Pride and Prejudice Becoming Jane Bennet

The rolling hills, the endless grasslands, the woods and pastures one after another, the chic farmhouses that look hazy in the mist, and the herds of cattle and sheep.Under the sun, the clear river meanders through the green grass, like a dazzling diamond belt, and the surrounding fields are peaceful and serene.This is Derby County.

Jane and the Weston couple traveled in an open carriage along the post road between the pastures. Mr. Weston described to Jane and Mrs. Weston the places of Matlock, Chatsworth, Pigeon Hollow, and Xiufu along the way. The scenic spots made the two look around from time to time, and when the carriage finally drove into the Peak District of Derbyshire, and the people in the car really saw this premier national park in later generations, everyone was deeply shocked.

"In fact, Derbyshire alone is enough for us to spend a month!" Mr. Weston said with emotion, "Nature and culture are combined into one, and the beauty of nature and man-made is reflected in this county!"

"Indeed," said Mrs. Weston, "these natural and untouched beauties are nothing in the Southern counties!"

Jane didn't speak, because all her attention was attracted by the beautiful scenery in front of her at the moment.Sitting in the open carriage, she looked at the open moorland, the beautiful river valley and the picturesque villages, looked at the clear and cloudless high blue sky, and breathed the fresh air which was completely different from Birmingham, and she felt uneasy in her heart. Expressively.

As they went deeper and deeper into the peak area, soon, apart from the indescribably beautiful natural scenery, Jane also realized what Mr. Weston called "the beauty of nature and man-made".

The peak area is divided into the black peak in the north and the white peak in the south.The sandstone and shale of the Black Peaks host heather moorlands and mulch swamps where sheep pastures and grouse hunting have been established; the limestone highs of the White Peaks are more cultivated for agriculture.In the steep areas, the narrow valleys of Baifeng and the deep canyons of Heifeng are mostly natural broad-leaved forests, and the artificial coniferous forests are mostly artificial in the riversides. Whether it is artificial or natural, it is integrated with the surrounding environment. Even the waste mounds of those lead mines have become another unique landscape in the Baifeng area.

For two whole days, the few people walked casually, sometimes traveling in a carriage, sometimes walking through the entire river valley, and sometimes they didn't quite know the direction.Fortunately, Mr. Weston kept in mind that Mr. Darcy would visit them at the Langton Hotel on the third day of their journey, so that Jane and Mrs. Weston's tour did not delay the trip because it was too in-depth.

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On this day, when several people were having lunch in the suite of Langton Hotel, Mr. Weston said to his wife and Jane: "According to the original plan, Mr. Darcy will come to visit us this afternoon, but I don't know When will he arrive, so let's not go out for a while."

"Of course," replied Mrs. Weston. "Mr. Darcy would like to come and visit us here, and we cannot keep him waiting for us."

At this time, Jane noticed that the hotel maid who was serving them dishes looked up at them when they mentioned Mr. Darcy, with a look of surprise on her face, and asked, "Hannah, do you know Darcy?" Sir?"

The maid smiled shyly, and said: "I don't have the honor, miss, but my brother does. He works as a gardener at Pemberley Park."

"I've heard the grounds are beautiful, aren't they?" asked Mrs. Weston.

"It's as good as anything, ma'am," Hannah replied with a smile.

"I am glad I have accepted Mr. Darcy's invitation," said Mr. Weston. "Pemberley Park is very near here, isn't it, Hannah?"

"Indeed, sir," answered Hannah, "not more than five miles, and twenty minutes at the most by carriage."

"Does Mr. Darcy usually return to Pemberley this season?" asked Mrs. Weston again.

"No, ma'am," answered Hannah. "Mr. Darcy doesn't come here very often."

At this time, she had already served the last dish of lunch, and put away the empty plates that Jane and the others had used.She bowed to them, closed the door, and left the room, while Mr. and Mrs. Weston engaged in another conversation concerning their impending visitor.

"It is very rare that we should happen upon Mr. Darcy's return to Derbyshire," said Mrs. Weston.

"Yes," rejoined Mr. Weston, "and he would offer to invite us to stay at his house. I was astonished when he made the offer."

"I am as surprised as you are," said Mrs. Weston. "It is hard to imagine him being so polite."

"He also offered to call on us at the hotel today," said Mr. Weston, "which I did not expect either."

Mrs. Weston smiled, looked at Jane, and said: "I think we are thanks to you, Jane."

Jane looked up from the plate, and looked at Mrs. Weston with surprise and a touch of embarrassment.

"I think we owe it to Mary and Mr. Hunter," said Jane. "Mr. Hunter and Mr. Darcy are very good friends, and you are Mr. Hunt's friend, Mr. Weston."

"I don't think Hunter has such a big face." Mr. Weston smiled and winked at Jane playfully.

"Mr. Darcy is completely different from what we heard in Hertfordshire." At this time, Mrs. Weston said again, "His attitude is still so polite after he knows my identity. This is not Hartford. The haughty Mr. Darcy, as those people in Dershire call it."

Mr. Weston smiled and said: "Indeed, and I think he respects you sincerely. With his status and the environment in which he grew up, it's really amazing."

"What you said is not wrong at all." Mrs. Weston said, "and the people we met along the way who knew Mr. Darcy, although some said he was arrogant, but for his valuable character, they all Affirmatively."

After a pause, she said again: "It's not like such a person would treat Mr. Wickham that badly."

"And Mr. Wickham doesn't have a good reputation around here," said Mr. Weston at this time. "They say he's got a lot of gambling debts everywhere he goes."

"Really?" Mrs. Weston looked at her husband in wonder.

"I believe so," said Mr. Weston.

"It seems we are all deluded," said Mrs. Weston. "Mr. Wickham is such a dreadful figure, that who, seeing his countenance and manner, can suspect that he is not a decent man?"

"The pleasing appearance and demeanor are his greatest weapon, allowing people to easily trust him," Jane said, "but he also uses this to deceive others."

"But you are not deceived, Jane?" laughed Mrs. Weston. "You seem to have doubted this Mr. Wickham from the first?"

Jane smiled and didn't speak.Because her doubts about Mr. Wickham were largely influenced by the original work. If it hadn’t been written in the original work that Wickham is a gentle scum, which made her wary of him from the beginning, she would probably Bewitched by Mr. Wickham's appearance, it's just that it's inconvenient to say this and let the Weston couple know.

At this time they had finished their lunch, and Mr. Weston rang the bell to call the maid to come in and clear the table, and several people moved to the small drawing room attached to the suite to continue to wait for their guests.

They didn't have to wait long when someone knocked at the door and came in, telling them that a carriage with the coat of arms of the Darcy family was parked at the door of the inn.Jane and the Westons knew at once that their visitor was coming.And as they expected, after a while, Mr. Darcy, Miss Darcy, and Mr. Bingley came up from downstairs. Among these guests, except for Miss Darcy, the others were all acquainted or acquainted with them.

"Permit me to introduce you," said Mr. Darcy to Jane and the Westons. "This is my sister, Georgiana."

Then he introduced Jane and the Westons to his sister.

Miss Darcy, looking somewhat embarrassed, curtseyed and greeted the strangers politely.Jane and the Weston couple quickly returned the salute, expressing their great pleasure to see her.

After the introduction in this way, the people in the room began to talk enthusiastically.

"It is a great honor to meet you, Miss Darcy," said Jane. "I have heard a good deal about you. I understand that you are very fond of music, and play very well."

"Oh, please don't say that," said Miss Darcy timidly. "I'm very clumsy..."

She looked at Jane, and said, "But I do love music, and I am very much looking forward to hearing you play. My brother once told me that he rarely met anyone he admired so much."

Jane froze for a moment, and said, "Your brother is really tolerant. You know, he once had to endure my playing all night."

"But he says you play very well!" said Miss Darcy in surprise.

Jane smiled and said, "Your brother is a gentleman, so naturally he wouldn't say that a young lady can't play well."

"Oh, no!" said Miss Darcy hastily, "no... I mean... my brother is indeed a gentleman... He never exaggerates the facts, and when he evaluates a thing, he is always objective and fair .”

"Then he's probably because he hasn't seen anyone who is as opportunistic as me." Jane smiled, "You don't know how panicked I was when I saw those difficult piano scores in Rosings, and finally only dared to play me. A song that I practiced before."

After a pause, she looked at Miss Darcy's embarrassed expression, and asked, "Lady Catherine and Miss Anne don't play the piano. As far as I know, you often visit Rosings, and the scores you left there, I will I suppose it's something you often play?"

Miss Darcy said, blushing: "No, I don't play those pieces very often, I find them too complicated for fun to play... but my aunt likes that."

This conversation made them get closer, and they wanted to continue talking, but at this time Mr. Bingley had finished greeting Mr. and Mrs. Weston, walked over, and said to Jane: "Miss Bennet, how are you?" ? It seems that it has been a long time since I saw you last time."

"I'm fine, thank you." Jane looked at him and said.

Mr. Bingley greeted her family again as usual, and then said: "I heard that your sister, Miss Mary, is engaged to Hunter? Please allow me to send my best wishes. Together with Darcy, I have accepted Hunter Invitation, will go to the wedding."

Jane smiled and said thanks.

"With all due respect," continued Mr. Bingley, "are any of your other sisters at Longbourne?"

"Except for two," said Jane, seeing Mr. Bingley's expression tense, "Mary and Lydia have been up to town lately."

Mr. Bingley's expression relaxed instantly, and his tone became cheerful.

"I haven't had a good conversation with you for a long time," said he. "We haven't seen each other since the ball at Netherfield on November 11th."

Jane was surprised that he remembered the day so clearly, and said, "That's true."

"You know," he went on, "that short time in Hertfordshire was probably the happiest of my life."

Jane looked at him in amazement, and found it very possible that this gentleman still had an affection for his sister Elizabeth, which made him remember the day of departure so vividly, and utter such affectionate words, that she Realizing that perhaps the gentleman had figured out whether her feelings for Elizabeth were a whim or a lifelong one had eased her disappointment with him, but she still couldn't do enough about his behavior. With no grievances in mind, she thought of what Elizabeth had said to her, and couldn't help feeling sorry for this marriage, wondering if she and Mr. Bingley could be reunited.