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What Jane Austen Didn’t Tell Us!
The Backstories of the Characters
in Pride and Prejudice
Conceived and Edited by:
Linda Dennery, Gene Gill, Bill McCay,
Linda Pedro, and Rosemarie Santini
WHAT JANE AUSTEN DIDN’T TELL US! © 2017 by the Austen Alliance: Linda Lieberman Dennery, Gene Crum Gill, William Anthony McCay, Linda Carol Pedro, Rosemarie Santini
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First printing, 2017
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Introduction
WHAT JANE AUSTEN DIDN’T TELL US! is not a novel—rather, we present seventeen portraits of Pride and Prejudice characters with their own motivations, complexities and conflicts, victories and defeats, comic and even tragic elements, before they appear in the classic tale.
Why did we write this book?
Because the characters Austen created are real to her readers. We’ve read what happens to them in the novel and want to know more about them—to understand what made these beloved characters who they are as the curtain rises in the drawing room at Longbourn.
So many questions to answer!
Was Fitzwilliam Darcy a quiet child, or could he have been a chatty, fun-loving boy? How did the proud Darcy become friends with Charles Bingley, the son of a tradesman? What kind of childhood upbringing could produce an awkward, fawning figure as the Reverend Collins? Or his opposite, the imperious Lady Catherine de Bourgh? Jane Austen didn’t tell us these things ... With great reverence for her artistry, we’ve attempted to imagine them. Please turn the page and enjoy our efforts.
Editorial Note
While this book is meant for the enjoyment of the general reader, a few items of Austen scholarship have crept in. Perhaps the most notable is the spelling on the name of the Bennet sisters’ aunt, Catherine Philips. When Pride and Prejudice was first published in 1813, the name was spelled “Phillips” and has remained so in most subsequent editions. However, there is strong evidence that Austen had actually used “Philips,” which led the renowned scholar R.W. Chapman to follow that spelling in the definitive Oxford Illustrated Jane Austen six-volume collection. As an editorial decision, we attempted to honor the author’s original intention in this matter.
There was also a question of how to base the dates used in our reconstructions of the characters’ lives. A first draft of Pride and Prejudice, then titled First Impressions, was offered for publication in 1797 and declined. For purposes of our collection, the action of the novel begins shortly before Michaelmas (September 29) of 1813, the year Pride and Prejudice was first published. At the time, Michaelmas was one of the days used to mark the quarters of the financial year, and would serve as the starting date for the lease of a property—such as Netherfield Park.
Please know if any details turn out to diverge from the historical track, it is not from lack of diligence but from honest mistakes by the authors and editors.
Elizabeth Bennet
by the Editors and Meg Levin
They are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters.
—Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Miss Elizabeth Bennet, her petticoats six inches deep in mud, pulled the wriggling piglet away from her eleven siblings busy nuzzling Bessie, Mr. Bennet’s prize Berkshire sow. Leaning forward, she reached for Bessie’s left ear. Surely, now she was almost three and a half, Nurse must help her conjure a beautiful silk purse for Mama. Bessie seemed to have no objection, and Nurse was the wisest person in the whole world, except for Papa.
Unfortunately, the piglet shoved itself underfoot, sending Elizabeth into a tumble. Her older sister Jane arrived just in time to scream at the apparition rising from the muck. Nurse hurried to the scene to find one child tear-stained yet spotless—and the other covered in a thick coating of mud.
Hurriedly cleaned but still smelling strongly of pig-wallow, Elizabeth tried to explain things to her parents. Mama may like Jane best, she thought. But once she hears about my wonderful gift ...
However, Elizabeth was doomed to disappointment once again. Mrs. Bennet found the exploits of her second-born inexplicable, almost as maddening as the roar of laughter from her husband as he heard the tale. Nurse, however, smiled in relief. That laughter was the first natural sound to come from the master in many weeks.
The house had been strangely silent since the birth of Baby Catherine, known as Kitty. Despite the safe delivery, her mistress, ordinarily so voluble, remained preoccupied and distracted. This baby brought no joy to Longbourn, except for Jane, who loved peeping into the cradle to smile and coo at her. Elizabeth found the infant dull company. And hearing her father complain about the new arrival and the lack of an heir made Elizabeth worry: If Papa does not like Kitty, should I?
On one of her father’s rare visits to the nursery, he paused for a moment and said, “My dear Mrs. Bennet, what a smiling picture you make in your white gown, dandling your newest darling on your knee while our eldest gazes on in raptures. You quite put me in mind of Mr. Romney’s Countess of Warwick and her Children—but exceeding them in beauty.”
Then he scooped up Elizabeth from where she was playing on the floor. “But so much perfection is not for the likes of us, eh, Lizzy?” Ruffling her hair as he led her away, he added with a chuckle, “We are better suited to Bessie and the stables.”
Holding onto his strong hand, Elizabeth thought: Does Papa not think that I am pretty, too?
But when he hoisted her up in front of him on his favorite bay, she forgot her complaint as Orion became the shared throne from which they together surveyed the magical landmarks of their kingdom.
Mr. Bennet spoke to his daughter as they rode: “Look, Lizzy, that field is planted with wheat. Here is the blacksmith’s shop. Over there is Abel Smyth’s farmhouse.”
“Faster,