[Pride and Prejudice] Crossing into Elizabeth

When Mrs. Bennet saw Mr. Collins's proud look, she immediately stared. She didn't care about arguing with Mr. Bennet, and she even put aside the matter of being abused by her family.

He yelled at Mr. Collins angrily: "I won't be back until this hour! This gentleman—Mr. Collins, the food at Lucas' Cabin must be to your liking?"

"It's really good," Mr. Collins said with a smile on his face, "Mrs. Bennet, the food at Miss Lucas's house today is very sumptuous. It's the first time I've had such a sumptuous meal except at Mrs. Catherine's house-this There is a reason, of course, but it is better not to mention it now, after all, I have had a wonderful day, how are you, madam?"

"Oh—" Mrs. Bennet was immediately stimulated by Mr. Collins' beaming tone, and she said angrily, "we have a wonderful day today, a hundred times better than you at Lucas Cottage, a thousand times. Times! I shouldn't have said that, but I've always told the truth!"

Mr. Collins still looked at Mrs. Bennet happily. His good mood was not affected by Mrs. Bennet at all. If it was different, Mr. Collins would have been angry long ago, but he is in a surprisingly good mood today, so he doesn't want to Comparing with Mrs. Bennet.

Mr. Collins looked at Elizabeth happily, "Dear cousin Elizabeth," Mr. Collins said, "I want to ask—in fact, there is no need to ask, because you will definitely do what you say—excuse me, I entrusted you with a message yesterday. Have you conveyed the message to Mr. Darcy?"

When Mr. Collins walked in so happily, Elizabeth secretly suspected that Mr. Collins was already engaged to Charlotte. This is definitely a blockbuster, and it will definitely blow up their family today. Elizabeth prayed in her heart I hope that Mr. Collins will not speak out for the time being, even if it is postponed until tomorrow-after Mr. Darcy has made a request to Mr. Bennet.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Collins suddenly asked such a question, and Elizabeth remembered this matter. Mr. Collins asked her to bring a message to Mr. Darcy yesterday. She promised Mr. Collins that she would bring the message to Mr. Collins, but But forgot all about it!

Elizabeth embarrassedly told Mr. Collins: "... I'm really sorry, I forgot about it, but it doesn't matter, Mr. Darcy will come to our house tomorrow, and I will tell him then, and I will tell Mr. Darcy again , You asked me to tell him this yesterday, but I accidentally forgot..."

"Accidentally forgot!" Mr. Collins interrupted Elizabeth immediately, and he scowled. "But you promised me! Accidentally forgot, that's a very light way to say it. I hope you mean it." Forget it, not..."

Mr. Collins said, looking at Mrs. Bennet meaningfully, "not being instructed by anyone-but it's better not to say this, I thank you very much, cousin Elizabeth, I thank you very much Good intentions, even though it just made me happy for nothing."

"Oh—" Mrs. Bennet immediately called out to Elizabeth, "you're doing the right thing, Lizzie, that's what you should do, and though I don't want to talk to you today, I still want to tell you that You can't do anything better, and I hate passing words around, I think it's nothing more than hypocrisy, because if you really want to, why don't you say it yourself?"

"Ma'am!" Mr. Collins asked Mrs. Bennet gravely. "What do you mean?"

Mrs. Bennet was about to say something mean to Mr. Collins, when Lydia cried out impatiently: "Stop talking, I really don't want to hear such nonsense! Listen to you arguing over such a trivial matter I can't stand it! We were talking about George Wycombe before Mr Collins came in, and I don't want to hear anything that has nothing to do with him!"

After Lydia finished yelling, the living room fell silent for a moment. Mrs. Bennet was no longer in the mood to care about Wycombe, and sat angrily without saying a word. Mr. Collins said nothing to Mrs. Bennet and Elizabeth. Angry, she sat there alone, and Elizabeth also sat quietly.

Mr. Bennet was in a particularly good mood, and he asked Lydia with great interest: "What? Is there anything else we don't know about George Wycombe? What you just said is so detailed that I almost I feel that even if he is among thousands of officers, I can recognize him at a glance."

Lydia exclaimed: "I've got a lot to tell! I know all about him, including his wife—I can't bear to mention this man, but I must tell you how— After Wycombe left, I questioned Miss Smith carefully. As you know, she just did something wrong to me and was caught by me! So she dared not hide it from me. As soon as I asked her Tell me all about it, Wycombe's wife is an ugly, freckled woman, my goodness, you think, who would like that? Why Wycombe would marry her, It's just because she's a rich woman with a dowry of more than ten thousand pounds," Lydia said triumphantly. And Kitty saw Wycombe, but you will see him sooner or later, and when you see him in person, and know what a handsome and charming boy he is, then you will understand how I feel, Smith. When the lady told me this, I thought I could put an egg in my mouth!"

"What Lydia said is true!" Kitty said with some emotion from the side. "Who would have thought that Wycombe would marry such a person?"

Lydia said indignantly: "If only I were as rich as that woman, I just need to know Wickham three months earlier!"

Both Kitty and Lydia were very sorry for George Wycombe, and after speaking, Wycombe was no longer Wycombe, but became "poor Wycombe", Lydia, in particular, was very angry, resentful, and blamed herself for only now acquainting "poor Wycombe," but Mrs. Bennet had not intervened, although she had been as enthusiastic about the subject as her two daughters just now. , but after Mr. Collins appeared, the handsome young man in the daughter's mouth could no longer be favored by Mrs. Bennet.

Now Mrs. Bennet doesn't like how Mr. Collins looks at her. Seeing him in their living room with a straight face, Mrs. Bennet feels uncomfortable in her eyes. Mrs. Bennet looks at Mr. Collins hard, while I thought to myself, why does this annoying person have to come over and block her eyes?

Mr. Collins felt Mrs. Bennet's gaze, and he immediately turned his head to look back at Mrs. Bennet, and asked her solemnly: "I feel you are looking at me, do you have something to say to me, Bennett?" lady?"

Mrs. Bennet said unceremoniously to Mr. Collins: "I was thinking how to get you back to your room--as the man we are discussing is neither known nor interested in you, for your own comfort, I'd better go upstairs, please."

"I want to thank you for your kindness, for you have noticed even my lack of interest in the subject of Cousin Lydia and Cousin Kitty, but I don't want to go upstairs just yet, as I am expecting Mr. Darcy to-morrow. Now, how should I explain to him that I chose to visit him at Lucas Cottage instead of Netherfield..."

"For God's sake! Mr. Collins, please don't mention that family anymore!" Mrs. Bennet looked as if she could bear it no longer. Here comes Mr Darcy..."

Mrs. Bennet stopped suddenly, as if she suddenly thought of something, and soon she yelled again: "Who said Mr. Darcy will come over tomorrow? Why didn't I hear about it...not at all This happened! I remember very clearly that no one in Netherfield told me that I would come over tomorrow. If Jane told me, I would have Jane send a servant to tell Hill to prepare tomorrow's meals. It's better, but there's nothing like that..."

"Nothing!" exclaimed Mr. Collins, his eyes widening.

"... dear Cousin Elizabeth, what's the matter? Didn't you just tell me Mr. Darcy was coming to-morrow?"

Mrs. Bennet also remembered who was the first to say that Mr. Darcy would come tomorrow: "Lizzie, who told you that Mr. Darcy would come tomorrow..."

Mrs. Bennet suddenly thought of the scene where Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were chatting with each other in Netherfield today.

Elizabeth had just realized that she had slipped her tongue for a while, and told the story of Mr. Darcy's coming tomorrow.

When everyone didn't notice just now, she was quietly relieved, but this matter was caught out so quickly.

Moreover, Mrs. Bennet seemed to suddenly think of something at this time, so Elizabeth couldn't help but looked at Mrs. Bennet cautiously.

Mrs. Bennet seemed to understand something suddenly, and joy bloomed on her face instantly. Mrs. Bennet asked Elizabeth with sparkling eyes: "Dear Lizzie, my baby, tell me quickly, yes Didn't Mr Darcy tell you privately that he was coming to-morrow?"