Swipe Left on Mr. Darcy — Are You Sure?、8ページ
作: Inkroost · 公開
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書き起こし
Panel 1. The closed panelled living-room door seen from the hallway, warm morning light across it. Nobody in frame. Panel 2. Mrs. Bennet in the kitchen, fussing beside the table, unable to sit down, eyes wide. MRS. BENNET: What can he want with your father? Panel 3. Lydia sprawls sideways in a kitchen chair holding a phone low, thoroughly unbothered. LYDIA: Maybe he's suing us. Panel 4. Kitty leans toward her with delighted alarm. KITTY: Can he do that? Panel 5. Mary sits at the end of the table, headphones around her neck, delivering her verdict to nobody in particular. MARY: A closed door invites speculation. Panel 6. Lizzie alone at the far end of the table under the pendant lamp, both hands around a mug, hearing none of it.
画像の説明
Six panels. A closed living-room door, then the Bennet kitchen where Mrs. Bennet frets, Lydia jokes that Darcy is suing them, Kitty echoes her and Mary offers unrequested wisdom, while Lizzie sits apart with a mug, hearing none of it.
この話について
Lizzie comes home from the leafy lane engaged to the one man nobody in that house would believe she could want, and discovers the hardest part is not saying yes: it is being believed. Jane laughs, certain it is a joke, until the whole reordered story comes out in the dark of their bedroom, and asks the one question Lizzie has never let herself answer out loud. The next morning Darcy is at the front door in his charcoal overcoat asking, of all people, for her father. Behind a closed living-room door two men have a conversation Lizzie is not in, while her mother speculates about lawsuits and Mary offers wisdom nobody requested. Then it is her turn, and Mr. Bennet, dry and unbothered for twenty-two chapters, is not dry at all: he wants to know whether his sharpest daughter has sold herself to a rich man she cannot respect. So Lizzie tells him everything, including the part that was never hers to tell, and says the words she has never once said about anybody. Her father takes off his glasses. Downstairs, Mrs. Bennet goes silent for three unprecedented seconds before the house detonates, and the chapter closes where it opened: the same porch steps at golden hour, except she is not walking up them alone.