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Welcome to Jane Austen's Talk Hello Stories. I'm Julie Andrews and from the Noiser Podcast Network. This is Pride and prejudice part 17. In the previous episode, we saw Lydia and Kitty's silliness reaching new heights. When the regiment left the local market town of Meryton for Brighton, the girls were distraught. Luckily for Lydia, Colonel Forster and his wife invited her to accompany them and enjoy a seaside holiday. Lydia's delight was matched only by Kitty's distress at being left behind. She was not the only Bennet girl to be upset by Lydia's invitation. Elizabeth tried to warn their father that her sister could not be trusted to behave while surrounded at all times by handsome men. And if Lydia were deemed a flirt, what would that mean for the family's reputation? Unfortunately, Mr. Bennet was indifferent to her concern. He may regret ignoring the warnings. With nothing with nothing to be done to stop Lydia's excursion, Lizzie went away on a trip of her own, travelling north with her aunt and uncle. But the journey had gone in an unforeseen direction towards Pemberley, the estate and country home of Mr. Darcy. Given how badly things were left between them, what might happen if Lizzie runs into him again? We rejoin now as the party approaches the stunning grounds of Pemberley. From the Noiza Podcast Network, this is Pride and Prejudice. Chapter 43. Elizabeth, as they drove along, watched for the first appearance of Pemberley woods with some perturbation. And when at length they turned in at the lodge, her spirits were in a high flutter. The park was very large and contained great variety of ground. They entered it in one of its lowest points and drove for some time through a beautiful wood stretching over a wide extent. Elizabeth's mind was too full for conversation, but she saw and admired every remarkable spot and port. They gradually ascended for half a mile and then found themselves at the top of a considerable eminence, where the wood ceased and the eye was instantly caught by Pemberley House, situated on the opposite side of the valley, into which the road with some abruptness wound. It was a large, handsome stone building, standing well on rising ground and backed by a ridge of high woody hills. And in front a stream of some natural importance was swelled into greater, but without any artificial appearance. Its banks were neither formal nor falsely adorned. Elizabeth was delighted. She had never seen a place for which nature had done more, or where natural beauty had been so little counteracted by an awkward taste. They were all of them warm in their admiration, and at that moment she felt that to be mistress of Pemberley might be something. They descended the hill, crossed the bridge and drove to the door, and while examining the nearer aspect of the house, all her apprehension of meeting its owner returned. She dreaded lest the chambermaid had been mistaken. On applying to see the place, they were admitted into the hall, and Elizabeth, as they waited for the housekeeper, had leisure to wonder at her being where she was. The housekeeper came, a respectable looking elderly woman, much less fine and more civil than she had any notion of finding her. They followed her into the dining parlor. It was a large, well proportioned room, handsomely fitted up. Elizabeth, after slightly surveying it, went to a window to enjoy its prospect. The hill, crowned with wood from which they had descended, receiving increased abruptness from the distance, was a beautiful object. Every disposition of the ground was good, and she looked on the whole scene, the river, the trees scattered on its banks, and the winding of the valley as far as she could trace it with delight. As they passed into other rooms, these objects were taking different positions, but from every window there were beauties to be seen. The rooms were lofty and handsome, and their furniture suitable to the fortune of their proprietor. But Elizabeth saw with admiration of his taste that it was neither gaudy nor uselessly fine, with less of splendor and more real elegance than the furniture of Rosings. And of this place, thought she, I might have been mistress, but these rooms I might have now been familiarly acquainted. Instead of viewing them as a stranger, I might have rejoiced in them as my own and welcomed to them as visitors. My uncle and aunt recollecting herself. But no, that could never be. My uncle and aunt would have been lost to me. I should not have been allowed to invite them. This was a lucky recollection. It saved her from something like regret. She longed to inquire of the housekeeper whether her master were really absent, but had not courage for it. At length, however, the question was asked by her uncle, and she turned away with alarm, while Mrs. Reynolds replied that he was adding, but we expect him to morrow with a large party of friends. How rejoiced was Elizabeth that their own journey had not by any circumstances been delayed a day. Her aunt now called her to look at a picture. She approached and saw the likeness of Mr. Wickham, suspended amongst several other miniatures over the mantelpiece. Her aunt asked her smilingly how she liked it. The housekeeper came forward and told them it was the picture of a young gentleman, the son of her late master's steward, who had been brought up by him at his own expense. He is now gone into the army, she added, but I am afraid he has turned out very wild. Mrs. Gardiner looked at her niece with a smile, but Elizabeth could not return it. And that, said Mrs. Reynolds, pointing to another of the miniatures, is my master, replied the housekeeper, and very like him. It was drawn at the same time as the other, about eight years ago. I have heard much of your master's fine person, said Mrs. Gardiner, looking at the picture. It is a handsome face. But, Lizzie, you can tell us whether it is like or not, Mrs. Reynolds. Respect for Elizabeth seemed to increase on this intimation of her knowing her master. Does that young lady know Mr. Darcy? Elizabeth coloured and said a little. And do you not think him a very handsome gentleman, ma'? Am? Yes, very handsome, replied Lizzie. I am sure I know none so handsome, said the housekeeper. But in the gallery upstairs you will see a finer, larger picture of him than this. This room was my late master's favourite room, and these miniatures are just as they used to be. Then he was very fond of them. This accounted to Elizabeth for Mr. Wickham's being among them. Mrs. Reynolds then directed their attention to one of Miss Darcy, drawn when she was only 8 years old. And is Miss Darcy as handsome as her brother? Said Mr. Gardiner. Oh, yes. The handsomest young lady that ever was seen. And so accomplished. She plays and sings all day long. In the next room is a new instrument just come down for her, a present from my master. She comes here tomorrow with him. Mr. Gardiner, whose manners were easy and pleasant, encouraged her communicativeness by his questions and remarks. Mrs. Reynolds, either from pride or attachment, had evidently great pleasure in talking of her master and his sister. Is your master much at Pemberley in the course of the year? Asked Mr. Gardiner. Not so much as I could wish, sir. But I dare say he may spend half his time here. And Ms. Darcy is always down for the summer months. Except, thought Elizabeth, when she goes to Ramsgate. If your master would marry, you might see more of him, said Mr. Gardiner. Yes, sir, but I do not know when that will be. I do not know who is going good enough for him. Mr. And Mrs. Gardiner smiled. Elizabeth could not help saying it is very much to his credit. I am sure that you should think so. I say no more than the truth and what everybody will say that knows him, replied the housekeeper. Elizabeth thought this was going pretty far, and she listened with increasing astonishment as the housekeeper added, I have never had a crossword from him in my life and I have known him ever since he was 4 years old. This was praise of all others. Most extraordinary, most opposite to Lizzie's ideas. That he was not a good tempered man had been her firmest opinion. Her keenest attention was awakened. She longed to hear more and was grateful to her uncle for saying, there are very few people of whom so much can be said. You are lucky in having such master. Yes, sir, I know I am. If I were to go through the world, I could not meet with a better. But I have always observed that they who who are good natured when children are good natured when they grow up. And he was always the sweetest tempered, most generous hearted boy in the world. Elizabeth almost stared at her. Can this be? Mr. Darcy? Thought she. His father was an excellent man, said Mrs. Gardiner. Yes, ma', am, that he was indeed. And his son will be just like him. Just as affable to the poor. Elizabeth listened, wondered, doubted and was impatient for more. When you're a forward thinker, you don't.