Mr. Bennet's property consisted almost entirely in an estate of two thousand a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was entailed, in default of heirs male, on a distant relation; and their mother's fortune, though ample for her situation in life, could but ill supply the deficiency of his. Her father had been an attorney in Meryton, and had left her four thousand pounds.
She had a sister married to a Mr. Phillips, who had been a clerk to their father and succeeded him in the business, and a brother settled in London in a respectable line of trade.
The village of Longbourn was only one mile from Meryton; a most convenient distance for the young ladies, who were usually tempted thither three or four times a week, to pay their duty to their aunt and to a milliner's shop just over the way. The two youngest of the family, Catherine and Lydia, were particularly frequent in these attentions; their minds were more vacant than their sisters', and when nothing better offered, a walk to Meryton was necessary to amuse their morning hours and furnish conversation for the evening; and however bare of news the country in general might be, they always contrived to learn some from their aunt. At present, indeed, they were well supplied both with news and happiness by the recent arrival of a militia regiment in the neighbourhood; it was to remain the whole winter, and Meryton was the headquarters.
Their visits to Mrs. Phillips were now productive of the most interesting intelligence. Every day added something to their knowledge of the officers' names and connections. Their lodgings were not long a secret, and at length they began to know the officers themselves. Mr. Phillips visited them all, and this opened to his nieces a store of felicity unknown before. They could talk of nothing but officers; and Mr. Bingley's large fortune, the mention of which gave animation to their mother, was worthless in their eyes when opposed to the regimentals of an ensign.
After listening one morning to their effusions on this subject, Mr. Bennet coolly observed:
"From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced."
Catherine was disconcerted, and made no answer; but Lydia, with perfect indifference, continued to express her admiration of Captain Carter, and her hope of seeing him in the course of the day, as he was going the next morning to London.
"I am astonished, my dear," said Mrs. Bennet, "that you should be so ready to think your own children silly. If I wished to think slightingly of anybody's children, it should not be of my own, however."
"If my children are silly, I must hope to be always sensible of it."
"Yes—but as it happens, they are all of them very clever."
"This is the only point, I flatter myself, on which we do not agree. I had hoped that our sentiments coincided in every particular, but I must so far differ from you as to think our two youngest daughters uncommonly foolish."
"My dear Mr. Bennet, you must not expect such girls to have the sense of their father and mother. When they get to our age, I dare say they will not think about officers any more than we do.
(Alice Ahn: Mrs. Bennet tells Mr. Bennet about how the girls are innocent and naive to be realistic about the world. She talks about how they cannot feel the way the parents feel until they have grown up themselves. ABBA's "Slipping through my fingers" talks about a mother who sees her child with an "innocent smile" leaving the house, not being aware of what they are thinking and learning.)
I remember the time when I liked a red coat myself very well—and, indeed, so I do still at my heart; and if a smart young colonel, with five or six thousand a year, should want one of my girls I shall not say nay to him; and I thought Colonel Forster looked very becoming the other night at Sir William's in his regimentals."
"Mamma," cried Lydia, "my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go so often to Miss Watson's as they did when they first came; she sees them now very often standing in Clarke's library."
Mrs. Bennet was prevented replying by the entrance of the footman with a note for Miss Bennet; it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer. Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read,
"Well, Jane, who is it from? What is it about? What does he say? Well, Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love."
"It is from Miss Bingley," said Jane, and then read it aloud.
"MY DEAR FRIEND,—
"If you are not so compassionate as to dine to-day with Louisa and me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a whole day's tete-a-tete between two women can never end without a quarrel. Come as soon as you can on receipt of this. My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers.—Yours ever,
"CAROLINE BINGLEY"
"With the officers!" cried Lydia. "I wonder my aunt did not tell us of that."
"Dining out," said Mrs. Bennet, "that is very unlucky."
"Can I have the carriage?" said Jane.
"No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely to rain; and then you must stay all night."
"That would be a good scheme," said Elizabeth, "if you were sure that they would not offer to send her home."
"Oh! but the gentlemen will have Mr. Bingley's chaise to go to Meryton, and the Hursts have no horses to theirs."
"I had much rather go in the coach."
"But, my dear, your father cannot spare the horses, I am sure. They are wanted in the farm, Mr. Bennet, are they not?"
"They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them."
"But if you have got them to-day," said Elizabeth, "my mother's purpose will be answered."
<Hajung Kim- Mrs. Bennet continues to insist that Jane ride the horse instead of the carriage so she may not return home and spend the night at Mr.Bingley's home. The song "I Love A Rainy Night" emphasizes how rainy nights are loved and how it makes one feel good. Mrs.Bennet is hoping severe rain so that Jane may spend the night at Mr.Bingley's so the two people can become more acquainted. She wishes Jane to marry Mr.Bingley for he has all the characteristics that Mrs.Bennet desires in a man. Therefore, the feeling of rain making one feel good and the love that one feels when it's raining describes Mrs.Bennet's mood and hope that she has for Jane.>
She did at last extort from her father an acknowledgment that the horses were engaged. Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her mother attended her to the door with many cheerful prognostics of a bad day. Her hopes were answered; Jane had not been gone long before it rained hard. Her sisters were uneasy for her, but her mother was delighted. The rain continued the whole evening without intermission; Jane certainly could not come back.
(Lydia Ahn: Jane rides a horse rather than a carriage to go to Mr. Bingly's house. This causes her to become all wet and thus she catches a cold. Mrs. Bennet does this on purpose in order to make Jane stay at his house and stay with him. The song "Stay Close, Don't Go" describes Mr. Bingly's emotions and feelings, as he did anything for Jane to stay. He didn't want her to leave, and because Jane got sick, she had to stay at his house for days. He wanted her to stay close by him and not leave.)
(Sam Lee - Mrs. Bennet wanted her daughter to ride a horse instead of a carriage, so that Jane will get wet and would have to spend the night at Mr. Bingley's house. However it rained harder than Mrs. Bennet expected. The story might turn out differently if Jane rode a carriage instead of a horse.)
Rainy Day - Coldplay
(Jonathan Kim : The situation of the scene in the chapter perfectly matches with the song. Looking at the lyrics, it talks about how one wants another person to come over to his or her house. The exact lyric of the part is “I love it when you come over to my house.” Also, a song that talks about rain is most likely to be somewhat gloomy; however, this song has a melodic tune that is lively and fun and talks about how another person should really come to his or her house on a rainy day. In the chapter, it talks about how Jane should stay in the house and Mrs. Bennet asked for the rain to come pouring down. Eventually, Jane had to stay in Mr. Bingley’s house. Due to the rain. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCFOw1ukQF0
"This was a lucky idea of mine, indeed!" said Mrs. Bennet more than once, as if the credit of making it rain were all her own. Till the next morning, however, she was not aware of all the felicity of her contrivance. Breakfast was scarcely over when a servant from Netherfield brought the following note for Elizabeth:
"MY DEAREST LIZZY,—
"I find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be imputed to my getting wet through yesterday. My kind friends will not hear of my returning till I am better. They insist also on my seeing Mr. Jones—therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his having been to me—and, excepting throat and headache, there is not much the matter with me.—Yours, etc.
[Monica Suh - We can see that because Jane had traveled by horseback without a carriage, she was completely soaked by the rain. Thus, Jane is now sick due to her mother's selfish 'scheme.' In this picture, it is of young woman who is lying in bed with a headache very much like Jane. Jane is now staying overnight at Mr. Bingley's house and will be taken care of there (not to mention a doctor will be called upon to examine her condition). ]
"Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders."
"Oh! I am not afraid of her dying. People do not die of little trifling colds. She will be taken good care of. As long as she stays there, it is all very well. I would go and see her if I could have the carriage."
Elizabeth, feeling really anxious, was determined to go to her, though the carriage was not to be had; and as she was no horsewoman, walking was her only alternative. She declared her resolution.
"How can you be so silly," cried her mother, "as to think of such a thing, in all this dirt! You will not be fit to be seen when you get there."
"I shall be very fit to see Jane—which is all I want."
"Is this a hint to me, Lizzy," said her father, "to send for the horses?"
"No, indeed, I do not wish to avoid the walk. The distance is nothing when one has a motive; only three miles. I shall be back by dinner."
"I admire the activity of your benevolence," observed Mary, "but every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required."
"We will go as far as Meryton with you," said Catherine and Lydia. Elizabeth accepted their company, and the three young ladies set off together.
"If we make haste," said Lydia, as they walked along, "perhaps we may see something of Captain Carter before he goes."
In Meryton they parted; the two youngest repaired to the lodgings of one of the officers' wives, and Elizabeth continued her walk alone, crossing field after field at a quick pace, jumping over stiles and springing over puddles with impatient activity, and finding herself at last within view of the house, with weary ankles, dirty stockings, and a face glowing with the warmth of exercise.
She was shown into the breakfast-parlour, where all but Jane were assembled, and where her appearance created a great deal of surprise. That she should have walked three miles so early in the day, in such dirty weather, and by herself, was almost incredible to Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley; and Elizabeth was convinced that they held her in contempt for it. She was received, however, very politely by them; and in their brother's manners there was something better than politeness; there was good humour and kindness. Mr. Darcy said very little, and Mr. Hurst nothing at all. The former was divided between admiration of the brilliancy which exercise had given to her complexion, and doubt as to the occasion's justifying her coming so far alone. The latter was thinking only of his breakfast.
Picture: http://danbaileyphoto.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/hik-1242.jpg
(Jisoo Jean: Although it does not describe in detail why Lizzy's independent walk to the house was so "independent" and reckless, this picture shows how dirty and tired she must have been after having trudged through all the rain and mud. It makes us think that Lizzy's walk could have been seen as independent in that she was unafraid to become dirtied, which elegant women were meant to avoid and detest. She is depicted as a unsqueamish, hands-on figure, which adds to her air of independence.)
Her inquiries after her sister were not very favourably answered. Miss Bennet had slept ill, and though up, was very feverish, and not well enough to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her immediately; and Jane, who had only been withheld by the fear of giving alarm or inconvenience from expressing in her note how much she longed for such a visit, was delighted at her entrance. She was not equal, however, to much conversation, and when Miss Bingley left them together, could attempt little besides expressions of gratitude for the extraordinary kindness she was treated with. Elizabeth silently attended her.
When breakfast was over they were joined by the sisters; and Elizabeth began to like them herself, when she saw how much affection and solicitude they showed for Jane. The apothecary came, and having examined his patient, said, as might be supposed, that she had caught a violent cold, and that they must endeavour to get the better of it; advised her to return to bed, and promised her some draughts. The advice was followed readily, for the feverish symptoms increased, and her head ached acutely. Elizabeth did not quit her room for a moment; nor were the other ladies often absent; the gentlemen being out, they had, in fact, nothing to do elsewhere.
When the clock struck three, Elizabeth felt that she must go, and very unwillingly said so. Miss Bingley offered her the carriage, and she only wanted a little pressing to accept it, when Jane testified such concern in parting with her, that Miss Bingley was obliged to convert the offer of the chaise to an invitation to remain at Netherfield for the present. Elizabeth most thankfully consented, and a servant was dispatched to Longbourn to acquaint the family with her stay and bring back a supply of clothes.
Mingoo Park
Ryuichi Sakamoto - Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence
(Ryuichi Sakamoto is a world's famous Newage artist. When I first listened to this music, the beginning gave me a feeling that it is raining. Because it rains in this chapter, I thought that this music would fit pretty well if they actually had to put a sound track in the scene. Also, Jane gets cold but lucky, she gets to stay a night at Mr.Bingley's house. The music well describes both anxiety and excite that she is having while she is ill.)
Chapter 7
Mr. Bennet's property consisted almost entirely in an estate of two thousand a year, which, unfortunately for his daughters, was entailed, in default of heirs male, on a distant relation; and their mother's fortune, though ample for her situation in life, could but ill supply the deficiency of his. Her father had been an attorney in Meryton, and had left her four thousand pounds.She had a sister married to a Mr. Phillips, who had been a clerk to their father and succeeded him in the business, and a brother settled in London in a respectable line of trade.
The village of Longbourn was only one mile from Meryton; a most convenient distance for the young ladies, who were usually tempted thither three or four times a week, to pay their duty to their aunt and to a milliner's shop just over the way. The two youngest of the family, Catherine and Lydia, were particularly frequent in these attentions; their minds were more vacant than their sisters', and when nothing better offered, a walk to Meryton was necessary to amuse their morning hours and furnish conversation for the evening; and however bare of news the country in general might be, they always contrived to learn some from their aunt. At present, indeed, they were well supplied both with news and happiness by the recent arrival of a militia regiment in the neighbourhood; it was to remain the whole winter, and Meryton was the headquarters.
Their visits to Mrs. Phillips were now productive of the most interesting intelligence. Every day added something to their knowledge of the officers' names and connections. Their lodgings were not long a secret, and at length they began to know the officers themselves. Mr. Phillips visited them all, and this opened to his nieces a store of felicity unknown before. They could talk of nothing but officers; and Mr. Bingley's large fortune, the mention of which gave animation to their mother, was worthless in their eyes when opposed to the regimentals of an ensign.
After listening one morning to their effusions on this subject, Mr. Bennet coolly observed:
"From all that I can collect by your manner of talking, you must be two of the silliest girls in the country. I have suspected it some time, but I am now convinced."
Catherine was disconcerted, and made no answer; but Lydia, with perfect indifference, continued to express her admiration of Captain Carter, and her hope of seeing him in the course of the day, as he was going the next morning to London.
"I am astonished, my dear," said Mrs. Bennet, "that you should be so ready to think your own children silly. If I wished to think slightingly of anybody's children, it should not be of my own, however."
"If my children are silly, I must hope to be always sensible of it."
"Yes—but as it happens, they are all of them very clever."
"This is the only point, I flatter myself, on which we do not agree. I had hoped that our sentiments coincided in every particular, but I must so far differ from you as to think our two youngest daughters uncommonly foolish."
"My dear Mr. Bennet, you must not expect such girls to have the sense of their father and mother. When they get to our age, I dare say they will not think about officers any more than we do.
(Alice Ahn: Mrs. Bennet tells Mr. Bennet about how the girls are innocent and naive to be realistic about the world. She talks about how they cannot feel the way the parents feel until they have grown up themselves. ABBA's "Slipping through my fingers" talks about a mother who sees her child with an "innocent smile" leaving the house, not being aware of what they are thinking and learning.)
I remember the time when I liked a red coat myself very well—and, indeed, so I do still at my heart; and if a smart young colonel, with five or six thousand a year, should want one of my girls I shall not say nay to him; and I thought Colonel Forster looked very becoming the other night at Sir William's in his regimentals."
http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2010-08-06-men-red-attraction_N.htm?csp=34news&utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+UsatodaycomNation-TopStories+%28News+-+Nation+-+Top+Stories%29
(Beatrice Park) According to the article, professor Elliot discovered that "women view men in red as higher in status, more likely to make money and more likely to climb the social ladder." British soldiers are referred to as the "redcoats" because of their red uniform. In this novel, Kitty and Lydia are attracted to soldiers and even Mrs. Bennet understands their felings.
"Mamma," cried Lydia, "my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go so often to Miss Watson's as they did when they first came; she sees them now very often standing in Clarke's library."
Mrs. Bennet was prevented replying by the entrance of the footman with a note for Miss Bennet; it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer. Mrs. Bennet's eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read,
"Well, Jane, who is it from? What is it about? What does he say? Well, Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love."
"It is from Miss Bingley," said Jane, and then read it aloud.
"MY DEAR FRIEND,—
"If you are not so compassionate as to dine to-day with Louisa and me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a whole day's tete-a-tete between two women can never end without a quarrel. Come as soon as you can on receipt of this. My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers.—Yours ever,
"CAROLINE BINGLEY"
"With the officers!" cried Lydia. "I wonder my aunt did not tell us of that."
"Dining out," said Mrs. Bennet, "that is very unlucky."
"Can I have the carriage?" said Jane.
"No, my dear, you had better go on horseback, because it seems likely to rain; and then you must stay all night."
"That would be a good scheme," said Elizabeth, "if you were sure that they would not offer to send her home."
"Oh! but the gentlemen will have Mr. Bingley's chaise to go to Meryton, and the Hursts have no horses to theirs."
"I had much rather go in the coach."
"But, my dear, your father cannot spare the horses, I am sure. They are wanted in the farm, Mr. Bennet, are they not?"
"They are wanted in the farm much oftener than I can get them."
"But if you have got them to-day," said Elizabeth, "my mother's purpose will be answered."
<Hajung Kim- Mrs. Bennet continues to insist that Jane ride the horse instead of the carriage so she may not return home and spend the night at Mr.Bingley's home. The song "I Love A Rainy Night" emphasizes how rainy nights are loved and how it makes one feel good. Mrs.Bennet is hoping severe rain so that Jane may spend the night at Mr.Bingley's so the two people can become more acquainted. She wishes Jane to marry Mr.Bingley for he has all the characteristics that Mrs.Bennet desires in a man. Therefore, the feeling of rain making one feel good and the love that one feels when it's raining describes Mrs.Bennet's mood and hope that she has for Jane.>
She did at last extort from her father an acknowledgment that the horses were engaged. Jane was therefore obliged to go on horseback, and her mother attended her to the door with many cheerful prognostics of a bad day. Her hopes were answered; Jane had not been gone long before it rained hard. Her sisters were uneasy for her, but her mother was delighted. The rain continued the whole evening without intermission; Jane certainly could not come back.
(Lydia Ahn: Jane rides a horse rather than a carriage to go to Mr. Bingly's house. This causes her to become all wet and thus she catches a cold. Mrs. Bennet does this on purpose in order to make Jane stay at his house and stay with him. The song "Stay Close, Don't Go" describes Mr. Bingly's emotions and feelings, as he did anything for Jane to stay. He didn't want her to leave, and because Jane got sick, she had to stay at his house for days. He wanted her to stay close by him and not leave.)
(Sam Lee - Mrs. Bennet wanted her daughter to ride a horse instead of a carriage, so that Jane will get wet and would have to spend the night at Mr. Bingley's house. However it rained harder than Mrs. Bennet expected. The story might turn out differently if Jane rode a carriage instead of a horse.)
Rainy Day - Coldplay
(Jonathan Kim : The situation of the scene in the chapter perfectly matches with the song. Looking at the lyrics, it talks about how one wants another person to come over to his or her house. The exact lyric of the part is “I love it when you come over to my house.” Also, a song that talks about rain is most likely to be somewhat gloomy; however, this song has a melodic tune that is lively and fun and talks about how another person should really come to his or her house on a rainy day. In the chapter, it talks about how Jane should stay in the house and Mrs. Bennet asked for the rain to come pouring down. Eventually, Jane had to stay in Mr. Bingley’s house. Due to the rain.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lCFOw1ukQF0
"This was a lucky idea of mine, indeed!" said Mrs. Bennet more than once, as if the credit of making it rain were all her own. Till the next morning, however, she was not aware of all the felicity of her contrivance. Breakfast was scarcely over when a servant from Netherfield brought the following note for Elizabeth:
"MY DEAREST LIZZY,—
"I find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be imputed to my getting wet through yesterday. My kind friends will not hear of my returning till I am better. They insist also on my seeing Mr. Jones—therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his having been to me—and, excepting throat and headache, there is not much the matter with me.—Yours, etc.
[Monica Suh - We can see that because Jane had traveled by horseback without a carriage, she was completely soaked by the rain. Thus, Jane is now sick due to her mother's selfish 'scheme.' In this picture, it is of young woman who is lying in bed with a headache very much like Jane. Jane is now staying overnight at Mr. Bingley's house and will be taken care of there (not to mention a doctor will be called upon to examine her condition). ]
"Well, my dear," said Mr. Bennet, when Elizabeth had read the note aloud, "if your daughter should have a dangerous fit of illness—if she should die, it would be a comfort to know that it was all in pursuit of Mr. Bingley, and under your orders."
"Oh! I am not afraid of her dying. People do not die of little trifling colds. She will be taken good care of. As long as she stays there, it is all very well. I would go and see her if I could have the carriage."
Elizabeth, feeling really anxious, was determined to go to her, though the carriage was not to be had; and as she was no horsewoman, walking was her only alternative. She declared her resolution.
"How can you be so silly," cried her mother, "as to think of such a thing, in all this dirt! You will not be fit to be seen when you get there."
"I shall be very fit to see Jane—which is all I want."
"Is this a hint to me, Lizzy," said her father, "to send for the horses?"
"No, indeed, I do not wish to avoid the walk. The distance is nothing when one has a motive; only three miles. I shall be back by dinner."
"I admire the activity of your benevolence," observed Mary, "but every impulse of feeling should be guided by reason; and, in my opinion, exertion should always be in proportion to what is required."
"We will go as far as Meryton with you," said Catherine and Lydia. Elizabeth accepted their company, and the three young ladies set off together.
"If we make haste," said Lydia, as they walked along, "perhaps we may see something of Captain Carter before he goes."
In Meryton they parted; the two youngest repaired to the lodgings of one of the officers' wives, and Elizabeth continued her walk alone, crossing field after field at a quick pace, jumping over stiles and springing over puddles with impatient activity, and finding herself at last within view of the house, with weary ankles, dirty stockings, and a face glowing with the warmth of exercise.
She was shown into the breakfast-parlour, where all but Jane were assembled, and where her appearance created a great deal of surprise. That she should have walked three miles so early in the day, in such dirty weather, and by herself, was almost incredible to Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley; and Elizabeth was convinced that they held her in contempt for it. She was received, however, very politely by them; and in their brother's manners there was something better than politeness; there was good humour and kindness. Mr. Darcy said very little, and Mr. Hurst nothing at all. The former was divided between admiration of the brilliancy which exercise had given to her complexion, and doubt as to the occasion's justifying her coming so far alone. The latter was thinking only of his breakfast.
Picture: http://danbaileyphoto.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/hik-1242.jpg
(Jisoo Jean: Although it does not describe in detail why Lizzy's independent walk to the house was so "independent" and reckless, this picture shows how dirty and tired she must have been after having trudged through all the rain and mud. It makes us think that Lizzy's walk could have been seen as independent in that she was unafraid to become dirtied, which elegant women were meant to avoid and detest. She is depicted as a unsqueamish, hands-on figure, which adds to her air of independence.)
Her inquiries after her sister were not very favourably answered. Miss Bennet had slept ill, and though up, was very feverish, and not well enough to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her immediately; and Jane, who had only been withheld by the fear of giving alarm or inconvenience from expressing in her note how much she longed for such a visit, was delighted at her entrance. She was not equal, however, to much conversation, and when Miss Bingley left them together, could attempt little besides expressions of gratitude for the extraordinary kindness she was treated with. Elizabeth silently attended her.
When breakfast was over they were joined by the sisters; and Elizabeth began to like them herself, when she saw how much affection and solicitude they showed for Jane. The apothecary came, and having examined his patient, said, as might be supposed, that she had caught a violent cold, and that they must endeavour to get the better of it; advised her to return to bed, and promised her some draughts. The advice was followed readily, for the feverish symptoms increased, and her head ached acutely. Elizabeth did not quit her room for a moment; nor were the other ladies often absent; the gentlemen being out, they had, in fact, nothing to do elsewhere.
When the clock struck three, Elizabeth felt that she must go, and very unwillingly said so. Miss Bingley offered her the carriage, and she only wanted a little pressing to accept it, when Jane testified such concern in parting with her, that Miss Bingley was obliged to convert the offer of the chaise to an invitation to remain at Netherfield for the present. Elizabeth most thankfully consented, and a servant was dispatched to Longbourn to acquaint the family with her stay and bring back a supply of clothes.
Mingoo Park
Ryuichi Sakamoto - Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence
(Ryuichi Sakamoto is a world's famous Newage artist. When I first listened to this music, the beginning gave me a feeling that it is raining. Because it rains in this chapter, I thought that this music would fit pretty well if they actually had to put a sound track in the scene. Also, Jane gets cold but lucky, she gets to stay a night at Mr.Bingley's house. The music well describes both anxiety and excite that she is having while she is ill.)
Chapter 8