#with the book mr bingley

[thatisntverycombefair]

eponine would have loved mr bingley from pride and prejudice

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

i just got to the part of pride & prejudice in like. chapter 34 when mr. darcy goes to lizzy and says "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." and um. yeah if I were a girl in the regency era reading this for the first time right as it was published they would've sent me to the seaside to treat my hysteria

[4ever-feral]

The sluttiest thing a man can do is walk across a misty field in an unbuttoned white shirt at dawn.

[comicaloverachiever]

On opening the door, she perceived her sister and Bingley standing together over the hearth, as if engaged in earnest conversation; and had this led to no suspicion, the faces of both as they hastily turned round, and moved away from each other, would have told it all.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen (illustration by C. E. Brock) Pride and Prejudice (1995) dir. Simon Langton

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Pride & prejudice: the summary

[anghraine]

It's kind of fascinating to me that towards the end of P&P, Elizabeth has become protective of Darcy and either a) actively tries to insulate him from Situations or b) wishes that she could and gets stressed that she can't.

Darcy deeply loves her and is very ready to do whatever he can to secure her happiness, but narratively, I think the emphasis at the end is very much more on Elizabeth's protectiveness towards him.

It's like:

When Bingley and Darcy first come back to Hertfordshire, Darcy is very quiet and Elizabeth can barely bring herself to say anything—until Mrs Bennet insults Darcy. Then Elizabeth speaks up.

Mrs Bennet enlists Elizabeth to separate Darcy from Bingley with another insult to Darcy. Elizabeth finds this both convenient and enraging.

That day, Elizabeth decides to privately tell Mrs Bennet about her engagement to Darcy, specifically so that Darcy will be spared Mrs Bennet's first unfiltered response.

Elizabeth fiercely defends Darcy's character and love for her, as well as hers for him, to Mr Bennet. She not only says she loves Darcy but that it upsets her to hear Mr Bennet's criticisms of him.

Elizabeth is both relieved by Mrs Bennet's ecstatic reception of the engagement and a bit disappointed by how completely shallow she's being about it, and 100% sure she made the right call in keeping Darcy away.

Elizabeth defends Darcy against Darcy himself, repeatedly.

There's a period where Elizabeth seems to unwind and laugh, but this passes, especially after Charlotte and Mr Collins show up. Darcy manages to stay calm around Mr Collins (I think this is framed as a significant and admirable achievement for him), but Elizabeth does not like him being in a situation where he has to deal with Mr Collins in the first place.

Elizabeth tries to shield Darcy from being noticed by Mrs Phillips and Mrs Bennet, who do seem to make him pretty excruciatingly uncomfortable.

Ultimately, Elizabeth ends up trying to keep Darcy to herself or to shepherd him around to relatives he can handle more easily, and is so stressed at this point that she just wants to get married and escape to Pemberley.

After their marriage, things are actually great at Pemberley and in their married life, despite the occasional complication.

Lydia writes a congratulatory letter to Elizabeth, asking for Darcy to get Wickham a promotion unless Elizabeth would rather not bring it up with him. Elizabeth really does not want Darcy to have to deal with this and handles it by privately setting aside a Lydia fund out of her personal expenses. (IIRC, it's not clear if Darcy even knows about this.)

Elizabeth also is the driving force behind Darcy's reconciliation with Lady Catherine.

This could read as an unsettling, unbalanced dynamic and a very odd ending point for the arc of a woman like Elizabeth, but in the context of the overall novel, it doesn't feel that way. Or maybe I'd see it more that way if I interpreted Darcy (and for that matter, Elizabeth) + their arcs differently? But as it is, I do think that by this point in the story they are genuinely doing the best they can, independently and for each other, and they've both come a long way. They shine in different contexts and support each other as much as they can in the circumstances that do arise.

It seems very them, in terms of their temperament and abilities, that Elizabeth would put all this effort into shielding Darcy, while at the same time, Darcy completely cuts off Lady Catherine for insulting Elizabeth and only ever speaks to her again because Elizabeth wants him to.

[nihilistic-optimistest]

watched pride and prejudice for the first time yesterday, had to go make this immediately

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

Pride and Prejudice + Texts, Part Two || Pt1 Pt3

[checkoutmybookshelf]

Said Darcy, while other men were fighting Napoleon across the continent...

[melmad21]

Had to make a book cover for a classic book in my illustration class. Had just finished Pride and Prejudice and thought why not!

[dionysiaproductions]

Today at Pemberley, The 26th of October:

Having spent much of the last couple days in library, Mr. Darcy found several volumes with helpful references to the biology and habits of foxes. He wrote down the titles for Miss Caroline Bingely and recommended she peruse them at her leisure. Upon being handed the list, Miss Caroline sat in the blinking silence of one attempting to politely explain that one has no intention of reading a book.

Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy took her husband to the library, collected his recommended books and together they made a chart of the best information available. Mr. Darcy voiced surprise at his wife’s willingness to assist Miss Caroline with whom she so frequently disagrees.

Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy’s only response was, “I am pleased to see her allow herself to be strange and unfashionable. Perhaps one day soon, she will even allow herself to be content.”

Previous days at Pemberley here

[thegreeks]

A Family Announcement

Warnings: pregnancy

Synopsis: telling your dear friends and family you are to be expecting a child

In the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through velvet-curtained window, you sat in the drawing-room of Pemberley, a lovely estate nestled in the rolling hills of Derbyshire. A sense of peace enveloped you, the crisp green landscape beyond the glass promised the arrival of spring—a season of new life, mirroring the changes that were unfolding within your own heart.

Your fingers absentmindedly grazed the delicate embroidery on the cushion beside you as you gazed out at the lake, where the distant trees shimmered with the reflections of sunlight. The estate, though vast and grand, felt most alive in those quiet moments when you could let your thoughts drift toward the future.

“Mrs. Darcy,” a familiar voice called from the doorway, drawing your attention. You turned to see Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy himself, a tall figure clad in a simple but tailored morning coat that accentuated his broad shoulders and noble bearing. The corners of his lips quirked up in a slight smile that warmed your heart, one that seemed to light up the entire room. Together, you shared a secret, one that had brought a quiet, radiant joy into your days and softened Mr. Darcy’s eyes each time he looked at you.

“Mr. Darcy,” you replied, your voice soft and melodic. You could not help but feel your spirits lift at the sight of your husband—a man so often portrayed as cold and distant by society, yet one who had given you every reason to believe in a different truth. Here was a man who adored you beyond measure.

Darcy crossed the room with purposeful strides, kneeling before you to take your hands within his own. His brow furrowed ever so slightly as he inspected you closely, his gaze searching for any sign of discomfort that might be hidden behind your gentle smile.

“Are you well, my dear? Shall I call for the nurse?” he inquired, his voice laced with tender concern. Ever since the morning you had shared the news with him, there had been a brightness in his eyes that hinted at an emotion he rarely displayed so openly—a quiet joy, tempered with the gravity of the new responsibility that lay before him. There was no greater balm for your spirit than the depth of his affection, his worries proving that you had stilled his heart.

“I am well, Fitzwilliam,” you reassured him, squeezing his hands. “The baby is moving often today, but I suspect it is simply their way of announcing their presence.” A grin danced upon your lips as you shared this delightful news with him.

At this, his eyes brightened, and a glimmer of unrestrained joy ignited in his expression. “I shall not be surprised if we have a future scholar of the arts or a talented ambassador,” he chuckled, his voice rich and deep as it harmonized with the atmosphere of the room.

“You are already a remarkably doting father, Mr. Darcy,” you teased gently, deciding to lean into the warmth of the moment. “I am certain our child shall feel thoroughly cherished long before they shall even take their first breath.”

Darcy smiled, though there was a hint of seriousness in his demeanor. “I could wish for no better gift than the love of my wife and the child we are to bring into the world. I promise to be not just a father, but a confidant, a guide—however limited my knowledge may be.”

Waves of affection washed over you, his warmth was a comforting embrace, and you reveled in the sense of safety that only he could provide.

The silence between you was as comfortable as it was profound. You were still savoring the memory of his reaction, how his hand had so gently rested upon yours, and the quiet intensity with which he had spoken: “You have made me happier than I could have ever hoped, my dear.” It was a moment you held close to your heart, warming you even now as you anticipated sharing this news with those closest to you.

Later that afternoon, your family were to arrive, along with Georgiana and a few dear friends. The gathering had been long planned as a simple spring visit, but now it held a far greater significance—a revelation that would be cherished by those nearest and dearest.

As the hour of their arrival approached, Darcy, as ever, noted the slight trembling of your hand with a tender awareness that only he possessed. Placing his own hand over yours, he said, “There is no need for apprehension, my love. They will be overjoyed.”

You smiled softly, grateful for his words, but you could not help the flutter of excitement and nervousness that quickened your heart. How dearly you had anticipated this moment, when you would share this joy with those you loved.

Just then, there arose the faint sound of rustling skirts approaching the room. It was Bingley and his new bride, Jane, who entered with laughter spilling from their lips. You stood, pulling away from Darcy, determined to share the lightness of those moments with them.

“Oh, do not let me interrupt this tender display!” Bingley called out in jest, his bright eyes reflecting the light of mischief. “I hope you shall forgive me for intruding upon your idyllic scene?”

“Not at all, Charles,” you replied warmly. “Your presence always adds to the shine of our home.”

As much as you enjoyed the banter, you could sense that Darcy preferred much quieter, more intimate gatherings. Still, in the company of friends, there was joy to be found in sharing your news.

The sound of carriage wheels on gravel drew your attention, and shortly after, the drawing room was filled with the warm greetings and familiar faces of your guests. Elizabeth, her gaze ever-perceptive, embraced you warmly, her eyes narrowing slightly in that sisterly way, as though she suspected you were keeping a secret.

“My dear sister,” Elizabeth remarked with a knowing smile, “I declare there is something different about you today. I am determined to discover what it is before the day’s end.”

You shared a conspiratorial glance with Mr. Darcy, who simply raised a brow with an expression of amused indulgence.

The arrival of your family and dearest friends had filled the house with laughter and warmth, and you had been waiting for this moment, to share the news with those closest to you. At last, the moment came when you gathered your family and friends in Pemberley’s sunlit dining room. The Darcys and the Bingleys, the Gardiners, and even your mother, father, and sisters—all were here, filling the air with lighthearted conversation as the meal commenced.

Georgiana, ever gentle and full of affection, approached you with an earnest smile. “Dearest sister,” she murmured, taking your hand, “how very lovely it is to see you so well. I do believe you have been glowing of late.”

“Well,” Mr. Darcy began, his voice warm with pride and an almost uncharacteristic tenderness, “I do believe my sister and Miss Bennet have guessed it near enough.” He paused, and you felt his hand reassuringly upon brush upon your own.

When the plates had been cleared, Mr. Darcy rose, a quiet but commanding presence which gathered the room’s attention. “If I may, my dear friends and family,” he began, his gaze warm and lingering on you before shifting to the others.

The room quieted, every face now turned toward him in anticipation. You looked up at him, a fond smile spreading across your face as he squeezed your hand.

“It is with the utmost joy that my dear wife and I share that we are soon to be expecting a child,” he continued, his voice rich with pride and affection.

For a moment, the room was silent, as though the world itself paused in reverence for the words that had been spoken. Then, in an instant, it was filled with delighted exclamations and warm embraces. Elizabeth’s face broke into a radiant smile as she rose to embrace you, her eyes alight with excitement. “Oh, my dearest sister! Such wonderful news—how happy I am for you both!” she cried, her eyes glistening.

Georgiana, with tears of joy in her eyes, took your hands in hers. “A new addition to Pemberley… Oh, how dearly I shall cherish this little one, dearest sister,” she said softly, her gaze full of affection and wonder.

Your mother clasped her hands together, her expression a blend of awe and pride. “A grandchild!” she exclaimed. “A grandchild at Pemberley! My dear, this is a blessing indeed!”

Mr. Bennet, reserved as ever, shared a subtle smile with you, the hint of affection in his eyes unmistakable. “My dearest girl,” he said quietly when he reached you, his tone a gentle contrast to the excitement in the room, “I had no doubt you would bring such joy into all our lives.”

Jane’s soft, knowing smile met yours, her own happiness shining in her eyes as she embraced you. “You will be a wonderful mother,” she whispered, her voice filled with sincere affection. Mr. Bingley beamed by her side, offering his heartfelt congratulations as he clasped Mr. Darcy’s hand, his easygoing manner warm and genuine.

Through all the embraces and exclamations of joy, Mr. Darcy remained close to you, his hand never straying far from yours, his eyes finding yours as he shared this treasured moment with the family. You could see the pride and joy brimming in his gaze—an expression you had rarely seen in him, yet one you felt honored to have inspired.

As the afternoon wore on and conversation flowed effortlessly, you felt a blissfully serene weight upon your heart. Here, amidst those you loved, your future felt bright and full of promise. In every exchanged glance with Darcy, you saw his unwavering love—his steadfast support as you prepared to bring a new life into the world, a reflection of both your hearts.

As the room settled, he leaned close, his voice soft, meant only for you. “It is only a small thing, my dearest love, but seeing you carry our child… I cannot express the happiness it brings me.”

His words stirred something deep within you, a warmth that spread from your heart to every part of you. “And I, Fitzwilliam,” you replied, your voice just as soft, “cannot imagine a greater joy than this—to bring a child into the world with you by my side.”

He brought your hand to his lips, his kiss a quiet vow, a promise of devotion and care for the life you were creating together. And in that sunlit room, surrounded by family and friends who shared in your joy, you felt truly blessed—content in the love that bound you and in the future that awaited you both.

Later that evening, as twilight cloaked the estate in a gentle veil, you found yourself alone in the peaceful confines of the drawing-room once again. The conversations of the day lingered in your mind, and you leaned back into the soft embrace of an armchair, contemplating the joy of your life with him.

Soon enough, Darcy joined you, having indulged in a moment of solitude to collect his thoughts. He took a seat beside you and rested his hand upon your growing belly with utmost reverence.

“Have I told you today how profoundly grateful I am to share this life with you?” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it resonated deeply within you.

“Not quite,” you teased, a smile dancing upon your lips in response to his charming sincerity.

“Then allow me to be so bold,” he said, turning to face you fully. “I cannot imagine a world or a future without you at my side. You have breathed hope into my life, and now you carry a piece of that hope within you. I am yours, now and always.”

You wanted to tell him that the feeling was mutual, that with each passing day, your love for him deepened, intertwining in ways you never thought possible. Instead, you leaned closer, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, as sure and constant as the stars emerging one by one in the night sky.

“Together, Fitzwilliam. Always together,” you responded, as the warmth of his embrace surrounded you, making you feel like the most cherished woman in the world.

In a tranquil moment beneath the gently flickering candlelight, you and Mr. Darcy shared a perfect silence that spoke more words than any grand proclamation ever could. The journey ahead was uncertain, filled with the thrill of new beginnings, but you knew that with him, every moment would be filled with love, laughter, and cherished companionship.

[sunkillerlovechild]

"It gives me pain to speak ill of a Darcy" yet youve been doing nothing but for the last five pages

[chaoticpersontale]

Pride and Prejudice (1995)

[lilyharriet11]

I just finished reading Pride and Prejudice and I am entirely charmed. This is so incredibly good book, I wish I could read more such wonderful literature. Reading it now, I noticed how lovely was Jane and Bingley's relationship. They were so cute! I definitely appreciated them more now, they both were so kind, soft and delicate. I currently intend to reread Northanger Abbey because I don't remember anything from this book at all. (This will be my Jane Austen week!)