Pride and Prejudice Part 3

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In the previous episode, our heroine Elizabeth Bennett attempted to wound Mr. Darcy's pride by refusing to dance with him at a party. He unexpectedly remarked on her fine eyes and pretty face, a most perplexing turn of sentiment. We also discovered more about why Mrs. Bennett is so desperate for her daughters to find husbands. With their father's estate due to be inherited by a male cousin, the Bennett sisters must marry well or risk ruin. All eyes are now on Jane, the eldest, as she grows closer to the wealthy Mr. Bingley. Her mother's meddling isn't helping. In a most curious scheme, Mrs. Bennett insisted her daughter ride over to Bingley's estate on horseback in the rain. Why? So she'd be forced to spend the night there. There was a hiccup, however, riding in a downpour caused Jane to fall ill. Concerned, Lizzie quickly rushed to her side. Now the two eldest Bennett sisters are stuck at Bingley's home, Netherfield Park. Thus begins an awkward evening with Lizzie, Mr. Bingley, his gossiping sisters, and the intriguing Mr. Darcy. From the Noiser Podcast network, this is Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 8 At five o'clock, the two ladies retired to dress, and at half past six, Elizabeth was summoned to dinner. To the civil enquiries which she then poured in, and amongst which she had the pleasure of distinguishing the much superior solicitude of Mr. Bingley, she could not make a very favourable answer. Jane was by no means better. The sisters on hearing this repeated three or four times how much they were grieved, how shocking it was to have a bad cold, and how excessively they disliked being ill themselves. And then thought no more of the matter, and their indifference towards Jane, when not immediately before them, restored Elizabeth to the enjoyment of all her original dislike. Their brother indeed was the only one of the party whom Lizzie could regard with any complacency. His anxiety for Jane was evident, and his attention to herself most pleasing. And they prevented her feeling herself so much an intruder as she believed she was considered by the others. She had very little notice from any but him. Ms. Bingley was engrossed by Mr. Darcy, her sister scarcely less so, and as for Mr. Hurst, by whom Elizabeth sat, he was an indolent man who lived only to eat, drink, and play at cards. Who, when he found her to prefer a plain dish to a ragout, had nothing to say to her. When dinner was over, she returned directly to Jane, and Ms. Bingley began abusing her as soon as she was out of the room. Her manners were pronounced to be very bad indeed, a mixture of pride and impertinence. She had no conversation, no style, no taste, no beauty. Mrs. Hurst thought the same and added, she has nothing in short to recommend her but being an excellent walker. I shall never forget her appearance this morning. She really looked almost wild. She did indeed, Louisa. I could hardly keep my countenance. Very nonsensical to come at all. Why must she be scampering about the country, because her sister had a cold? Her hair so untidy, so blousy. Yes, and her petticoat, I hope you saw her petticoat. Six inches deep in mud, I am absolutely certain, and the gown which had been let down to hide it, not doing its office. Your picture may be very exact, Louisa said Mr. Bingley, but this was all lost upon me . . . I thought Miss Elizabeth Bennett looked remarkably well when she came into the room this morning. Her dirty petticoat quite escaped my notice. You observed it, Mr. Darcy, I am sure, said Miss Bingley, and I am inclined to think that you would not wish to see your sister make such an exhibition. Certainly not, replied Mr. Darcy. To walk three miles, or four miles, or five miles, or whatever it is, said Miss Bingley, above her ankles in dirt, and alone, quite alone, what could she mean by it? It seems to me to show an abominable sort of conceited independence, a most country-town indifference to decorum. It shows an affection for her sister that is very pleasing, said Mr. Bingley. I am afraid, Mr. Darcy, observed Miss Bingley in a half-whisper, that this adventure has rather affected your admiration of her fine eyes. Not at all, he replied. They were brightened by the exercise. A short pause followed this speech, and Mrs. Hurst began again. I have an excessive regard for Jane Bennett. She is really a very sweet girl, and I wish with all my heart she were well settled. But with such a father and mother, and such low connections, I am afraid there is no chance of it. I think I heard you say that their uncle is an attorney in Meriton. Mr. Darcy replied, yes, and they have another, who lives somewhere near Cheepside. That is capital, added her sister, and they both laughed heartily. If they had uncles enough to fill all Cheepside, cried Mr. Bingley, it would not make them one jot less agreeable. But, said Darcy, it must very materially lessen their chance of marrying men of any consideration in the world. To this speech Mr. Bingley made no answer, but his sisters gave it their hearty assent and indulged their mirth for some time at the expense of their dear friend's vulgar relations. With a renewal of tenderness, however, they repaired to her room on leaving the dining parlor and sat with her till summoned to coffee. She was still very poorly, and Elizabeth would not quit her at all, till late in the evening when she had the comfort of seeing her asleep. And when it appeared to her rather ripe than pleasant, that she should go downstairs herself. On entering the drawing room she found the whole party at cards, and was immediately invited to join them. But suspecting them to be playing high, she declined it and made her sister the excuse. And she would amuse herself for the short time she could stay below with a book. Mr. Hurst looked at her with astonishment. Do you prefer reading to cards, said he? That is rather singular. Miss Elizabeth Bennet, said Miss Bingley, despises cards. She is a great reader and has no pleasure in anything else. I deserve neither such praise nor such censure, cried Elizabeth. I am not a great reader, and I have pleasure in many things. In nursing your sister, I am sure you have pleasure, said Mr. Bingley. And I hope it will soon be increased by seeing her quite well. Elizabeth thanked him from her heart, and then walked towards a table where a few books were lying. He immediately offered to fetch her others, all that his library afforded. And I wish my collection were larger for your benefit in my own credit, but I am an idle fellow, and though I have not many, I have more than I ever looked into. Elizabeth assured him that she could suit herself perfectly with those in the room. I am astonished, said Miss Bingley, that my father should have left so small a collection of books. What a delightful library you have at Pemberley, Mr. Darcy. It ought to be good, he replied. It has been the work of many generations. And then you have added so much to it yourself. You are always buying books. I cannot comprehend the neglect of a family library in such days as these, replied Darcy. Neglect? I am sure you neglect nothing that can add to the beauties of that noble place. Charles, when you build your house, I wish it may be half as delightful as Pemberley. I wish it may, replied he. But I would really advise you to make your purchase in that neighbourhood, and take Pemberley for a kind of model. There is not a finer county in England than Derbyshire. With all my heart I will buy Pemberley itself, if Darcy will sell it. I am talking of possibilities, Charles. Upon my word, Caroline, I should think it more possible to get Pemberley by purchase than by imitation. Elizabeth was so much caught by what passed, as to leave her very little attention for her book, and soon, laying it wholly aside, she drew near the card table, and stationed herself between Mr. Bingley and his eldest sister to observe the game. Is Miss Darcy much grown since the spring, said Miss Bingley? Will she be as tall as I am? I think she will, said Darcy. She is now about Miss Elizabeth Bennet's height, or rather taller. How I long to see her again, I have never met with anybody who delighted me so much. Such countenance, such manners, and so extremely accomplished for her age. Her performance on the piano forte is exquisite. It is amazing to me, said Mr. Bingley, how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished as they all are. All young ladies accomplished. My dear Charles, what do you mean? Yes, all of them, I think. They all paint, cover screens, and net purses. I scarcely know any one who cannot do all this, and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken up for the first time without being informed that she was very accomplished. Your list of the common extent of accomplishments, said Darcy, has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who deserves it, no other wise than by netting a purse or covering a screen. But I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general. I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen in the whole range of my acquaintance that are really accomplished. Nor I, I am sure, said Mr. Bingley. Then, observed Elizabeth, you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished woman. Yes, I do comprehend a great deal in it, replied Darcy. Oh, certainly, cried his faithful assistant. No one can be really esteemed accomplished who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages to deserve the word. Beside all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address, and expressions. Or the word will be but half deserved. All this she must possess, added Darcy. And to all, she must yet add something more substantial in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading. I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women, said Lizzie. I rather wonder now at your knowing any. Are you so severe upon your own sex as to doubt the possibility of all this? replied Mr. Darcy. I never saw such a woman. I never saw such capacity and taste and application and elegance as you describe. United. Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley both cried out against the injustice of her implied doubt and were both protesting that they knew many women who answered this description when Mr. Hurst called them to order with bitter complaints of their inattention to what was going forward. As all conversation was thereby at an end, Elizabeth soon afterwards left the room. Elizabeth Bennet, said Miss Bingley when the door was closed on her, is one of those young ladies who seek to recommend themselves to the other sex by undervaluing their own and with many men, I dare say, it succeeds. But in my opinion, it is a paltry device, a very mean art. Undoubtedly, replied Darcy, to whom the remark was chiefly addressed, there is meanness in all the arts which ladies sometimes con disend to employ for captivation. Whatever bears affinity to cunning is despicable. Miss Bingley was not so entirely satisfied with this reply as to continue the subject. Elizabeth joined them again only to say that her sister was worse and that she could not leave her. Mr. Bingley urged Mr. Jones being sent for immediately while his sisters convinced that no country advice could be of any service recommended and expressed to town for one of the most eminent physicians. Yes, she would not hear of, but she was not so unwilling to comply with their brother's proposal, and it was settled that Mr. Jones should be sent for early in the morning, if Miss Bennet were not decidedly better. Mr. Bingley was quite uncomfortable. His sisters declared that they were miserable. They solace their wretchedness, however, by duets after supper, while he could find no better relief to his feelings than by giving his housekeeper directions that every possible attention might be paid to the sick lady and her sister. This episode is sponsored by Magic Radio. Magic Radio plays the best variety from the 80s to now. 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Elizabeth passed the chief of the night in her sister's room, and in the morning had the pleasure of being able to send a tolerable answer to the inquiries which she very early received from Mr. Bingley by a housemaid and sometime afterwards from the two elegant ladies who waited on his sisters. In spite of this amendment, however, she requested to have a note sent to Longbourn, desiring her mother to visit Jane and form her own judgement of her situation. The note was immediately dispatched, and its contents as quickly complied with. Mrs. Bennet, accompanied by her two youngest girls, reached Netherfield soon after the family breakfast. Had she found Jane in any apparent danger, Mrs. Bennet would have been very miserable, but being satisfied on seeing her that her illness was not alarming, she had no wish of her recovering immediately as her restoration to health would probably remove her from Netherfield. She would not listen therefore to her daughter's proposal of being carried home. Neither did the apothecary who arrived about the same time think it at all advisable. Just sitting a little while with Jane on Miss Bingley's appearance and invitation, the mother and three daughters all attended her in the breakfast parlour. Mr. Bingley met them with hopes that Mrs. Bennet had not found Miss Bennet worse than she expected. Indeed, I have, sir, was her answer. She's a great deal too ill to be moved. Mr. Jones, we must not think of moving her. We must trespass a little longer on your kindness. Removed, cried Bingley, it must not be thought of. My sister, I am sure, will not hear of her removal. You may depend upon it, madam, said Miss Bingley with cold civility, that Miss Bennet shall receive every possible attention while she remains with us. Mrs. Bennet was profuse in her acknowledgments. I am sure, she added, if it was not for such good friends, that I do not know what would become of her, for she is very ill indeed and suffers a vast deal, though with the greatest patience in the world, which is always the way with her, for she has, without exception, the sweetest temper I ever met with. I often tell my other girls that they are nothing to her. You have a sweet room here, Mr. Bingley, and a charming prospect over that gravel walk. I do not know a place in the country that is equal to Netherfield. You will not think of quitting it in a hurry, I hope, though you have but a short lease. Whatever I do is done in a hurry, replied he, and therefore if I should resolve to quit Netherfield, I should probably be off in five minutes. But present, however, I consider myself as quite fixed here. That is exactly what I should have supposed of you, said Lizzie. You begin to comprehend me, do you? cried he, turning towards her. Oh yes, I understand you perfectly. I wish I might take this for a compliment, but to be so easily seen through I am afraid is pitiful. That is as it happens, replied Lizzie. It does not necessarily follow that a deep, intricate character is more or less estimable than such a one as yours. Lizzie, cried her mother, remember where you are and do not run on in the wild manner that you have suffered to do at home. I did not know before, continued Bingley immediately, that you are a studier of character. It must be an amusing study. Yes, but intricate characters on the most amusing, said Lizzie. They have at least that advantage. The country, said Dossie, can in general supply but few subjects for such a study. In a country neighborhood you move in a very confined and unvarying society. But people themselves alter so much, replied Lizzie, there is something new to be observed in them forever. Yes, indeed, cried Mrs. Bennett, offended by his manner of mentioning a country neighborhood. 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Subject to availability while stocks last. Everybody was surprised and Darcy, after looking at her for a moment, turned silently away. Mrs. Bennett, who fancied she had gained a complete victory over him, continued her triumph. I cannot see that London has any great advantage over the country, for my part, except the shops and public places. The country is a vast deal pleasanter. Is not it, Mr. Bingley? When I am in the country, he replied, I never wish to leave it, and when I am in town, it is pretty much the same. They have each their advantages, and I can be equally happy in either. I, that is because you have the right disposition, but that gentleman, looking at Darcy, seemed to think the country was nothing at all. Indeed, Mama, you are mistaken, said Elizabeth, blushing for her mother. You quite mistook, Mr. Darcy. He only meant there was not such a variety of people to be met with in the country as in town, which you must acknowledge to be true. Nobody said there were, but as to not meeting with many people in this neighbourhood, I believe there are few neighbourhoods larger. I know we dine with four and twenty families. Nothing but concern for Elizabeth could enable Bingley to keep his countenance. His sister was less delicate, and directed her eye towards Mr. Darcy with a very expressive smile. Elizabeth, for the sake of saying something that might turn her mother s thoughts, now asked her if Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn since her coming away. Yes, she called yesterday with her father. What an agreeable man Sir William is, Mr. Bingley, is not he? So much the man of fashion, so gentile and so easy, he is always something to say to everybody. That is my idea of good breeding, and those persons who fancy themselves very important and never open their mouths quite mistake the matter. Did Charlotte dine with you? said Lizzie. No, she would go home. I fancied she wanted about the mince pies. For my part, Mr. Bingley, I always keep servants that can do their own work. My daughters are brought up differently. Not everybody is to judge for themselves, and the Lucces are a very good sort of girls, I assure you. It is a pity that they are not handsome. Not that I think Charlotte so very plain, but then she is our particular friend. She seems a very pleasant young woman, said Mr. Bingley. Oh, dear yes, but you must own, she is rather plain. Lady Lucas herself has often said so, and envied me, Jane's beauty. I do not like to boast of my own child, but to be sure, Jane, one does not often see anybody better looking. It is what everybody says, I do not trust my own partiality. When she was only fifteen, there was a gentleman at my brother's gardeners in town so much in love with her, that my sister-in-law was sure he would make her an offer before we came away. But however he did not, perhaps he thought her too young. However he wrote some verses on her, and very pretty they were. And so ended his affection, said Elizabeth, impatiently. There has been many a one, I fancy, overcome in the same way. I wonder who first discovered the efficacy of poetry in driving away love. I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love, said Darcy. Of a fine stout healthy love it may, replied Lizzie. Everything nourishes what is strong already, but if it be only a slight thin sort of inclination, I am convinced that one good sonnet will starve it entirely away. Darcy only smiled, and the general pause which ensued made Elizabeth tremble lest her mother should make an exhibition of herself again. She longed to speak, but could think of nothing to say, and after a short silence, Mrs. Bennet began repeating her thanks to Mr. Bingley for his kindness to Jane, with an apology for traveling him also with Lizzie. Mr. Bingley was unaffectedly civil in his answer, and forced his younger sister to be civil also, and say what the occasion required. She performed her part, indeed, without much graciousness, but Mrs. Bennet was satisfied, and soon afterwards ordered her carriage. Upon this signal the youngest of her daughters put herself forward. The two girls had been whispering to each other during the whole visit, and the result of it was that the youngest should tax Mr. Bingley with having promised, on his first coming into the country, to give a ball at Netherfield. Lydia was a stout, well-grown girl of fifteen, with a fine complexion and good-humoured countenance. A favourite with her mother, whose affection had brought her into public at an early age, she had high animal spirits and a sort of natural self-consequence, which the attentions of the officers, to whom her uncle's good dinners and her own easy manners recommended her, had increased her assurance. She was very equal, therefore, to address Mr. Bingley on the subject of the ball, and abruptly reminded him of his promise, adding that it would be the most shameful thing in the world if he did not keep it. His answer to this sudden attack was delightful to her mother's ear. I am perfectly ready, I assure you, to keep my engagement, and when your sister is recovered, you shall, if you please, name the very day of the ball. She would not wish to be dancing while she is ill. Lydia declared herself satisfied. Oh yes, it would be much better to wait till Jane was well, and by that time, most likely Captain Carter would be at Merrigan again, and when you have given your ball, she added, I shall insist on there giving one also. I shall tell Colonel Forster it will be quite a shame if he does not. As Mened and her daughters then departed. Elizabeth returned instantly to Jane, leaving her own and her relations' behavior to the remarks of the two ladies and Mr. Darcy. The latter of whom, however, could not be prevailed on to join in their censure of Lizzie, in spite of all Miss Bingley's witticisms on fine eyes. In the next episode, tensions increase in all sorts of ways. Still trapped in the luxurious surroundings of Netherfield Park, Mr. Darcy and Lizzie continue to argue about everything, even her taste in music. Nevertheless, Darcy's interest in her and her bright eyes grows, much to the jealous Miss Bingley's displeasure. Could sabotage be force coming? Meanwhile, cosied up by the far side in a world of their own, Jane's relationship with Mr. Bingley enters an exciting new phase. It's next time on Jane Austen Stories, Pride and Prejudice. You can listen to the next two episodes of Pride and Prejudice right now without waiting by subscribing to Noiser+. Head to www.noiser.com slash subscriptions for more information or click the link in the episode description. Self praise is no praise, except for people talking about their jobs online. 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