins introduced himself without giving a chance to be interrupted: "I am sorry I did not greet you sooner. It has been a great honor to meet you. I have often heard the honorable Lady Catherine speak of her nephew , I was also honored to see your portrait in Rosings Garden. The painter is really good, he painted your noble demeanor vividly..."

His speech must have been rehearsed in the carriage, for even a child of five or six would not have perceived the slightest resemblance between Mr. Darcy's portrait and Mr. Bingley's.

Mr. Bingley blushed himself out of politeness and did not interrupt Collins' nonsense, but Miss Bingley was less kind.

She didn't expose it completely, but only asked with a smirk: "Mr. Collins, you have said something, and there is only one thing wrong, that is, Mrs. Catherine is a respectable person."

"Of course, I have never seen a nobler and friendlier lady than Lady Catherine!" Collins said, "You must be the respected Miss Darcy. I also heard Lady Catherine say you, I I remember my wife said that the young lady is only 16 years old, I didn't expect to be so beautiful."

Miss Bingley did not expect that what she said would ignite her body.She dared to tease Miss Bennet's cousin, but she never dared to pretend to be the sister of the person she admired.

"Sir, this is my brother Bingley, Charles Bingley."

"Mr. Bingley . . . !" cried Collins, changing the subject, "you must be a good friend of Mr. Darcy's?"

"Exactly."

"This is your sister?"

"good."

"My dear God, I'm so sorry. You really do look alike, even as friends."

The host said it was all right, but Mr. Collins continued to apologize for a quarter of an hour.Mr. Bingley listened politely, and when he had had enough of nagging, he at last greeted Miss Bennet as he wished.

Before he could say a few words to Jane, Collins quickly interrupted him: "Is Mr. Darcy in?"

"Darcy should be upstairs in the study."

"Is it? That's really unfortunate."

"Is there anything you want, sir? I can go and fetch Darcy down."

"But please don't!" cried Collins. "I think I should wait politely in the drawing room for Mr. Darcy. I think a gentleman goes to his study at such an hour because he doesn't want to be disturbed. To Lady Catherine, her noble lady will surely reproach me for my indecency."

Everyone: "..."

Collins didn't leave, and Bingley couldn't chase the guests away, so he had to politely chat with him in the living room.Fortunately, most of the time, he can support the entire audience by praising Mrs. Catherine alone, not to mention that now there is a Miss Bingley who occasionally accompanies him to flatter this lady.

After about half an hour of touting, Collins finally freed the audience.He offered a game of cards, which Mr. Elton, Jr. Jenner, and Miss Bingley were happy to substitute for the idle hours.

The card-playing crowd, of course, liberated Mr. Bingley and Jane, who sat affectionately in another corner of the drawing-room.

Elizabeth didn't want to disturb her sister's date, nor did she have any intention of joining whistow's game, so she decided to go out for a walk by herself.

The weather in Meryton in November was like Thunder God's temper, cloudy and sunny.But fortunately, most of the time, they only thunder and get angry. It hasn't rained since Jane got sick last time.

So although Elizabeth saw that the sky was gloomy, she didn't care too much.

She was thinking about publishing and cowpox in her heart, thinking about the feedback she would receive after she sent a letter to readers—including Lydia—not long ago, and sometimes thinking about not seeing each other for a few days, wondering if she had any consciousness Mr. Darcy, without knowing it, came to the end of Netherfield Manor.

November is approaching the cold winter, and the garden has long lost the colorful colors of the previous months, leaving only the vast grassland and sporadic ornamental pavilions.

Elizabeth didn't think there was anything to see in the grass, so she planned to go back the same way.

At this time, the sky suddenly "bang", and then the rain poured down.It seems to be to make up for the missing of the week, the rain is particularly fast, and the rainfall is even worse than a week ago.

By the time Elizabeth, like a frightened cat, hid in a pavilion nearby, she was already drenched.

……

God really didn't take care of her!

She leaned against the pillar and smiled wryly, not knowing how long the rain would last.

It takes a quarter of an hour to walk from the residence of the manor, and there are only two possibilities at the moment: one is to wait for the rain to stop before walking back, the other is to wait for someone who is careful and kind to find her missing, and then send an attendant to take her away. Take it back.

No matter what it is, it seems that she can only wait now... Elizabeth closed her eyes helplessly.

I don't know why, but after the vision is turned off, the hearing seems to be clearer.She could clearly feel the roar of thunder and the movement of raindrops hitting the ground.

No, it wasn't the sound of raindrops falling on the ground, this sound seemed heavier and faster, as if someone was running towards her.

"Miss Bennet?"

……

So fast?

Someone discovered her "disappearance" so soon?

"Miss Bennet?"? ?

Wait, this voice...

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet, it's really you! Why are you here?"

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Note:

[1]. The concept of "Head Explosion" was inspired by Squid's "Arcane Throne", which means that the information received is quite different from one's own deep-rooted ideas.