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Welcome to Jane Austen Stories. I'm Julie Andrews and from the Noise of Podcast network, this is Pride and prejudice part 23. In the previous episode, one mystery was solved, but another rose in its place. Elizabeth learned the truth of Mr. Darcy's involvement in Lydia's marriage. Turns out it wasn't Lizzie's uncle who had discovered where Wickham and Lydia were hiding. It was Mr. Darcy. Not only that, but he raced to London to find the errant couple and even paid off Wickham's debts. But the question remains, what motivated these gallant actions? Guilt? Chivalry? Or perhaps love? As the newlyweds left Longbourn, they were soon replaced by the return of a familiar figure, Mr. Bingley. Supposedly he was back in the area for the shooting, but his immediate visit to The Bennets alongside Mr. Darcy called into question Bingley's true intentions for Jane. Her seemingly doomed romance may just be back on the cards. Elizabeth, on the other hand, remains frustrated and befall by Darcy as despite his heroics surrounding Lydia, his recent behavior towards her has returned to being cold and distant. Have his feelings for Lizzie changed now? We rejoin our agitated protagonist just after Darcy and Bingley have taken their leave from the Noizub Podcast Network. This is Pride and Prejudice, Chapter 54. As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth walked out to recover her spirits, or in other words, to dwell without interruption on those subjects which must deaden them more. Mr. Darcy's behavior astonished and vexed her. Why, if he came only to be silent, grave and indifferent, said Lizzie. Did he come at all? She could settle it in no way that gave her pleasure. He could still be amiable, still pleasing to my uncle and aunt when he was in town, and why not to me? If he fears me, why come hither? If he no longer cares for me, why silent, teasing, teasing man? I will think no more about him. Her resolution was for a short time, involuntarily kept by the approach of her sister Jane, who joined her with a cheerful look which showed her better satisfied with their visitors than Elizabeth. Now, said Jane, that this first meeting is over. I feel perfectly easy. I know my own strength. I shall never be embarrassed again by his coming. I am glad he dines here on Tuesday. It will then be publicly seen that on both sides we meet only a common and indifferent acquaintance. Yes, very indifferent indeed, said Elizabeth laughingly. Oh, Jane. Take care, my dear Lizzie, you cannot think me so weak as to be in danger now. I think you are in very great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever. They did not see the gentleman again till Tuesday, and Mrs. Bennet in the meanwhile, was giving way to all the happy schemes which the good humour and common politeness of Bingley in half an hour's visit had revived. On Tuesday there was a large party assembled at Longbourn, and the two who were most anxiously expected were in very good time when they repaired to the dining room. Elizabeth eagerly watched to see whether Bingley would take the place which in all their former parties had belonged to him by her sister. Her prudent mother, occupied by the same ideas, forbore to invite him to sit by herself. On entering the room he seemed to hesitate, but Jane happened to look around and happened to smile. It was decided he placed himself by her. Elizabeth, with a triumphant sensation, looked towards his friend. He bore it with noble indifference, and she would have imagined that Bingley had received his sanction to be happy, had she not seen his eyes likewise turned towards Mr. Darcy with an expression of half laughing alarm. His behaviour to her sister was such during dinner time as showed an admiration of her, which, though more guarded than formerly, persuaded Elizabeth that, if left wholly to himself, Jane's happiness and his own would be speedily secured. Though she dared not depend upon the consequence, she yet received pleasure from observing his behaviour. It gave her all the animation that her spirits could boast, for she was in no cheerful humour. Mr. Darcy was almost as far away from her as as the table could divide them. He was on one side of her mother, she knew how little such a situation would give pleasure to either, or make either appear to advantage. She was not near enough to hear any of their discourse, but she could see how seldom they spoke to each other, and how formal and cold was their manner whenever they did. Her mother's ungraciousness made the sense of what they owed him more painful to Elizabeth's mind, and she would at times have given anything to be privileged to tell him that his kindness was neither unknown nor unfelt by the whole of the family. She was in hopes that the evening would afford some opportunity of bringing them together, that the whole of the visit would not pass away without enabling them to enter into something more of conversation than the mere ceremonious salutation attending his entrance. Anxious and uneasy, the period which passed in the drawing room after dinner, before the gentlemen came, was wearisome and dull to a degree that almost made her uncivil. She looked forward to their entrance as the point on which all her chance of pleasure for the evening must depend. If he does not come to me, then, said Lizzie, I shall give him up forever. The gentleman came, and she thought he looked as if he would have answered her hopes, but alas, the ladies had crowded round the table where Miss Jane Bennet was making tea, and Elizabeth pouring out the coffee in so close a confederacy that there was not a single vacancy near her which would admit of a chair. And on the gentleman's approaching, one of the girls moved closer to her than ever and said in a whisper, the men shan't come and part as I am determined we want. None of them, do we? Darcy had walked away to another part of the room. Lizzie followed him with her eyes envied everyone with whom he spoke, had scarcely patience enough to help anybody to coffee, and then was enraged against herself for being so silly. A man who has once been refused. How could I ever be foolish enough to expect a renewal of his love? Is there one man among the sex who would not protest against such a weakness as a second proposal to the same woman? There is no indignity so abhorrent to their feelings. She was a little revived, however, by his bringing back his coffee cup himself, and she seized the opportunity of saying, is your sister at Pemberley still? Yes, replied Mr. Darcy. She will remain there till Christmas. And quite alone. Have all her friends left her? Mrs. Ansley is with her. The others have been gone on to Scarborough these three weeks. Lizzie could think of nothing more to say, but if he wished to converse with her, he might have better success. He stood by her, however, for some minutes in silence, and at last, on the young lady's whispering to Elizabeth again, he walked away. When the tea things were removed and the card tables placed, the ladies all rose, and Elizabeth was then hoping to be soon joined by him, when all her views were overthrown by seeing him fall a victim to her mother's rapacity for whist players. And a few moments after, seated with the rest of her party, she now lost every expectation of pleasure. They were confined for the evening at different tables, and she had nothing to hope but that his eyes were so often turned towards her side of the room as to make him play as unsuccessfully as herself. Mrs. Bennet had designed to keep the two Netherfield gentlemen to supper, but their carriage was unluckily ordered before any of the others, and she had no opportunity of detaining them. Well, girls, said Mrs. Bennet, as soon as they were left to themselves, what say you to the day? I think everything has passed off uncommonly well, I assure you. The dinner was as well dressed as any I ever saw. The venison was roasted to a turn, and everybody said they never saw so fat a haunch. The soup was 50 times better than what we had at the Lucases last week. And even Mr. Darcy acknowledged that the partridges were remarkably well done. And I suppose he has two or three French cooks at least. And my dear Jane, I never saw you look in greater beauty. Mrs. Long said so too, for I asked her whether you did not. And what do you think she said besides? Ah, Mrs. Bennet, we shall have her at Netherfield at last. She did indeed. I do think Mrs. Long is as good good a creature as ever lived, and her nieces are very properly behaved girls, and not at all handsome. I like them prodigiously. Mrs. Bennet, in short, was in very great spirits. She had seen enough of Bingley's behaviour to Jane to be convinced that she would get him at last, and her expectations of advantage to her family, and when in a happy humour was so far beyond reason that she was quite disappointed at not seeing him there again the next day to make his proposals. It has been a very agreeable day, said Jane to Elizabeth. The party seemed so well selected, so suitable, one with the other. I hope we may often meet again. Elizabeth smiled. Lizzie, you must not do so. You must not suspect me. It mortifies me, I assure you, that I have now learned to enjoy his conversation as an agreeable and sensible young man, without having a wish beyond it. I am perfectly satisfied from what his manners now are, and that he never had any design of engaging my affection. It is only that he is blessed with greater sweetness of address and a stronger desire of generally pleasing than any other man. You are very cruel, said Lizzie. You will not let me smile and after evoking me to it every moment. How hard it is in some cases to be believed, said Jane. And how impossible in others, replied Lizzie. But why should you wish to persuade me that I feel more than I acknowledge? Asked Jane. That is a question which I hardly know how to answer, said Lizzie. We all love to instruct, though we can teach only what is not worth knowing. But forgive me, and if you persist in indifference, do not make me your confidant.
