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第 1 頁
Full-page panel. Golden morning light fills the lived-in Bennet kitchen — open shelves of crockery and jars, plants on the sill, a low dome pendant lamp over the wooden table. JANE BENNET, 25, honey-blonde hair falling past her shoulders, cream blouse under a soft-pink cardigan, sits at the table with both hands wrapped around a mug, perfectly composed. In the doorway behind her, LIZZIE BENNET, 23, dark-brown wavy hair clipped half-up, freckles across her nose, open olive-green utility jacket and jeans, leans against the frame with her arms folded and one eyebrow raised. JANE: 'I'm fine, Lizzie. He's a closed tab.' LIZZIE: 'Mm.'
第 2 頁
Panel 1: LYDIA BENNET, 17, long dark-brown hair, bright pink top and dark skirt, comes crashing through the kitchen doorway mid-stride, eyes huge with excitement. KITTY BENNET, 19, medium-brown hair and a lilac top, crowds in behind her with one hand on the doorframe. LYDIA: 'The lights are on at Netherfield!' Panel 2: Tight close-up of JANE BENNET. Her mug has stopped halfway to her mouth. Her large blue eyes are very still and her careful composure is cracking at the edges. KITTY (off-panel): 'He's back!'
第 3 頁
Panel 1: MRS. BENNET, 52, grey-streaked dark hair, floral blouse and a beaded necklace, stands in the cluttered living room in full triumph, hands clasped in front of her chest, eyes shining. MRS. BENNET: 'He has come back for Jane. I always said so.' Panel 2: MR. BENNET, 58, grey hair receding at the temples, reading glasses pushed up on his forehead, brown cardigan over a checked shirt, sits deep in his green armchair with a tablet on his knee, one eyebrow raised. MR. BENNET: 'He has come back for a house he pays rent on.' Panel 3: JANE BENNET stands very straight by the window in the warm light, wearing her polite smile, one hand quietly steadying the other. Behind her LIZZIE watches with her arms folded, entirely unconvinced. JANE: 'It's really nothing to do with me.'
第 4 頁
Panel 1: A warm lamplit bedroom at night, family photos strung above the shelves and a dark window behind. LIZZIE BENNET and JANE BENNET sit side by side on the edge of the bed, both leaning slightly forward, hands loose in their laps, turned toward each other. LIZZIE: 'You don't have to be fine for my benefit.' Panel 2: Tight close-up of JANE in the lamplight, eyes lowered, the polite smile finally gone. JANE: 'I'd just like to know if I have to be brave.'
第 5 頁
Panel 1: Night. LIZZIE BENNET sits on the bedroom window seat with her knees drawn up and one arm around her shins, looking out at the blue-lit street. On the sill beside her, her phone lies face-down — only its plain dark back is visible. A lamp glows warm on the nightstand behind her. LIZZIE (thought): 'If Charles is back... is he?' Panel 2: Extreme close-up of Lizzie's dark-brown eyes and the freckles across her cheeks, cool window light caught in them, her expression suspended between hope and dread. LIZZIE (thought): 'And I can never tell a single soul what he did.'
第 6 頁
Full-page panel. A high angle looks down the warm Bennet front hall to the closed front door, coats on hooks, a patterned runner on the floorboards, the staircase climbing at the right. Every Bennet is frozen mid-motion, all of them staring at the door: MRS. BENNET half-risen from a hall chair in the foreground, phone in one hand; MARY BENNET in a side doorway with her glasses and the headphones round her neck; LYDIA and KITTY stopped halfway down the stairs, gripping the banister; JANE at the foot of the stairs, gone pale; LIZZIE beside her in her olive jacket. MRS. BENNET: 'Do not open that door yet!'
第 7 頁
Panel 1: Seen from inside the hall through the open front door — CHARLES BINGLEY, 27, tousled auburn hair, rust-coloured blazer over a cream t-shirt, beige chinos and white sneakers, stands on the step beaming, hands relaxed at his sides. BINGLEY: 'Hi. Sorry — I should have called first.' Panel 2: Behind Bingley, one step lower on the path, FITZWILLIAM DARCY, 29, tall and straight-backed, near-black hair swept back, charcoal-grey overcoat over a white shirt, both hands in his pockets. Cool daylight on him against the warm doorway. Panel 3: Tight close-up of LIZZIE BENNET — eyes wide, lips slightly parted, the floor gone out from under her. LIZZIE (thought): 'He came.' Panel 4: MRS. BENNET sweeps forward into the hall, delighted at Bingley, her smile cooling noticeably as her eyes slide past him to Darcy standing in the doorway. MRS. BENNET: 'Mr. Bingley! Come in, come in.'
第 8 頁
Panel 1: In the warm, floral-patterned Bennet living room, JANE BENNET and CHARLES BINGLEY sit in facing chairs a little too far apart, both quietly glowing and painfully awkward, hands resting on their own knees. Mugs and a stack of books on the low table between them. BINGLEY: 'You look well.' JANE: 'So do you.' Panel 2: The same room from the opposite side. FITZWILLIAM DARCY stands apart at the tall window in his charcoal overcoat, hands in his pockets, looking out at the garden, perfectly still. Across the room LIZZIE BENNET sits on the sofa with a mug in both hands, watching him. Warm lamplight inside, cool daylight on Darcy.
第 9 頁
Panel 1: MRS. BENNET leans forward in her armchair, phone in one hand, in full conversational flow and delighted with herself. MRS. BENNET: 'And we've had a wedding in the family since you left!' Panel 2: LIZZIE BENNET frozen mid-sip, her mug halfway down, eyes going wide with horror. Panel 3: FITZWILLIAM DARCY in three-quarter profile at the window, charcoal overcoat, hands in his pockets, face completely unreadable. Panel 4: MRS. BENNET again, oblivious and thrilled, head tilted. MRS. BENNET: 'Lydia! Married! At seventeen!' Panel 5: MARY BENNET, glasses and headphones round her neck, deadpan in the corner with one finger at the bridge of her glasses. MARY: 'Statistically that is—' Panel 6: Close on LIZZIE in profile, eyes flicking sideways to the window where Darcy stands. LIZZIE (thought): 'He paid for all of it. And he'll never say a word.'
第 10 頁
Panel 1: The warm front hall by the door. LIZZIE BENNET has half-turned toward FITZWILLIAM DARCY, lips parted, starting to say something, one hand at her side. He stands over her in his charcoal overcoat, looking down. LIZZIE: 'Mr. Darcy — I wanted to say—' Panel 2: Close-up of DARCY, formal and guarded, chin slightly lifted — but with a single flicker of warmth in his steel-grey eyes. DARCY: 'It was good to see you, Miss Bennet.'
第 11 頁
Panel 1: Seen from behind, LIZZIE BENNET stands alone in the open front doorway with one hand on the frame, silhouetted against the last warm light, watching a plain dark car pull away down the garden path. LIZZIE (thought): 'Not one word about any of it.' Panel 2: Inside the lamplit hall, MRS. BENNET turns to JANE in delight, her phone still in one hand. Jane stands flushed, hands folded in front of her, trying not to smile. MRS. BENNET: 'He could not take his eyes off you!'
第 12 頁
Panel 1: The next afternoon. CHARLES BINGLEY stands alone on the Bennet front step in the sunlight, hands loose at his sides, wearing a hopeful, nervous smile. The garden path behind him is empty — nobody else came. Panel 2: The warm living room. LIZZIE BENNET asks from an armchair with a mug in one hand while BINGLEY sits forward on the sofa opposite, relaxed and cheerful. LIZZIE: 'Is your friend not with you?' Panel 3: Tight close-up of LIZZIE as the answer lands, her small polite smile not quite holding. BINGLEY (off-panel): 'Darcy? He drove back to the city this morning.'
第 13 頁
Panel 1: In the warm kitchen doorway, LIZZIE BENNET steers MRS. BENNET out of the room with one hand at her mother's arm, patient and immovable. Mrs. Bennet protests over her shoulder, phone in hand. LYDIA and KITTY trail after them, craning back toward the living room. MRS. BENNET: 'I was only going to offer him cake!' Panel 2: LIZZIE stands against the now-closed kitchen door, one hand still on the handle, the other in her pocket, wearing a small and extremely satisfied smirk. LIZZIE: 'Nobody move for ten minutes.'
第 14 頁
Panel 1: Low golden light on the wooden porch steps of the Bennet house, flowers and hanging baskets around them. CHARLES BINGLEY sits a step above JANE BENNET, turned toward her, earnest and nervous, hands loose on his knees. Jane sits with her hands in her lap, looking up at him. BINGLEY: 'I was told you didn't feel anything. I believed it.' Panel 2: Close two-shot in the amber light — Bingley's face open and undefended, Jane's beside it with her blue eyes filling and the polite mask finally down. BINGLEY: 'I should have just asked you myself.' JANE: 'Then ask me now.'
第 15 頁
Full-page panel. Sunset floods the flowering front garden of the pale grey-green Bennet house, its porch lamps already lit. JANE BENNET and CHARLES BINGLEY stand close in a warm embrace, seen from the side, both of them laughing — her arms over his shoulders, his around her waist. Amber light on their faces and through the blossom around them. JANE: 'Yes. Obviously, yes.'
第 16 頁
Panel 1: The same warm Bennet kitchen and the same wooden table as the chapter's first page, same angle, morning light through the window over the sink. JANE BENNET sits absolutely radiant with both hands around her mug. Opposite her LIZZIE BENNET sits with one hand flat on the tabletop, smiling at her sister and meaning every bit of it. JANE: 'I'm the happiest person alive.' LIZZIE: 'You're the only one who deserves to be.' Panel 2: Tight close-up of LIZZIE in the warm light, chin propped on one hand, her smile softening into something quietly wistful as she looks off to the side. On the table in front of her, beside the blue-patterned teapot, her phone lies face-down and silent — only its plain dark back showing. LIZZIE (thought): 'Mine's still open.'