Miss Mary in Pride and Prejudice

From Mr. Darcy's words, Mary heard that the Leicester family has always relied on their own wealth to manipulate the politics and economy of Europe as they please. The Earl of Sturt is the most, but he rarely shows his face, and always likes to hide behind a certain royal noble or prince or minister who can be used to make suggestions, appearing mysterious.However, he is involved in almost all major events in the world today, whether it is supporting the army on an expedition to Africa, panning for gold in the Americas, developing the Suez Canal, or investing in the public bonds of small European countries, from which he has grabbed a lot of wealth. The proceeds from the castle and the Emerald Valley Manor are only a fraction of the earl's huge wealth, which he only uses to cultivate his body and mind. A large amount of his wealth comes from the emerging financial and manufacturing industries in Europe and the United Kingdom.He opened banks all over the world, engaged in securities, steel, coal, mining and other industries, and his influence penetrated into every corner of economic life in Europe, America and the colonies.

It was the first time for Elizabeth to know that the Earl of Leicester was running such a huge property, and she had a very interesting chat with Mr. Darcy, but she didn't know that Mary felt a lot of emotion after hearing this, and she thought she was an ignorant and useless person in his eyes. Woman, what qualifications do I have to stand side by side with such a strong man who manipulates the world in his hands?

The enthusiasm that had been ignited in her turned into a mass of ice cold, and even the hot tea in the cup was left with a bitter taste. Mary said sorry, and got up to go to the library, as she always did, Elizabeth. Didn't notice any difference in her.

Mary entered the library with mixed feelings and closed the door. Only in this place could she find peace of mind.She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the library, pressed her forehead against the glass, pondered for a long time about the words about the Earl of Leicester that she had just heard, and couldn't help feeling ashamed again.

After a long time, she calmed down a little, and looked out the window aimlessly, only to see a lawn as beautiful as green velvet extending along the mansion to the hillside, dotted with clumps of graceful jasmine trees , the stream in front of the gate turns here, flows through the wide area below the hillside, and then merges into an open water surface, reflecting the peaks and clouds like a mirror.The mountains in the distance complement the blue sky and blend into the sky.Mary felt better. A lot of pain is self-inflicted. Once you give up, the pain goes with it.

Just at this time, Mary suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the depths of the library. She was startled, and asked, "Who's there?" go back.She was a little worried that it was Mr. Austin Jr., because there were several times when Mr. Austin Jr. silently searched for out-of-print books in the middle of the bookshelf, so he might see himself frustrated and sad. Embarrassed.

But behind the bookshelf was not little Mr. Austen, but Lydia, who was scrambling on her knees stuffing something up her skirt, and there was a pile of old books in a mess on the floor.Mary asked in surprise: "Lydia, what are you doing here?" At this time, Lydia had already stood up from the ground, and she was perfunctory to her sister: "Oh, Mary, you scared me Big jump, I was bored, I came to look for a book to read, who knows that I have turned this place in a mess, and I forgot which shelf I took it off. Just in time for you to come, please return these books to the original place Take your seat." After she finished speaking, she patted the dust off her skirt and left.

Mary was a little angry and strange. Lydia was definitely not a scholar. Mary didn't believe a word of what she just said, but she couldn't figure out what Lydia was doing here. There are many rare books, but it is not easy to sell them for a few pounds to spend.

Mary squatted down and started sorting out the pile of books that Lydia had knocked over, and found something even stranger—those hardcover notebooks with lambskin covers were not ordinary books at all, but large notebooks of the Darcy family. On it are the diaries of the family heads of the past dynasties, which record in detail the entry and exit of property accounts and the list of gifts for communication.It was hard for Mary to imagine that Lydia would be interested in the records.In the end, she guessed that maybe Lydia was really bored, so she came in and rummaged through it.She sorted the notebooks on the original shelf according to the age, and found that the few books Lydia took down were not the notes of the current Mr. Darcy at all, but the diaries of Mr. Darcy's father and grandfather who had passed away long ago.She shrugged and quickly put the matter behind her.

After that incident happened later, Mary had blamed herself countless times for being so careless that it caused such evil results.But at that time, she really didn't have any bad suspicions. Who would have thought that someone would frame her own sister for profit?Many things can only be seen clearly when looking back.

But it turns out that she was too naive.Lydia left Pemberley that day without saying goodbye, as suddenly as she had come, and she did not appear until supper time. Elizabeth was a little worried, and sent for her, and those who looked for her soon came. Back, for Lydia was well and good in a little hotel in Lambertton, with her husband, Mr Wickham.Lydia refused to follow the servant who was looking for her back, but Mr. Wickham said that he had something important to talk to Mr. Darcy.

Everyone knows that Wickham is a bad, mean and shameless person, but this time he is really disgusting to the extreme.Mr. Darcy received him in the study, and Mr. Wickham asked Elizabeth to be present to listen to what he had to say, so Mary accompanied Elizabeth to the study for the sake of prudence.After they sat down on the chairs, Wickham, who had been standing in the middle of the ground with a smirk, made a shameless speech like a clown.

He looked around and said: "This place is more magnificent than before, and it is due to you, Elizabeth, my dear sister-in-law. I grew up here in my childhood, and in a sense, this is my home." , but others are always reminding me that the reason why I can freely enter and exit this building is because of the kindness of the host family, and I should be grateful to Dade for this. After growing up a little, I used to resent, why did I Not the young master here, why do I have no wealth, no power, although I am no worse than you in everything, Darcy."

Mr. Darcy replied coldly, "Because you are not worthy."

Mr. Wickham laughed and said: "I used to think so, but just today, I understand that sometimes, God doesn't give me what I want, not because I don't deserve it, but because I deserve better. ’” There was a strange certainty in his words, a teasing of deep malice that made Mary shudder.

Everyone stared at Mr. Wickham indifferently, so Wickham shrugged his shoulders and said, "Well, since people here are so lacking in sense of humor and curiosity, let me get down to business - I'm here today to recognize Mr. Dear ancestry, my dear brother, Mr. Darcy, how could you imagine that one day you will find out that you and the humble me are half brothers?"

Even if a thunderbolt fell out of thin air, it wouldn't be so shocking. Mr. Darcy's eyes were deep and his expression was serious. He didn't make a sound for a long time. After a long time, he asked cautiously: "Your unreasonable treatment of my father?" Accusation is a vicious act of slander, and are you implying that my father had an affair with your dissolute mother, by which he deceived his most trusted friend and housekeeper?"

Mr. Wickham smiled viciously and said: "You understand very well. I am the product of your pious father's affair with his housekeeper's wife. It is ironic, Mr. Darcy. Oh, no, it is my brother. "He laughed triumphantly.

Elizabeth couldn't bear it and shouted: "Do you have any evidence? No one will believe you in such nonsense. You just achieve your evil purpose by slandering old Mr. Darcy's character, don't you?" It worked."

But Mr. Wickham took out a yellowed letter from his pocket: "Don't worry, my dear aunt, or my dear sister-in-law, take a look at this letter, it is written by old Mr. Darcy. A letter to my mother, which clearly admitted that I was his child, and promised that my mother would definitely arrange my future. Well, at that time, my mother had just given birth to me, and she had a quarrel with my nominal housekeeper father Turned over, she had to go away alone, but before she left, she found a safe place to store this precious letter." He pouted at Mr. Darcy jokingly, "It's your favorite library Darcy, she put this letter in the old master's accounting book on file, is there any safer place than that?"

Mr. Darcy's face turned pale, and Wickham stared at him with a happy and cruel smile: "Think about it, how did old Darcy treat me back then? Didn't he love me like his own son? Didn’t he send me to college and let me receive an education that can only be received by gentlemen? Didn’t he mention me in his will and let you ensure that I have no worries for my life? Why was he so kind to me? People say that he is thanking my housekeeper father for his years of faithful service, and now I understand—I am his own son, isn’t this reason more convincing?”

Mr. Darcy was silent for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "How did you know this? Don't tell me that you had such suspicions before. According to your character, if there are any traces of suspicion, you will definitely make a fuss." It is known to all the world.”

Mr. Wickham smiled sarcastically: "My good brother knows me best--I did know it recently. My mother who ran away from home and went to America died of illness, but before she died, she wrote to me A tear-jerking long letter, telling me the truth, and telling me where she hid this evidence."

Mary interrupted suddenly: "So you forced Lydia to lie and sneak in and steal the letter, didn't you? I saw her rummaging in the library this morning, but I never thought of her." would do something like this."

Wickham laughed jokingly: "Thank you, Mary, but I didn't force Lydia, on the contrary, she gave me the whole idea, you can't imagine how actively she asked to find this Evidence, and only she can do this, after all, Darcy, we are not only brothers-in-law, but brothers."

Elizabeth seemed overwhelmed by the sudden news, and she sank motionless in the armchair, too shocked to speak a word.

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