[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

"Pride and Prejudice may be as valuable as its author, only within its narrow circle. After all, Ms. Elizabeth was born in a small village nearly 20 miles outside London, surrounded by only 24 families It is hard to imagine that a writer of such depth—if she could be called a writer at all—would write with depth without any complex history. I dare say that of the women writers I have known in London, Lady Elizabeth is the The most unlearned one."

- Famous critic John Jackson.

"Ms. Elizabeth, like her experience, is very uninteresting. The novel "Pride and Prejudice" is also generalized. If I can find this book in the library in the future, then there is no need to go to the library[1] .”

- Famous critic George Tan.

"Pride and Prejudice is so maddening that I can't hide my distaste from other reviewers[1]. Perhaps that's why its author previously wanted to publish without his real name. But there's no way, readers are discerning of."

—Mark Stein, a well-known critic.

"I really don't know what can be written in a book about these country lives. Ms. Elizabeth should use more profound content to make readers think, instead of trying to describe the love story in it."

—Bill Berkeley, a well-known critic.

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An entire page of reports, an entire page is full of negative|negative comments.One or two neutral analyzes are placed in the upper left or lower right corners.It is conceivable that the person who wrote the report must not like "Pride and Prejudice" to tolerate such an extreme situation.

Elizabeth glanced from top to bottom, and the bitterness in the corner of her mouth became more and more intense.

Mr. Darcy looked at Elizabeth's face from shock to panic, then to bitterness and helplessness.He felt that his heart was also tugged, and he regretted it for a moment-he shouldn't have passed the newspaper to Elizabeth just because of a moment of anger.

Now he finally found that no matter how angry he was, and because Miss Elizabeth didn't trust him, he still couldn't bear to see her sad.

Elizabeth handed Darcy the finished newspaper, and Darcy took the opportunity to throw it aside.Then he looked sideways at the window and said with a twist: "People's ability to accept new things has never been very good. I think it will take a long time for critics to accept an outstanding female writer."

His tone of voice was tough, but his words were filled with words of persuasion to Elizabeth.

"Huh?" Elizabeth didn't respond.

"I mean, the above comments are too harsh. You don't have to pay attention, Ellie...Miss Bennet." Darcy continued arrogantly, "I think if a male author writes such a work, Critics would never criticize like that."

"I thought..." Elizabeth paused and breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were angry, Mr. Darcy."

"Why am I angry? Why am I angry?" Darcy paused, wanting to admit that he was indeed unhappy, but he couldn't let it go.He twisted to the end, "Miss Bennet, I have nothing to be angry about."

"Oh." Elizabeth blinked.

Seeing that Elizabeth didn't respond, Darcy felt like he had been punched in the cotton.The air didn't dissipate, but accumulated more.

"So," he pursed his lips, "is this the so-called wanting to stand on the same level as me?"

Elizabeth nodded with some guilt: "I didn't mean to hide it deliberately, Mr. Darcy."

"Just didn't find a good time?"

"Yes."

"What else? Any other reasons?"

Elizabeth said: "I want to hear your real thoughts on this book and future works. I don't want to affect your objective evaluation because of the identity of the author."

She doesn't even hope that, even if there is the slightest possibility, Darcy will oppose her creation because of traditional ideas.Therefore, she didn't want to tell him until she was absolutely sure.

Darcy seemed to be laughing at himself: "As you wish, Miss Bennett, I did give an objective evaluation."

This sentence was full of thorns, and Elizabeth didn't know how to answer.

Darcy suddenly asked again: "What about Mr. Elton? Can he give an objective evaluation?"

Elizabeth: "I—"

There was sourness, unhappiness, and a hint of other things in his tone, which she couldn't tell the difference.

Darcy interrupted her: "Besides Mr. Elton, did anyone know that you were the author of "Pride and Prejudice" before?"

"Only Tom Hughes is the editor in chief. He helped me a lot to publish."

Darcy pondered for a moment, then paced slowly in the room.His eyebrows rose for a while, and furrowed for a while.Elizabeth looked at it, a little at a loss.

She wanted to speak several times, but Darcy didn't seem to hear it.She had to sit in a chair and wait anxiously for him to calm down.

"Miss Elizabeth." Darcy bowed slightly, and he changed back to the original address, "You should not be in the mood to chat now. I thought of an urgent matter that needs to be confirmed. I think you are also afraid You don't want me to stay here any longer."

Mr. Darcy still...doesn't agree with her creation?

Disappointment welled up in Elizabeth's heart, but she tried her best to keep it in her throat.

"Mr. Darcy, it's been a rough day for you. Go to bed early," she said.

"It would be nice if I could say and do something to lessen the irritation of the words in the newspaper. But I don't have to torture you with these futile wishes[2]. You too rest early and wish you good health .”

After finishing speaking, he quickly got up and ran towards downtown London in a carriage.

Elizabeth said good night behind him, but he didn't seem to hear either.

Elizabeth stood by the window, staring blankly at the carriage drifting away.She bit her lip, thinking about what Darcy might be thinking.

His performance was very complicated, and she couldn't figure it out.

"Today is really a complicated and long day..." Elizabeth murmured.

From being shot in the slums in the morning, to coming back in the afternoon, TheLady's identity was exposed.

One is real guns and live ammunition, and the other is lip service.It hurts to be hit on the body.

Walking feebly up the stairs, she saw Lydia's closed door, and decided not to disturb her.

My sister is in a rage, and it's useless for her to say anything now.It might be better to discuss it tomorrow after she has a good night's sleep.

So was Mr. Darcy.If he refuses to forgive her, then she will take the initiative to come to plead guilty.

As for now, let them and themselves have a good rest!

Elizabeth walked to the door of her room, and suddenly found a letter from the housekeeper's wife at the door.

It was Mr. Jenner who wrote to her.

Kind of strange, since Mr. Jenner hadn't written to her since the smallpox experiment.

Elizabeth took the letter back into the room and closed the door.Then carefully take it apart.

After taking a look, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"My dear Miss Elizabeth," the letter read, "we have succeeded. For my contribution to the prevention of smallpox, the Royal Society has decided to award me a viscount. The award ceremony will be held next week. It is said that another title of gentleman."

"The title is not my concern. It doesn't matter," he continued. "I just wanted to know if I could invite you to join me. I want to introduce you to our great and selfless Ms. Laura, because this is what you deserve of."

The author has something to say:

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[1] Adapted from comments by Mark Twain and others on Mrs. Austen's works. A thousand readers have a thousand Hamlets in their hearts. Indeed, it is difficult for a book to make everyone like TT.