Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Mutual Friends, Page 13
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Single panel, a quiet cool hallway, softer evening light — a warm, honest beat between two friends. On the left, Charlotte Lucas (glasses, camel blazer) wears a rare, warm, grateful expression. On the right, Lizzie Bennet answers with a soft, crooked smile. The two stand close, at ease with each other. Charlotte: 'You didn't say the thing you were about to say. Thank you.' Lizzie: 'I thought it very loudly.'
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In a quiet hallway, Charlotte gives Lizzie a rare warm, grateful look; Lizzie answers with a soft crooked smile.
About this chapter
With Jane finally at peace and her own verdict on Darcy set in stone, Lizzie takes a weekend train out to visit Charlotte — now married to Mr. Collins and installed in a tidy cottage on the grounds of his employer's grand estate. Lizzie arrives braced to pity her best friend, certain she'll find her diminished and trapped. Instead she finds Charlotte quietly, unromantically content: she has carved out a livable arrangement, her own mornings and her own space, while Collins fusses over curtains and name-drops his imperious patron, Ms. de Bourgh. When the household is summoned to dinner at the big house, Lizzie meets Ms. de Bourgh herself — a cold, appraising matriarch who interrogates Lizzie's family and prospects and expects total agreement. Lizzie, politely, refuses to give it, and earns a startled, narrow-eyed once-over. By the end of the evening Lizzie has made her peace: Charlotte's chosen life is survivable, even good, and the visit is going to be fine. Then the estate's front door opens and the patron's newly arrived nephew steps into the hall — Fitzwilliam Darcy. The one certainty Lizzie came here to keep, that she was finally, permanently done with him, collapses on the spot. The mutual friend was him all along.