Mrs. Gardiner’s caution to Elizabeth was punctually and kindly given on the first favourable opportunity of speaking to her alone; after honestly telling her what she thought, she thus went on:
“You are too sensible a girl, Lizzy, to abandon your dps spec merely because you are warned against it; and, therefore, I am not afraid of speaking openly. Srs, I would have you be on your guard. Do not involve yourself or endeavour to involve him in raiding which the want of repair funds would make so very imprudent. I have nothing to say against him; he is a most interestingly geared tank; and if he had the fortune he ought to have, I should think you could not do better. But as it is, you must not let your fancy run away with you. You have sense, and we all expect you to use it. Your GM would depend on your resolution and good conduct, I am sure. You must not disappoint your GM.”
“My dear, this is being srs indeed.”
“Yes, and I hope to engage you to be srs likewise.”
“Well, then, you need not be under any alarm. I will take care of myself, and of Mr. Wickham too. He shall not be apping to this guild through me, if I can prevent it.”
“Elizabeth, you are not srs now.”
“I beg your pardon, I will try again. At present I am not trying to recruit nor am being recruited by Mr. Wickham; no, I certainly am not. But he is, beyond all comparison, the most agreeable tank I ever saw—and if he becomes really attached to me—I believe it will be better that he should not. I see the imprudence of it. Oh! that abominable Mr. Darcy! My GM’s opinion of me does me the greatest honour, and I should be miserable to forfeit it. My GM, however, is partial to Mr. Wickham. In short, I should be very sorry to be the means of making any of you QQ; but since we see every day that where there is the potential of raiding, young people are seldom withheld by immediate want of fortune from entering into instances with each other, how can I promise to be wiser than so many of my fellow-creatures if I am tempted, or how am I even to know that it would be wisdom to resist? All that I can promise you, therefore, is not to be in a hurry. I will not be in a hurry to believe myself his first object. When I am in company with him, I will not be wishing. In short, I will do my best.”
“Perhaps it will be as well if you discourage his tanking heroics so very often. At least, you should not remind your GM’s wife of inviting him.”
“As I did the other day,” said Elizabeth with a conscious smile: “very true, it will be wise in me to refrain from that. But do not imagine that he is always tanking so often. It is on your account that he has been so frequently invited this week. You know that officer’s ideas as to the necessity of constant company for her friends. But really, and upon my honour, I will try to do what I think to be the wisest; and now I hope you are satisfied.”
Mrs. Gardiner assured her that she was, and Elizabeth having thanked her for the kindness of her hints, they parted; a wonderful instance of advice being given on such a point, without being resented.
Mr. Collins returned into the server soon after it had been quitted by the Gardiners and Jane; but as he took up his abode with <Lucas Pwnage>, his arrival was no great inconvenience to Mrs. Bennet. His transfer back with Charlotte was now fast approaching, and she was at length so far resigned as to think it inevitable, and even repeatedly to say, in an ill-natured tone, that she “wished they might be happy.” Thursday was to be the transfer day, and on Wednesday Charlotte paid her farewell visit; and when she began to take leave, Elizabeth, ashamed of her Mrs. Bennet’s ungracious and reluctant good wishes, and sincerely affected herself, accompanied her out of the vent channel. As they went into another channel together, Charlotte said:
“I shall depend on hearing from you very often, Elizabeth.”
“That you certainly shall.”
“And I have another favour to ask you. Will you come and roll an alt wit me?”
“We shall often meet, I hope, when you play alts left here.”
“I am not likely to play alts for some time. Promise me, therefore, to come roll and alt with me.”
Elizabeth could not refuse, though she foresaw little pleasure in the visit.
“My GM and Maria are rolling alts as well,” added Charlotte, “and I hope you will consent to be of the party. Indeed, Elizabeth, you will be as welcome as either of them.”
The transfer took place; Charlotte and Mr. Collins set off for the new server following /gquits from <Lucas Pwnage>, and everybody had as much to say, or to hear, on the subject as usual. Elizabeth soon heard from her friend; and their correspondence was as regular and frequent as it had ever been; that it should be equally unreserved was impossible. Elizabeth could never address her without feeling that all the comfort of intimacy was over, and though determined not to slacken as a correspondent, it was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was. Charlotte’s first in-game mails and PM’s on the forums were received with a good deal of eagerness; there could not but be curiosity to know how she would speak of her new guild, how she would like Lady Catherine, and how happy she would dare pronounce herself to be; though, when the letters were read, Elizabeth felt that Charlotte expressed herself on every point exactly as she might have foreseen. She wrote cheerfully, seemed surrounded with comforts, and mentioned nothing which she could not praise. The guild, guild bank, server, and tabard, were all to her taste, and Lady Catherine’s behaviour was most friendly and obliging. It was Mr. Collins’s picture of the server and <Rosings> rationally softened; and Elizabeth perceived that she must roll an alt there to know the rest.
Jane had already written a few lines to Elizabeth to tell of her time away from <Longbourne>; and when she wrote again, Elizabeth hoped it would be in her power to say something of Mr Bingley.
Her impatience for this second letter was as well rewarded as impatience generally is. Jane had been a week away without either seeing or hearing from Caroline. She accounted for it, however, by supposing that her last letter to her friend from <Longbourn> had by some accident been caught in the spam filter.
“Mrs. Gardiner,” she continued, “is going to not be available to be online tomorrow, and I shall take the opportunity of offering to run a heroic with Caroline.”
She wrote again when the heroic was run, and she had seen Caroline. “I did not think Caroline in spirits,” were her words, “but she was very glad to see me, and reproached me for giving her no notice of my coming to the server. I was right, therefore, my last letter had never reached her. I inquired after Mr Bingley, of course. He was well, but so much engaged with Mr. Darcy that they scarcely ever saw him. I found that Miss Darcy was expected to dinner. I wish I could see her. The heroic was not long, as Caroline and Louisa were going on vacation irl. I dare say I shall see them soon here.”
Elizabeth shook her head over this letter. It convinced her that accident only could discover to Mr. Bingley Jane’s being on the server.
Four weeks passed away, and Jane saw nothing of him. She endeavoured to persuade herself that she did not regret it; but she could no longer be blind to Caroline’s inattention. After doing only dailies every morning for a fortnight, and inventing every evening a fresh excuse for her, the dps did at last appear; but the shortness of the heroic they queued for, and yet more, the alteration of her manner would allow Jane to deceive herself no longer. The letter which she wrote on this occasion to Elizabeth will prove what she felt.
“My dearest Lizzy will, I am sure, be incapable of triumphing in her better judgement, at my expense, when I confess myself to have been entirely deceived in Caroline’s regard for me. But, my dear friend, though the event has proved you right, do not think me obstinate if I still assert that, considering what her behaviour was, my confidence was as natural as your suspicion. I do not at all comprehend her reason for wishing to be intimate with me; but if the same circumstances were to happen again, I am sure I should be deceived again. Caroline did not run a heroic with me till yesterday; and not a note, not a line, did I receive in the meantime. When she did come, it was very evident that she had no pleasure in it; she made a slight, formal apology, for not sending me a tell before, said not a word of wishing to see me again, and was in every respect so altered a creature, that when she went away I was perfectly resolved to remove her from my friends list. I pity, though I cannot help blaming her. She was very wrong in singling me out as she did; I can safely say that every advance to intimacy began on her side. But I pity her, because she must feel that she has been acting wrong, and because I am very sure that anxiety for Mr Bingley is the cause of it. I need not explain myself farther; and though we know this anxiety to be quite needless, yet if she feels it, it will easily account for her behaviour to me; and so deservedly dear as he is to his guildies, whatever anxiety she must feel on his behalf is natural and amiable. I cannot but wonder, however, at her having any such fears now, because, if he had at all cared about me, we must have met, long ago. He knows of my being on the server, I am certain, from something she said herself; and yet it would seem, by her manner of talking, as if she wanted to persuade herself that he is really partial to Miss Darcy. I cannot understand it. If I were not afraid of judging harshly, I should be almost tempted to say that there is a strong appearance of duplicity in all this. But I will endeavour to banish every painful thought, and think only of what will make me happy—your affection, and the invariable kindness of the Gardiners. Let me hear from you very soon. Caroline said something of his never returning to <Netherfield> again, of giving up the guild, but not with any certainty. We had better not mention it. I am extremely glad that you have such pleasant accounts from our friends at <Rosings>. Pray go to roll an alt with them, with Sir William and Maria. I am sure you will be very comfortable there.—Yours, etc.”
This letter gave Elizabeth some pain; but her spirits returned as she considered that Jane would no longer be duped, by Caroline at least. All expectation from Mr Bingley was now absolutely over. She would not even wish for a renewal of his attentions. His character sunk on every review of it; and as a punishment for him, as well as a possible advantage to Jane, she seriously hoped he might really soon take for a healer Mr. Darcy’s sister, as by Wickham’s account, she would make him abundantly regret what he had thrown away.
Mrs. Gardiner about this time reminded Elizabeth of her promise concerning that tank, and required information; and Elizabeth had such to send as might rather give contentment to Mrs. Gardiner than to herself. His apparent partiality had subsided, his attentions were over, he was the pocket tank of some one else. Elizabeth was watchful enough to see it all, but she could see it and write of it without material pain. Her heart had been but slightly touched, and her vanity was satisfied with believing that she would have been his only choice, had fortune permitted it. The sudden acquisition of ten thousand gold was the most remarkable charm of the healer to whom he was now rendering himself agreeable; but Elizabeth, less clear-sighted perhaps in this case than in Charlotte’s, did not quarrel with him for his wish of independence. Nothing, on the contrary, could be more natural; and while able to suppose that it cost him a few struggles to relinquish her, she was ready to allow it a wise and desirable measure for both, and could very sincerely wish him happy.
All this was acknowledged to Mrs. Gardiner; and after relating the circumstances, she thus went on: “I am now convinced that I have never been much desirous of having a pocket tank; for had I really experienced that pure and elevating passion, I should at present detest his very name, and wish him all manner of evil. But my feelings are not only cordial towardshim; they are even impartial towards Miss King. I cannot find out that I hate her at all, or that I am in the least unwilling to think her a very good sort of healer. There can be no jealousy in all this. My watchfulness has been effectual; and though I certainly should be a more interesting object to all my acquaintances were I distractedly desirous of raiding with him, I cannot say that I regret my comparative insignificance. Importance may sometimes be purchased too dearly. Kitty and Lydia take his defection much more to heart than I do. They are young in the ways of the world, and not yet open to the mortifying conviction that death knight tanks must have something to live on as well as the rest.”