Chapter 9

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I'm alive I swear, just lazy. I apologize. This chapter is a bit shorter, but I believe the next one is longer, so hang in there guys!

(Y/N) spent most of the night in her sister's room, and in the morning had the pleasure of being able to send a favorable answer to the questions which she received very early from Mr. Jones via a housemaid, and some time afterwards from the two elegant ladies who waited on his sisters. In spite of this progress, however, she requested to have a note sent to Longbourn, requesting that her mother visit Sakura, and form her own judgement of her situation. The note was immediately sent, and its contents as quickly agreed to. Mrs. Bennet, accompanied by her two youngest girls, reached Netherfield soon after the family breakfast.

Had she found Sakura in any apparent danger, Mrs. Bennet would have been very miserable; but being satisfied that her illness was not alarming, she had no desire for her to recover immediately, as her restoration to health would allow her to leave Netherfield. She would not listen, therefore, to her daughter's proposal of being carried home; neither did the doctor, who arrived about the same time, think it at all advisable. After sitting a little while with Sakura, at Caroline's appearance and invitation, the mother and three daughters all attended her into the breakfast parlor. Alfred met them with the hope that Mrs. Bennet had not found Sakura worse than she expected.

"Indeed I have, sir," was her answer. "She is much too ill to be moved. The doctor says we must not think of moving her. We must rely on your kindness a little longer."

"Move her?" cried Alfred. "It must not be thought of. My sister, I am sure, will not hear of her being moved."

"You may depend on it, Madam," said Caroline, with cold politeness, "that Miss Bennet will receive every possible attention while she remains with us."

Mrs. Bennet thanked them profusely.

"I am sure," she added, "if it was not for such good friends I do not know what would become of her, for she is very ill indeed, and suffers an extensive amount, though with the greatest patience in the world. Which is always the way with her, for she has, without exception, the sweetest temper I have ever met with. I often tell my other girls they are nothing compared to her. You have a sweet room here, Mr. Jones, and a charming view over the gravel walk. I do not know a place in the country that is equal to Netherfield. You will not think of leaving it in a hurry, I hope, though you have only a short lease."

"Whatever I do is done in a hurry," replied he; "and therefore if I should decide to leave Netherfield, I would probably be off in five minutes. At present, however, I consider myself quite settled here."

"That is exactly what I would have guessed of you," said (Y/N).

"You begin to understand me, do you?" cried he, turning towards her.

"Oh yes, I understand you perfectly."

"I wish could take this as a compliment; but to be so easily seen through is pitiful."

"That is how it goes. It does not make sense that a deep, intricate character is just as admired as such a one as yours."

"(N/N)," her mother reprimanded, "remember where you are, and do not act in the wild manner that you are known to do at home."

"I did not know," continued Alfred immediately, "that you were a studier of character. It must be an amusing study."

"Yes, but intricate characters are the most amusing. They at least have that advantage."

"The country," said Arthur, "can in general supply only a few subjects for such a study. In a country neighborhood you move in a very confined and unvarying society."

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