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She sounds charming, and I hope to meet her soon. If you and Bingley are both happy with the match, then I am certain I shall be too. And now, tell me what worries you, and I will give you my advice.” He drew breath. “But are you sure you are strong enough for another long tale?” Lying about the pain came easily to her now, so she smiled and nodded. He began his story in early November, with the slighting of Elizabeth Bennet.<\/p>\n

He did not spare himself as he talked, pointing out all his foolish handling of their friendship, his arrogance and insensitivity towards others, stumbling for words to describe the growth of his love, then ending with the despairing cry, “Why does she not answer?” She leant to take his strong hand in her small one. “There may be a thousand answers to that, Brother, and you will solve none of them by sitting here. Go to her, and demand an answer. Go immediately. Misunderstandings can only breed unhappiness, you must confront them face to face.<\/p>\n

And Fitzwilliam,” she smiled, tiredly now, “I very much hope you reach an understanding with her. I would dearly like to see you happy.” She paused. “Did you say you left the letter with Mr. Bingley to deliver? I thought so. Well, I may be doing him a grave injustice, but I don’t think I would trust my life’s hopes to Bingley’s memory, and especially not when his mind is so full of his own concerns.”<\/p>\n

She saw his sudden speculative frown. “Don’t go accusing him, I may be quite wrong. He is a caring boy at heart. Just keep it in mind. There. Kiss me goodbye now. I will see you again when you return.” His mind made up, set only on seeing Elizabeth as soon as possible, Darcy sprang the horse drawn carriage over the country lanes at speeds that would have called forth heartfelt admiration and envy from his cousin, Colonel Fitzwilliam. After traveling nearly two weeks, he swept up to Netherfield Park with a cheery “Halloo!”<\/p>\n

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Elizabeth sat exhausted by Jane’s bed at Netherfield Park, reading her letters. Her sister’s fever hadn’t improved, and she slept badly all night. The doctor had examined her, and had fortunately pronounced the worst would soon be over. By morning Jane was flushed, her eyes puffy and drooping, obviously feverish. Jane had at last dozed off into what seemed a calmer sleep, and Elizabeth, who had left the maid supervising the tasks the doctor had instructed, was able to sit quietly. She knew she should lie down and attempt to sleep herself while Jane was settled, but with the strange obstinacy of exhaustion, she wanted instead to peruse her letters.<\/p>\n

Amazingly she had received two. One from Mama at Longbourn, and one with a London mark. With some perplexity she studied the flamboyant feminine scrawl across the front, then, with a faint shrug, opened the letter. It was from Mrs. Gardiner. Elizabeth sat back in her chair, smiling to herself at her memories of her irrepressibly vivacious aunt. The letter was just what she would have expected from such a writer\u2014 an effervescent whirl of visits, events, gossip, scandals, anecdotes, outrageous surmises and details of everybody’s clothes, all described with Mrs. Gardiner’s quirky sense of the ridiculous.<\/p>\n

Elizabeth chuckled quietly as she read, and once laughed aloud, glancing guiltily at the bed as she did so. Greatly cheered, she turned to her other letter. All seemed well at Longbourn. Papa had bruised his hand badly when the carriage door had fallen off its hinges, but a few of the servants had contrived to patch the door together again, and his hand was now more yellow than purple.<\/p>\n

Her three younger sisters were proving to be far more use about the house than might have been expected, for which Mama was grateful. Elizabeth stared unseeing at the bedroom wall. She could visualize them all so clearly, and with a great rush of fondness, but with no regrets at her decision to leave to tend to Jane at Netherfield. Her thoughts drifted, and she was smiling and blushing a little before she turned back to her letter.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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