Pride and Prejudice Becoming Jane Bennet

When Jane woke up, she felt that something was wrong. She should have slept enough, but her eyes were still dizzy, her nose was blocked, her throat was itchy, and she seemed to have a cold.

"Jane? Are you awake?" Lydia's voice came from outside the door.

"Wake up, come in." Jane said, her voice was so hoarse that she startled herself.

Lydia rushed in, calling: "How's Miss Ludwig? How's Mr. Weston? Is Brighton fun? Ah! You've got all day today to listen to me!"

"I'm afraid I can't," Jane smiled apologetically, "Can you call my mother for me? I'm afraid I have a cold."

Lydia froze.

"Cold?!"

"Yeah." Jane nodded patiently.

"Oh! My God! Mom? Mom!" Lydia rushed out quickly.

After a while, Mrs. Bennet arrived, and by the way, several other Miss Bennet surrounded Jane's bed.Mr. Bennet stood helplessly at the furthest door.

"Mom, how is Jane?" Elizabeth asked worriedly.

"Have you got a fever?" Mary asked.

"Should I call the doctor?" Kate asked.

"Call the doctor, of course!" said Mr. Bennet, and called to the servant, "Hill? Hill? Go and fetch Mr. Jones!"

Mrs. Bennet touched Jane's hand, felt the temperature of her forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the daughters surrounding her, "It shouldn't be a big problem, let's talk about it when Mr. Jones comes."

After finishing speaking, he said to Jane bitterly: "Why did you accidentally get sick? Saturday is the dance party! My poor nerves! Mr. Bingley!"

"Sorry Mom." Jane sniffed.

Mr. Jones came soon. He looked at Jane and said that she had a cold because of the fatigue of the journey and a little cold. There was nothing serious about it. Some medicines are gone.

Mr. Bennet followed him downstairs.

Mrs. Bennet ordered Hill to fetch a basin of water and twist a veil.

"Mom, I have nothing to do. You can go down to eat first. Just leave Liz here to take care of me."

"Yes, mother," said Elizabeth quickly, "just let Mary bring something to eat."

Mrs. Bennet gave Jane a white look, and pressed her loose quilt firmly, calling out to her poor nerves, and was helped downstairs by Mary and Kate.

"I'm sorry Lydia, I can't listen to you today." Jane turned her head to look at her youngest sister and said.

"Oh!" Lydia cried despondently, "Get well soon!" Then she ran downstairs.

Only Elizabeth and Jane were left in the room.

"Oh...Jane..." Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed, soaked the towel that Hill had just sent in water, wrung it dry, and put it on Jane's forehead.

"how do you feel?"

"Much more comfortable, thank you!" replied Jane.

After a while, Mary came up with some food, and Elizabeth and Jane ate slowly.

Then Kate brought the medicine prescribed by Mr. Jones again, and Jane took it obediently, and fell asleep again.

Sickness comes like a mountain, and goes away like silk.Although it was just a cold and Jane was in good health, by Saturday night she was not well enough to go to the dance.

"I'm not going either, I'm staying with Jane at home," Elizabeth said.

"Don't," Jane said with a smile, "what's the point of being with me? Go to the dance and come back so you can tell me what's interesting."

Elizabeth repeatedly said that it would be interesting to be with Jane. It would be better for the two of them to chat than to go to the ball to watch the flowers and peacocks dance, but Jane couldn't persuade her to go.

"Oh... Liz, I have an appointment with Dad to play chess for a while. If you stay, I must be talking with you, so I don't want to play chess with Dad. Good Liz, go to the dance."

So Elizabeth could only say that she would not disturb her playing chess with Mr. Bennet. She would observe the strange people and strange things at the ball, report to Jane truthfully when she came back, and then went out with Mrs. Bennet and her sisters.

Jane sent them away with a smile, went back to her room and lay down, staring at the curtain on the bed in a daze.

Finally, Elizabeth was sent away. In her opinion, although Mr. Bingley was a rare rich man in the original book, he could not avoid his shortcomings of lack of opinion and indecision, and his sister...

There is always a chance to see it, so let's see it when the time comes.Jane thought.

Compared with Mr. Bingley, Jane is more interested in Mr. Bingley's friend, the wealthy Mr. Darcy. Apart from the advantages of the original novel, the current Elizabeth is more lovely and understanding than the original novel. , How will Mr. Darcy react when he meets such Elizabeth?

It's really exciting!

Jane hooked the corners of her lips, thinking maliciously.

I don't know if the classic "she can bear it, but not beautiful enough to attract me" will appear.

On the other hand, Mr. Bingley expressed proper regret when he heard that the eldest lady of the Bennet family could not come to the ball. He admired the young beauty of several Bennet ladies, especially Jane's , hoping to see her very much, but he quickly put the matter behind him, and sincerely and politely invited Elizabeth to dance with him.

"It's a pity that your sister can't come to the ball. I hope she's all right?" Mr. Bingley asked Elizabeth during the interval of the dance.

"She's fine, thank you, you should be able to see her at the next dance." Elizabeth said.

After thinking about it, she lowered her head and smiled again: "She is the most angel-like person I have ever seen."

"Really?" said Mr. Bingley, "then I must know each other." But in his heart, he felt that it was Elizabeth's love for her sister that caused her to give such a high evaluation, and he couldn't help feeling sorry for the two sisters. I am deeply moved by her affection, and I can't help liking Elizabeth even more.

"Naturally, it should be an honor for everyone to meet someone like her." Elizabeth said quite proudly.

Mr. Bingley looked at Elizabeth proudly tilting her head up slightly, and the expression in her dark eyes moved him.

And the conversation that followed made him see Elizabeth's generous and funny style, as well as her extremely intelligent and insightful remarks. After the two dances, he was completely fascinated.

So, when he persuaded his friend, Mr. Darcy, to dance, he inevitably said with enthusiasm and exaggeration that he had "never met so many pleasant ladies in my life", emphasizing that "several of them It's really beautiful." When he said this, his eyes followed Elizabeth who was talking with someone.

This manner of Mr. Bingley was naturally noticed by Mrs. Bennet.So when she returned to the Bennet Mansion at night and found that her husband and daughter were still immersed in the fun of playing chess and did not sleep, she interrupted them without hesitation.

"Oh! my good sir," said she, as soon as she entered the room, "we had such a good evening, and a great ball. It's a pity you didn't go."

The other ladies of the Bennet family also came in, and Lydia lay down on the armchair as soon as she came in, crying tired.

"I danced every dance with Lydia!" said Kate, with a touch of pride and a touch of complaint. "Mary did several of them, too."

"Our daughters are so popular! There are so many female guests and so few male guests. They are the only ones, and there are always male companions to invite them, and it depends on whether they are willing to dance!" Mrs. Bennet said proudly "Especially Liz, Mr. Bingley thought she was beautiful--because, of course, he hadn't seen you, dear Jane--he danced with her twice! Just think of that, He did dance with her twice, my dear! So many ladies! He invited Miss Lucas to his first dance. You have no idea how upset I was when I saw him standing beside her ! However, he is not interested in her at all, in fact, no one is interested in her."

"Mother!" cried Elizabeth.

Charlotte Lucas was Elizabeth's close friend, and she couldn't stand her mother mentioning her friend in this way.

"Oh! Don't interrupt, Liz!" Mrs. Bennet gave her a look, but did not go on. "My dear sir, you have no idea how fascinated Mr. Bingley looked when Liz walked off the dance-floor. He immediately asked for her name, asked for an introduction, and, of course, was very sorry to know that you should not be at the ball, Jane, very sorry!"

"Oh, I'm not sorry. I played a few good games of chess with Dad tonight. What do you think, Dad?" Jane laughed.

"It's indeed a good game of chess." Mr. Bennet patted Jane's hand.

Mrs. Bennet, impatient to hear them tearing apart, said at once: "Oh! my dear, I am very fond of this young man. He is so handsome! His sisters are very pleasant, too, so noble and elegant. Dear! I wish you had met them, Jane, you don't know the lace in Mrs. Hurst's dress..."

"Don't talk about Lace, don't talk about Mrs. Bennet," cried Mr. Bennet, "I beg you."

Mrs. Bennet was then obliged to find another subject, and Mr. Darcy was inevitably mentioned.

"The man with Mr. Bingley, called 'Mr. Darcy', he is not worthy of our concern, although he may be the richest man in Derbyshire, he is also the most arrogant, nasty, mean..."

Jane listened with great interest to Mrs. Bennet's description of Mr. Darcy's arrogant and rude attitude. Her words were harsh and exaggerated, which made Jane laugh several times.

"Is it really that annoying?" Jane asked Elizabeth enthusiastically.

Elizabeth gave her a small supercilious look back.