Miss Bingley’s letter had arrived long ago, and put an end to any doubt. The Bingleys were settling in London for the long winter, without any assurance of a return. Elizabeth had already done her part in comforting her sister, to which both informally agreed from that time on that Mr. Bingley’s name was to be scarcely ever mentioned between them. It seemed that the time to move on from the powerful and handsome Charles Bingley had arrived, however Mrs. Bennett still continued to wonder and repine at his returning no more, and seldom a day passed in which she did not wonder about the possibility of his return. Jane related to Elizabeth the next day of what she had heard from Mrs. Bennett’s conference with Mr. Bennet. “Oh Lizzy, if only my mother had more command over herself; she has no idea of the pain she brings me by her continual reflections on Mr. Bingley. It cannot last long, I don’t think I can bear hearing about that man much more!””My dear Jane” exclaimed Elizabeth, “If uneasiness is what you feel, then by all means resolve any conflict necessary to get rid of such trouble”Jane stood standing near the far-side of the room, clearly concerned with the situation at hand. She took a long breath and responded, “Nonsense, Lizzy. With time all will be better. Mr. Bingley may live in my memory as the most amiable man of my acquaintance, but that is all. Soon enough my dear mother will accept the fate of our relationship just as I have begun to do.” With a stronger voice she soon added, “I hold this comfort immediately, that it has not been more than an error of fancy on my mothers side, but rather my very own.” Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice the distress that her sister was experiencing, but she knew she could not oppose such a wish.A day or two passed with little conversation between Mrs. Bennet and her eldest daughter. The time seemed to arrive once Mrs. Bennet entered the drawing room, where Jane sat taking interest with a needle point. Mrs. Bennet had been in and out of each room all day, dusting every object in the house as if she was expecting prominent visitors. “Oh Jane!” She cried, “Would you mind helping me clean up this mess? I just can’t stand having the house look like this with the possibility of them arriving! Please help our house look more desirable!” “Mother, if you don’t mind me asking, who do you expect a visit from? I don’t see who could possibly pay our family a visit on a day such as this.””Why Jane, have you hit your head? By visitors I mean the handsome Mr. Bennet of course. If you wish to marry him than you must always be prepared for an unexpected visit! Now help me place this embroidery aside.””Mother, do you not recall of the recent information of Mr. Bingley’s departure?””Oh Jane, I do! But does that dispose the prospect of an unexpected visit from Mr. Bingley? Of course not!””But mother, you must be mistaken. Miss Bingley said explicitly in her last letter that Mr. Bingley will remain in London all winter, likely without a return to Netherfield.””Oh please, Jane! I hope you understand that certain circumstances can be altered! I cannot see that London has any great advantage over Netherfield for my part, except the shops and public places. For all we know, Mr. Bingley could be on his way back from London as we speak! Now, you must go and make yourself agreeable.””I beg your pardon mother, but Miss Bingley’s previous letter has confirmed Mr. Bingley’s intentions to remain in London. “With a stronger voice she soon added, “To oblige you, I would try to believe almost anything, but no one else could be benefited by a such a belief as this; Mr. Bingley may live in memory as the most amiable man of my past, but that is all!”Jane’s complexion seemed to embody a sense of confusion, as her cheeks turned to a soft pink. Jane remained silent until hurrying off as if eager to escape from Mrs. Bennett’s civilities. Mrs. Bennet stood still with a duster in hand, standing in silence until she took notice of Elizabeth’s sudden presence in the room.”Why Lizzy, how can I help fix this matter? The one wish I hold dearly for my daughters is to marry a single man of large fortune, four or five thousand a year! What a fine thing it would be for Jane!””Mother, don’t give way to such gloomy thoughts. Let us hope for better things in the future.”This was not very consoling to Mrs. Bennett, as instead of making any answer, she carried on with her dusting.