Mary Bennet : Pride and Prejudice

23.

As Mr Wright leaves Mrs Bingley's house, he feels dejected. He cherished his friendship with Mary and now it was all over. He wondered if there was any other way, until he reached his workplace.

Mr Wright worked for his uncle in the city as a lawyer. Despite being the heir to his late mother's fortune, with which he could survive to live a comfortable without working, he volunteered to work for his uncle.

"Robert," his uncle demanded. "I need you to read these for me for tomorrow's meeting."

"I've already read the cases for today," he informs. "Here are the concise matters," he hands over papers from his brief case.

"Oh!" His uncle sighs in relief. "What would I do without you," he says leaving the room. Robert was let alone in the room, still thinking sadly about the incident that happened earlier

"Go home for today!" His uncle comes back. "You have done enough," he says as he shuts the door.

Mr Wright is on his way back. He contemplates if he should see Mary again, just to explain himself, more clearly this time. Did she truly change that much that she does not care for him at all? This thought made him extremely sad. He wished to go back to the time he spent in Maryton, when he first met Mary. A very stubborn girl, he thought at first but as he got to know her, she was one of the most wholesome women. Her deep attachment to literature and how enthusiastically she would explain things that she believed or arguments that she just had to win. The fave of confusion she would make if she would be proven wrong. It all was very wholesome to him.

"Sir!" His door man approached him before he entered his house. "There is a woman waiting for you inside," he informed.

"Who is it, Billy?"

"A Miss Mary Bennet," he says as Mr Wrights face lights up. "She says she is an acquaintance of yours."

"Acquaintance?" He wonders if she would rather remain an acquaintance than a friend.

"Is she not? Should I ask her to leave?" The doorman says altered.

"No! Acquaintance it is," he says with a smile as she fixes his hair nervously before going in. 

As he entered the veranda, he couldn't believe his eyes. There she was sitting a blue dress, fiddling with her gloves, waiting for him.

As soon as she saw him, her nervous face got worried.

"Mr Wright!" She stood up immediately.

"Miss Bennet," Robert did not show his excitement.

"I couldn't help but keep thinking about you—

"You were thinking about me?" His heart weirdly fluttered.

"Yes! The way I spoke to you—just dismissed you was plainly rude and so unlike me to treat anyone, especially you with such disrespect!" She went on.

"Miss Bennet—

"I didn't even offer you tea! I wasn't even my house—

"Miss Bennet—

"It was Jane's house, please do not think less of her due to my actions—-

"Mary!" She shouted in order to stop her successfully. "I do not care if you dismissed me or did not offer tea or did not let Jane send me off!" He said.

"Jane is not to be blamed—

"I know! I am not blaming Jane, or have any ill will towards her for what happened this afternoon. In fact I do not have any ill will against you either," he said calmly.