Para el crítico invitado: que me encantaría traducir esta texto escrito de español, pero mis conocimientos de español son débiles. No sé formal y anticuado español así que creo que algo se pierde en la traducción.
"Elizabeth, are you alright?" Darcy asked as he burst into her bedchamber. "Mrs. Reynolds said that you had suddenly taken ill. Have you see the doctor? Should I send a manservant to fetch him?"
"Fitzwilliam, look at me," she said grabbing his arm, "I am fine. There is no need to see a doctor."
"Will you tell me what happened?" he said sitting beside her on the bed.
"It was nothing. I went to join the ladies in the parlor when the smell of the fresh cut flowers overwhelmed my senses and I lost my breakfast."
"I will see to it that no flowers be placed in any of the rooms," he said stroking her arm.
"Fitzwilliam," she said softly as she squeezed his hand reassuringly, "that is not necessary. Just because I do not like the smell does not mean that others cannot enjoy them."
"I do not like to see you ill. I will see to it that all strong smelling flowers are removed from the house. I insist upon it."
"Very well. Will you ring the bell for my maid? I wish to dress for dinner."
"Are you sure that you are fit to come down for dinner?" he asked with concern.
"Yes. I feel fine. I am starving, come to think of it. I missed lunch."
"Then I shall ring the bell at once."
She dressed for dinner in one of her new gowns, made specifically to accommodate the many changes to her body during pregnancy. It was a lovely lilac gown that accentuated her ample bosom. Fitzwilliam accompanied her down the stairs into the dining room. All the guests were already there. Elizabeth was particularly surprised to see Lydia at dinner.
"Mrs. Wickham, it is nice to see you in company tonight," she said as she sat down.
"Well, I was so bored in my chambers. Up North, there is not enough company to keep me entertained so it would be silly to pass up a chance at company now. Many of the officers are unmarried so there aren't enough ladies for companions. It is nice to be in the company of ladies again."
"Well," said Jane, "we are so pleased to see you out of your chambers. It is lovely to see you."
Dinner continued without incident. Both Darcy and Elizabeth did not fail to notice the increased intimacy between Caroline and Lydia. They seemed as though they would be the least likely of friends, but apparently they had reached a new level of intimacy at some point during the visit.
When the sexes separated after dinner, Lydia was keen to hear all about Lizzy's pregnancy. She had numerous questions for her.
"When did you first find out that you were with child? When did you first start to suspect it?" she asked.
"Lydia," Jane started, "do you suspect that you could be with child? Is that why you are asking?"
"There is always a possibility," she said with a grin, "now Lizzy, please answer my questions. I am exceedingly curious."
"Well, Mrs. Wickham, I began to be suspicious in the winter. You have to be aware of the changes in your body. The biggest sign is always a missed bleeding but you can see the physical changes to your body and then there is the sickness in the mornings."
"La! How fascinating! I must know everything. You took suddenly ill today, does that happen often?"
"On occasion. Mostly I just feel tired or achy. The morning sickness is mostly over now that I am further into my pregnancy."
"Oh you must be so excited. I know that I most certainly would be if I were with child so soon into my marriage. You must tell me how often you fulfilled your marital duties to be blessed so quickly."
"Lydia! I have indulged your questions, but this is too far. You need to behave with more decorum. That is not ladylike. You are not behaving like a lady. There are unmarried ladies in this room. If you are to spend time in my home, you will act like a lady, or at least make some effort to do so."
"That is no way to talk to a guest, Mrs. Darcy," Lydia huffed.
"You may be a guest in my home, but you are an uninvited guest. You need to learn how to behave yourself." She was standing now and angry, angrier than she had been since before her marriage.
"What's all this fuss about?" Mr. Bingley asked as the gentlemen came through.
"It is nothing," said Jane, "merely a conversation taken too far."
"Well," Bingley grinned, "what were you speaking of? Perhaps we could settle the matter."
"Thank you for your offer, but it is nothing. We were merely speaking of feminine concerns."
"Well then," he said, "now shall we play a card game?"
"Let's" said Elizabeth as she shot a glare at Lydia, silently willing her to behave in front of the gentlemen.
After a few founds of cards, everyone began to yawn. They decided to retire for the evening.
When Elizabeth got to her chambers, she rang for her maid at once. As she was undressed by her maid and helped into her nightclothes, she told Fitzwilliam of her suspicious.
"I believe that something is not right with Lydia."
"Is that what the argument was about when we walked in?"
"Yes. She was asking increasingly personal questions about our coming baby, even how it was made." As she finished dressing, she dismissed her maid and crawled into bed with her husband.
"That is not something that should be spoken about in company, particularly in the company of unmarried ladies."
"I told her as much. She needs to learn how to behave like a lady. While marriage has tamed her in small ways, she is still the same child that ran off with Wickham."
"Fear not, let us hope she will be gone soon. At least she has not talked of her husband in front of Georgiana, has see?"
"Luckily she has not. Although something is not right with her behavior."
"I have sensed that something is going on between her and Miss. Bingley, which can only lead to trouble."
"They were too friendly with each other. It must have happened between when I took ill today and dinner. They talked too much at dinner and perhaps what is most shocking is that when Lydia was breaking decorum and asking how often we are intimate, Miss Bingley was silent."
"Under normal circumstances, she would be the first to protest any and all breaches of decorum."
"Something is happening and I do not like it."
"Perhaps I shall ask Bingley to speak to her."
"Not yet. I wish to observe a bit more. I would like to find out more about what is going on. This is my home and I am more than capable of dealing with Miss. Bingley and my sister."
"I know you can," he said pressing a kiss to her temple, "but I want to make your life as easy as I possibly can."