Chapter Twelve
Mr. Bingley could scarce contain his excitement.
His sisters were not at all interested in Netherfield Park; Mr. Hurst lazily wondered if there was sport to be had, a question which Mr. Bingley did not answer.
Of course there would be shooting; this was the country, after all, but Mr. Bingley certainly did not want to encourage Hurst to accompany him.
And of what importance was shooting compared with the overall goal of learning to manage an estate? He could only shake his head at Hurst.
He poured out his excitement to the one person he thought would understand.
Darcy,
I have leased Netherfield Park! It is perfect in all respects! The owner lives abroad, but expects to move back to England at some point, and thus is insistent that the property be maintained and the servants employed so that it is ready for his eventual return. Is that not everything excellent?!
Here is the thing, though, Darcy. I know nothing whatever about managing an estate, and scarce knew what questions to put to the tenants. Happily, Mr. Stanley spoke for me, so I did not look as much the fool as I felt.
I know how busy you are at Pemberley, but might you not come and help me?
You will recall that you promised me your support in this regard, but it was some time ago, and I will understand if you are unable to assist me.
I know that I have already imposed myself upon you by asking you to recommend an estate to me, and I know that I am now imposing again, but - well, what am I to do?
I plan to take possession just before Michaelmas; do let me know if I may expect you!
I must tell you that the Hursts and Caroline will not join me; they prefer to stay in London. Apparently, the country is too dirty to suit them. I would ask if you have ever heard anything so absurd, but I shall not bother.
Bingley