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The anxiety I felt over my mother's sudden illness was quite overwhelming.

Losing one parent had upturned my life.

To lose the other was unthinkable.

Though my mother's presence had always loomed large in my life, I could not

imagine myself without her.

Top of the stairs, Miss Bennett.

Well, don't stand in the doorway. You're letting the heat out.

Mother!

You look... well.

Parventry. Are you a physician all of a sudden?

No. I, uh... I'm just... I'm relieved to see that you're, um...

improved. You look like you haven't slept in days.

And whose dress are you wearing?

My own.

Mary, I am so pleased to see you.

Oh, it has been far too long.

I cannot be expected to stand.

Hello, Mary. Mary, come here.

I see the London air has taken a terrible toll on your complexion.

And your hair. I am sure being back in the country will help.

Looks beyond repair to me.

I had undertaken such a long journey.

And yet, here I was.

Back where I started.

From Mother's letter, I thought that she was gravely ill.

We all did.

Has she actually been ill at all? She thought it might be influenza or

But she had made a miraculous recovery.

Perhaps she rallied at the news that I was on my way.

I, for one, am pleased we are all back together.

Yes, I was thinking, perhaps we could play graces or charades after dinner.

No, but please, graces, Mary.

Oh, on the contrary.

Quite fashionable in London.

How is London, Mary?

Yes. I want to hear all about it.

Yes. London is... Kitty.

It's... Kitty.

Kitty! I cannot reach the preserves.

How are the gardeners? Are you enjoying being their governess?

I... Yes.

It's most rewarding.

Have you made many new acquaintances?

My sister -in -law, Caroline, is in London for the summer. Have you crossed

paths?

Oh, gosh, there's so many people.

I know she can be a little stiff at first, but she would be interesting

for you. I have company.

There's a plethora of choice, really, for interesting company in London. Do

mean your book?

That's Mama's bell.

She wants you, Mary.

I've only just been up there. I will send a servant to attend to her.

Mrs. Bennet would like Miss Bennet to attend to her.

She probably wants to hear all about London.

Walk the Duchess to the edge of the fountain and no further.

If you feel the wind picking up, you must bring her inside immediately and

her warm water and chopped meat. Do not let Cook give her the leftovers, only

fresh chopped beef.

After 30 minutes, you may return her to me, for she is the only member of this

family upon whom I can depend these days.

Oh, and tell Lizzie I wish to be moved to the drawing room.

Do you think you'll be happier convalescing in here, Mama?

Well, you might remember to visit me if I'm here.

Now, where is my bell?

Do not trouble yourselves waiting for me. I'm fine.

Thank it, Mother.

And these pillows will not do.

Authentic Mother.

Maybe some toasted cheese.

I feel terribly weak this morning.

Another blanket?

And a book.

Perhaps Laurie can choose one of these. I was hoping for something readable.

Not joining us, Mr Darcy?

Mary!

Mary, where on earth have you been all this time?

I was walking the dog.

Mama.

Please.

Who's the letter from, Mary?

It's from one of my friends in London.

What friend is that, Mary?

Lydia?

What friend is that, Mary?

Her name is Miss Baxter.

Anne Baxter. I've never heard of Miss Baxter.

Then she surely does not exist. She most probably does not.

Lydia is being most unkind.

Something seems to be troubling you, Mary.

You seem full of concern for every time we mention London.

Do I?

I thought you would be eager to return.

Does Mother's dog in any way remind you of Mother?

Oh,

Lizzie, I... Oh.

I embarrassed myself terribly when I left London.

Caroline Bingley was there. She was determined to humiliate me, and I left

such a flurry. I smashed a bell jar of great sentimental value to its owner, a

new friend, Mr Ryder, and everyone stared at me.

No -one else will have given it a second thought.

It would have been worse to you, I'm sure.

What partner has not done something regrettable in their lives?

You.

You, Jane, Kitty, Lydia.

Lydia?

Oh, no. No, Lydia has.

I can assure you, we all have.

Anne wrote to tell me not to worry.

You see?

She's become a dear friend.

She has something of an understanding with another good friend of mine.

Mr Tom Hayward.

Mr Hayward is... He's the kindest man.

I see.

And have you met any gentlemen that have taken your eye? Me? No. Oh, no.

No.

London is actually entirely without any eligible men.

I don't think I ever leave. I'm not really the marrying sort.

Nonsense, Mary.

A visitor for Miss Mary Bennet.

Mr Ryder!

What are you doing here?

Miss Bennet.

I hope you and your family won't consider this a great imposition, but...

You left London with such haste. I was most worried about your mother and

to offer my support in your hour of need.

How do you do, Mr. Ryder?

Mrs. Bennet?

Why, it is a pleasure to see you looking so well. I usually look much better

than this, though my recovery has been quite extraordinary.

I'm glad to hear it.

Miss Bennet, won't you introduce me to your sister?

Yes,

this is Mrs Elizabeth Darcy.

This is Kitty Boncock.

How do you do?

This is Jane Bingley and Mrs Lydia Wickham.

Enchanted to meet you all.

How do you know Mary?

Miss Bennet and I met at a soiree in London and share a similar taste in

despicable crime pamphlets.

Oh!

Anyway... I was en route to visit my aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and

to pay my respects.

Well, let us not stand upon ceremony.

Elizabeth will arrange for us to take tea in the garden.

Mr. Ryder, do join us. No, I'm sure Mr. Ryder will have more important matters

to attend to.

I have time.

Are you well enough, Mama?

Yes, thank you, Jane. I am perfectly well enough.

Mary?

Take Mr.

Ryder to the garden.

Lydia will deal with the dog.

What? Mr. Ryder.

Come along, Mr.

Ryder.

I have always felt that what a lady puts in her garden is so terribly important.

Roses, of course. Of course. Your favourite flower?

Well...

My turn!

I see you forgot to mention Mr Ryder in your reports from London.

You also forgot to mention how handsome he is.

I mean, I've not really noticed his looks, I'm sure.

He's come an awfully long way to see you.

He's probably just thirsty and nearby.

What?

Oh, you must... Stay with us, Mr. Ryder. Especially with the weather turning as

it may well do. Do you not agree, Lizzie? You would be most welcome, Mr.

That is very kind.

Come, Miss Bennet.

Show us your skills.

No.

That's not what I meant.

Excellent!

Well done, Mary!

Bravo!

Well done.

I was sorry to see you leave London in such a hurry.

Sir Ryder, have... Have you come here to the stuff?

You know, the... Yes.

Yes, Miss Bennet, I believe I have. I've been wondering whether to write to you

on the subject.

Oh, I wouldn't expect you to lead the conversation, Miss Bennet. Mr Ryder, are

you here to talk about...

The bell jar.

The bell jar?

What did you say? Miss Beret, please, do not trouble yourself over that.

But it was your father's. I thought you'd be upset.

Not at all. Please, think no more of it.

It is a

pleasure to meet your family.

Yes, my sisters are exceptional, I know.

As are you, Miss Bennet.

Oh, no, I am much more... I find it most refreshing that you

do not fawn over potential husbands or have your mind constantly set on finding

a match.

Well, no, no, I don't really... I don't give it much thought.

But you lack artifice.

The qualities shine out. They're not corrupted by the false polish of the

These are observations of a very, very personal nature.

Well, I have a very low opinion of the petty rules to which we submit ourselves

in the name of good manners.

Did you know that?

Thank you. I have mentioned it once or twice.

I believe, Miss Bennet, that our inability to say what we mean is one of

great curses of our age.

We hide behind a thousand disguises that we like to call politeness.

Mr.

Darcy sends his apologies. He has a seasonal headache.

Mr.

Ryder. Tell us about yourself.

Mary mentioned you are an avid reader.

Oh, er, a poetry, perhaps.

I find longer works are usually not for me.

Really? I think the brevity of poetry is one of its principal attractions.

I agree.

Wholeheartedly. I only wish I had the fine mind of your sister.

Miss Berrett has such an astute understanding of a wide range of

She does.

She does.

I do not know whether she gets it from me or her father. From you, Mother, I'm

sure.

There are very few people who have the insight of Miss Bennet.

I could talk to you all day.

I must admit, London has been a little grey without you.

Are you joking?

No, there are many interesting minds in London.

All eager for thoughtful conversation.

None as interesting as yours.

Hello?

Mother.

I came to wish you good night.

To make an excellent match.

I wonder what kind of endowment he has.

I don't know. A sizable one, I'm sure.

Good night.

Good night, Mary.

Sorry, don't let me distract you.

What are you reading, Mr. Ryder?

A rather fascinating book on... Jesus.

Right, it's upside down.

Ah, so it is.

What are you reading, Miss Bennet?

Fordyce's Sermons for Young Women.

Oh, insufferable, rule -making pedant. Would you like me to put it in the fire

for you?

Not quite how I remember it, I'll admit.

What's he talking about?

Barry sounds serious.

She is boring him, I know it.

I think you should read Mrs. McCauley.

She will help you to better understand the world. I am no good at all at

my energy on anything that does not either move or please me. I think that

shame, sir.

You know, my father was a scholar.

He devoted all his time to studying insects.

Winged beetles, mostly. Of course, yes.

The beetle in the jar.

Fascinating stuff, really.

I'm not so sure, but it occupied his every waking hour.

He rarely emerged from his study.

We hardly ever saw him.

When I was 15 years old, he...

died quite suddenly.

Oh.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

A few days after his death, I sat in his dark study and...

I thought about all the hours he'd spent in there.

Away from his family.

Away from life.

And for what?

For your father must have derived a great deal of pleasure from his work.

Perhaps.

But I think I learnt more about the point of human existence in that moment

my father learnt in a lifetime of study.

From then on, I devoted myself to the pursuit of joy.

Tell me, Miss Bennett, what makes you happy?

Nobody's ever asked me such a question.

Then you must consider it now.

Uh, well, um, reading, reading, learning,

teaching.

And what of friendship?

Of love?

Uh, yes.

No, of course, that.

Life is short, Miss Bennet.

Everything turns to dust in the end.

We might as well experience some joy before that happens.

Let's go riding.

Yes! Let's go!

Ladies.

What a waste.

Well? Well, what? Are you going out walking again, Mary? No, Mr. Ida and I

going riding. On a horse?

Yes, generally the idea. But you hate horses.

Mary, what are his intentions?

To ride a horse, I think.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

You're quite all right, Miss Bennett.

I'm perfectly fine. Thank you. Yes.

There we go. There we go.

Now, I've been thinking about your argument that we should say more

honestly what we think and feel.

Oh, excellent.

I knew you'd agree.

Oh, I don't know that I do.

I mean, surely even you must admit there may be occasions when, well, for all

manner of reasons, something's best left unsaid.

I cannot concur.

I intend to live my life by bolder principles. In fact, that is why I came

To put that belief into practice.

Really?

Yes. I came here to commit the great impropriety of telling you honestly what

think of you.

Mr. Ryder, I can assure you there's no need. I attempted to scribble a few

lines, but then I thought of some verses of Mr. Wordsworth that captured your

spirit perfectly.

May I be allowed to recite them to you?

Of course, Mr. Ryder. Please.

She dwelt among... Excuse me.

No.

Please, take your time.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways, beside the springs of Dove.

A maid whom there were none to praise and very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone, half hidden from the eye.

Fair as a star when only one.

shining in the sky.

I think you see me as a lonely figure.

I was brought up in Hertfordshire, sir, so the road to London was barely five

miles away.

It is possible to feel oneself alone, even in such close proximity to town.

Yes, but in my village, it was quite untrue to say that there were none to

praise and very few to love.

There were scores of people, Very eager to praise my sister.

Perhaps living with your family in Meryton kept you half hidden from the

But now you've broken out on your own.

You can be seen at last as you deserve.

Fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky.

You're an actual Miss Bennet. Oh, I'm not.

I know.

Our conversation has made me very happy, Miss Bennet.

Me too, Ryder.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Walk on.

Mary,

there you are.

What's everything the matter? What happened on the ride?

We rode horses.

And mine was most unruly. And it had a taste for bramble. If it had a mind of

its own, really. And my saddle was not at all comfortable.

That's not a slight on the quality. Mary. Mary!

It appears Mr.

Ryder does have some sort of affection for you, and I believe he is about to

propose.

Mother, I'm not completely sure that you are right, and I really would hate to

cause you any further disappointment.

This is an opportunity that cannot be overlooked.

He's a very eligible gentleman.

You will say yes, won't you?

What happened? What did he say? Did he ask you? He's not going to ask her.

use it.

Miss Ferris!

Are you quite all right? Oh, nothing.

Nothing at all.

May I speak with you in private?

I have something very important I want to discuss with you.

Mother had told me to prepare myself.

But nothing could prepare me for what happened next.