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birdsong# classical pianogirl Lydia! Kitty!womanMy dear Mr Bennet, have you heard?Netherfield Park is let at last. Do younot want to know who has taken it?.As you wish to tell me, my dear,I doubt I have any choice in the matter.Kitty, what have I told youabout listening at the door?.Theres a Mr Bingleyarrived from the North.- Five thousand a year!- Really?.- Hes single!- Whos single?.A Mr Bingley, apparently. Kitty!How can that possibly affect them?.Mr Bennet,how can you be so tiresome?.You know he must marry one of them.That is his design in settling here?.You must go and visit him at once.Good heavens. People.For we may not visit if you do not,as you well know, Mr Bennet.- Are you listening?. You never listen.- You must, Papa! At once!Theres no need. I already have.- You have?.- When?.Oh, Mr Bennet,how can you tease me so?.Have you no compassionfor my poor nerves?.You mistake me, my dear.I have the highest respect for them.Theyve been my constant companionsthese twenty years.Papa!- Is he amiable?.- Who?.- Is he handsome?.- Hes sure to be.With , a year,it would not matter if he had warts.Whos got warts?.I will consent tohis marrying whichever girl he chooses.- So will he come to the ball tomorrow?.- I believe so.- Mr Bennet!- Kitty I have to have your muslin!- Ill lend you my green slippers!- They were mine.- Ill do your mending for a week.- Ill retrim your new bonnet.Two weeks Ill do it for.# jigIts not the same!Its not the same.I cant breathe.girl I think one ofmy toes just came off.If every man does not end the eveningin love with you,then Im no judge of beauty.- Or men.- No, they are far too easy to judge.Theyre not all bad.Humourless poppycocks,in my limited experience.One day,someone will catch your eye,and then youll haveto watch your tongue.How good of you to come.Which of the painted peacocksis our Mr Bingley?.Hes on the right.On the left is his sister.- The person with the quizzical brow?.- That is his good friend, Mr Darcy.- He looks miserable, poor soul.- He may be, but poor he is not.Tell me. , a year,and he owns half of Derbyshire.The miserable half.# jigMr Bennet, you must introduce himto the girls immediately.Smile at Mr Bingley. Smile.Mary.Mr Bingley, my eldest daughter you know.Mrs Bennet, Miss Jane Bennet,Elizabeth and Miss Mary Bennet.It is a pleasure. I have two others,but theyre already dancing.Im delighted to make your acquaintance.And may I introduce Mr Darcyof Pemberley in Derbyshire.How do you like ithere in Hertfordshire?.Very much.The library at Netherfield,Ive heard, is one of the finest.It fills me with guilt. Im not a goodreader. I prefer being out of doors.Oh, I mean, I can read, of course.And Im not suggestingyou cant read out of doors.Jane I wish I read more, but thereseem to be so many other things to do.Bingley Thats exactly what I meant.Mama, Mama! You will never, ever believewhat were about to tell you.- Tell me!- Shes going to take the veil.- The regiment are coming!- Officers?.Theyre going to be stationedthe whole winter, right here.- Officers?.- As far as the eye can see.Mrs Bennet Oh, look.Janes dancing with Mr Bingley.Mr Bennet.- Do you dance, Mr Darcy?.- Not if I can help it.I didnt know you were comingto see me. Whats the matter?.We are a long way from Grosvenor Square,are we not, Mr Darcy?.Ive never seen so many pretty girls.You were dancingwith the only handsome girl.She is the most beautiful creatureI have ever beheld.- But her sister Elizabeth is agreeable.- Perfectly tolerable.Not handsome enough to tempt me. Returnto your partner and enjoy her smiles.DarcyYoure wasting your time with me.Count your blessings, Lizzie. If heliked you, youd have to talk to him.Precisely.I wouldnt dance with himfor all of Derbyshire,Iet alone the miserable half.# jigWait!- I enjoyed that so much, Miss Lucas.- How well you dance, Mr Bingley.womanIve never enjoyed a dance so much.My daughter Janeis a splendid dancer, is she not?.She is indeed.Your friend Miss Lucasis a most amusing young woman.Oh, yes, I adore her.- It is a pity shes not more handsome.- Mama!Oh, but Lizziewould never admit that shes plain.Of course, its my Jane whos consideredthe beauty of the county.Mama, please!When she was , a gentlemanwas so much in love with her,I was sure he would make her an offer.However, he did write hersome very pretty verses.And that put paid to it.I wonder who discovered the powerof poetry in driving away love.- I thought poetry was the food of love.- Of a fine, stout love.But if it is only a vague inclination,one poor sonnet will kill it.So, what do you recommendto encourage affection?.Dancing. Even if ones partneris barely tolerable.hushed Mr Bingley is just whata young man ought to be.- Sensible, good-humoured.- Handsome, conveniently rich.Marriage should not be drivenby thoughts of money.Only deep lovewill persuade me to marry.- Which is why Ill end up an old maid.- Do you really believe he liked me?.He danced with you most of the night,and stared at you the rest.I give you leave to like him.Youve liked many stupider.Youre a great deal too aptto like people in general.All the worldis good in your eyes.Not his friend. I still cant believewhat he said about you.Mr Darcy?.Id more easily forgive his vanityhad he not wounded mine.But no matter.I doubt we shall ever speak again.Mrs Bennet He danced with Miss Lucas.Mr Bennet We were all there, dear.It is a shame shes not more handsome.Theres a spinsterin the making and no mistake.The fourth with a Miss Kingof little standing,and the fifth again with Jane.If he had any compassion,he wouldve sprained his ankle.The way you carry on,youd think our girls look forwardto a grand inheritance.When you die,which may be very soon,they will be left without a roof overtheir head nor a penny to their name.- Please, its ten in the morning.- A letter to Miss Bennet, maam.From Netherfield Hall.- Praise the Lord. We are saved!- laughterMrs Bennet Make haste, Jane,make haste. Oh, happy day!It is from Caroline Bingley.She has invited me to dine with her.- Her brother will be dining out.- Dining out?.- Can I take the carriage?.- Let me see.- It is too far to walk.- This is unaccountable of him.Mama, the carriage for Jane?.Certainly not. Shell go on horseback.Lizzie & Jane Horseback!thunderLizzie.Now shell have to stay the night,exactly as I predicted.Good grief, woman,your skills in the art of matchmakingare positively occult.Though I dont think, Mama,you can take credit for making it rain.My friends will not hear of mereturning home until I am better.Excepting a sore throat, a fever anda headache, nothing is wrong with me.If Jane does die it will be a comfortto know it was in pursuit of Mr Bingley.People do not die of colds.Lizzie But she may perish with theshame of having such a mother.I must go to Netherfield at once.Lady Bathurst is redecoratingher ballroom in the French style.A little unpatriotic, dont you think?.Miss Elizabeth Bennet.Caroline Good Lord, did you walk here?.I did.- Im so sorry. How is my sister?.- Shes upstairs.Thank you.Caroline My goodness, did yousee her hem?. Six inches deep in mud.She looked positively mediaeval.I feel such a terrible imposition.Theyre being so kind to me.I dont know who is more pleased at yourbeing here, Mama or Mr Bingley.Thank you for tendingto my sister so diligently.Shes in far better comfortthan at home.Its a pleasure.I mean, its not a pleasurethat shes ill. Of course not.Its a pleasure that shes here,being ill.Mr BennetNot going to be famous, our pig.Black on the back, but not relatedto the learned pig of Norwich.- Now that pig is.- Mr Bennet.Its all going to plan.Hes half in love with her already.- Who is, blossom?.- Mr Bingley.He doesnt mindthat she hasnt a penny.He has more than enoughfor the two of them.- How will we meet them?.- Easy!Wait for me!Lydia You drop something. Theypick it up. And then youre introduced.Officers!# military marchCarolineYou write uncommonly fast, Mr Darcy.Youre mistaken. I write slowly.How many letters you must have occasionto write, Mr Darcy.Letters of business.How odious I should think them.It is fortunate, then,they fall to me and not you.Tell your sister I long to see her.- Ive already told her once.- I do dote on her.I was quite in rapturesat her beautiful design for a table.Perhaps you will give me leaveto defer your raptures.I have not room enoughto do them justice.BingleyYou young ladies are so accomplished.- What do you mean?.- You paint tables, play the pianoand embroider cushions.I never heard of a lady,but people say shes accomplished.DarcyThe word is applied too liberally.I do not know more thanhalf a dozen women- that are truly accomplished.- Caroline Nor l.Goodness, you must comprehenda great deal in the idea.- I do.- Absolutely.She must have a knowledge of music,singing, drawing, dancingand the modern languagesto deserve the word.And something in her airand manner of walking.And she must improve her mindby extensive reading.Im no longer surprised at your knowingonly six accomplished women.- I wonder at you knowing any.- Are you so severe on your own sex?.I never saw such a woman. She wouldcertainly be a fearsome thing to behold.Caroline Miss Elizabeth,let us take a turn about the room.Its refreshing, is it not,after sitting so long in one attitude?.It is a small kind of accomplishment,I suppose.Will you not join us, Mr Darcy?.You can only have two motives,and I would interfere with either.What can he mean?.The surest way to disappoint himwould be to ask him nothing.Do tell us, Mr Darcy.Either you arein each others confidenceand you havesecret affairs to discuss,or you are consciousthat your figuresappear to the greatestadvantage by walking.If the first,I should get in your way.If the second,I can admire you much better from here.How shall we punish himfor such a speech?.- We could laugh at him.- No. Mr Darcy is not to be teased.Are you too proud, Mr Darcy?. And wouldyou consider pride a fault or a virtue?.- I couldnt say.- Were trying to find a fault in you.I find it hard to forgivethe follies and vices of others,or their offences against me.My good opinion,once lost, is lost forever.Oh, dear.I cannot tease you about that.What a shame,for I dearly love to laugh.Caroline A family trait, I think.A Mrs Bennet, a Miss Bennet,a Miss Bennet and a Miss Bennet, sir.Are we to receive everyBennet in the country?.What an excellent room you have, sir.Such expensive furnishings.Mrs Bennet I do hopeyou intend to stay here, Mr Bingley.Absolutely, I find the countryvery diverting. Dont you agree, Darcy?.I find it perfectly adequate.Even if societyis a little less varied than in town.Less varied?. Not at all.We dine with four and familiesof all shapes and sizes.Sir William Lucas, for instance,is a very agreeable man.And a good deal less self-importantthan some people half his rank.Lydia Mr Bingley,is it true you will hold a ball here?.A ball?.It would be an excellent way to meet newfriends. You could invite the militia.- Oh, do hold a ball!- Kitty!When your sister recovers,you shall name the day.I think a ball is an irrational wayto gain new acquaintance.It would be better if conversation,not dancing, were the order of the day.Indeed, much more rational,but rather less like a ball.Thank you, Mary.What a fine imposing place to be sure,is it not, my dears?.Theres no houseto equal it in the county.- Mr Darcy.- Miss Bennet.- There she is.- I dont know how to thank you.Youre welcome any timeyou feel the least bit poorly.Thank you for your stimulating company.Most instructive.Not at all. The pleasure is all mine.- Mr Darcy.- Miss Elizabeth.And then there was onewith great long lashes, like a cow.Ask Mrs Hillto order us a sirloin, Betsy.Just the one, mind.Were not made of money.Mary practises scalesI hope, my dear,youve ordered a good dinner today.Ive reason to expectan addition to our family party.Lizzie His names Mr Collins,the dreaded cousin.- Charlotte Who is to inherit?.- Everything.Even my piano stoolbelongs to Mr Collins.When?.He may turn us out of the houseas soon as he pleases.The estate passes directly to himand not to us poor females.Mr Collins, at your service.What a superbly featured roomand what excellent potatoes.Its many years sinceIve had such an exemplary vegetable.To which fair cousin should I complimentthe excellence of the cooking?.We are perfectly able to keep a cook.Excellent.Im very pleasedthe estate can afford such a living.Im honoured to have as my patronessLady Catherine de Bourgh.Youve heard of her, I presume?.My small rectory abuts her estate,Rosings Park,and she often condescendsto drive by my humble dwellingin her little phaeton and ponies.Does she have any family?.One daughter, the heiress of Rosingsand very extensive property.Ive often observed to Lady Catherinethat her daughterseemed born to be a duchess,for she has all the superior gracesof elevated rank.These kind of complimentsare always acceptable to the ladies,and which I conceive myselfparticularly bound to pay.How happy for you, Mr Collins,to possess the talent for flatteringwith such delicacy.Do these attentions proceedfrom the impulse of the momentor are theythe result of previous study?.They arisefrom what is passing at the time.And though I do sometimes amuse myselfwith arranging such little compliments,I always wish to give themas unstudied an air as possible.Oh, believe me, no one would suspectyour manners to be rehearsed.Lydia laughs, coughsAfter dinner, I thoughtI might read to you for an hour or two.I have with me Fordyces Sermonswhich speak very eloquentlyon all matters moral.Are you familiar with Fordyces Sermons,Miss Bennet?.Mrs Bennet, I have been bestowed by thegood grace of Lady Catherine de Bourgha parsonage of no mean size.I have become aware of the fact.It is my avowed hopethat soon I may find a mistress for it.And I have to inform youthat the eldest Miss Bennethas captured my special attention.Oh, Mr Collins.Unfortunately, it is incumbent upon meto hint that the eldest Miss Bennetis very soon to be engaged.Engaged.But Miss Lizzie,next to her in age and beauty,would make anyone an excellent partner.Do not you agree?. Mr Collins?.Indeed. Indeed.A very agreeable alternative.fiddler playsLizzie Mr Collins is a man whomakes you despair at the entire sex.- Yours, I believe.- Oh, Mr Wickham, how perfect you are.He picked up my handkerchief.Did you drop yours on purpose?.Mr Wickham is a lieutenant.- An enchanted lieutenant.- What are you up to, Liddy?.- We happened to be looking for ribbon.- White, for the ball.Shall we all lookfor some ribbon together?.- Good afternoon, Mr James.- Miss Lydia, Miss Bennet.I shant even browse.I cant be trusted.I have poor taste in ribbons.Only a truly confident manwould admit that.No, its true.And buckles.When it comes to buckles, Im lost.- You must be the shame of the regiment.- The laughing stock.What do your superiors do with you?.Ignore me. Im of next to no importance,so its easily done.- Lizzie, lend me some money.- You already owe me a fortune.- Allow me to oblige.- No, Mr Wickham, please.I insist.- Lizzie I pity the French.- wickham So do l.- Jane Look, Mr Bingley.- Lydia Mr Bingley!BingleyI was just on my way to your house.How do you likemy ribbons for your ball?.- Very beautiful.- She is. Look, shes blooming.Oh, Lydia.Be sure to invite Mr Wickham.He is a credit to his profession.Jane You cant invite peopleto other peoples balls.Of course, you must come, Mr Wickham.If youll excuse me,ladies, enjoy the day.Lizzie Do you plan to goto the Netherfield ball, Mr Wickham?.Perhaps. How longhas Mr Darcy been a guest there?.About a month.Forgive me, but are youacquainted with him, with Mr Darcy?.Indeed, Ive been connectedwith his family since infancy.You may well be surprised,given our cold greeting this afternoon.I hope your plans in favourof Meryton will not be affected- by your relations with the gentleman.- It is not for me to be driven away.If he wishes to avoid seeing me,he must go, not l.I must ask, what is the mannerof your disapproval of Mr Darcy?.My father managed his estate.We grew up together, Darcy and l.His father treated me like a second son,loved me like a son.We were both with him the day he died.With his last breath,his father bequeathed methe rectory in his estate.He knew I had my heart seton joining the Church.But Darcy ignored his wishesand gave the living to another man.- But why?.- Jealousy.His father.Well, he loved me betterand Darcy couldnt stand it.- How cruel.- So now Im a p