Miss Mary in Pride and Prejudice

The Earl of Leicester, who hadn't seen his face for a long time, came in with the voice.He walked in with big strides, and the corner of his eyes glanced at Mary, and Mary felt that he seemed to be smiling towards her with his mouth curled up. Her heart suddenly felt full of strength, and the seemingly hopeless situation in front of her could also be reversed.

Everyone looked at Earl Leicester in surprise, and Mr. Modi asked hesitantly: "Earl Leicester, what evidence can you provide?" Mr. Wickham stared at the Earl warily, like a bird Sensing the danger of the fox, he arched his back, puffed up his fur, and was ready to flee at any time, but he obviously knew the power of the Earl of Leicester, so he didn't dare to protest publicly.

The Earl of Leicester greeted the Darcys briefly, and then said to Mr. Moody: "I have irrefutable evidence that Mr. Wickham has no power over the property of the Pemberley and Darcy families." John finally couldn't help shouting: "Nonsense, do you think you can do whatever you want because you have power? This letter in my hand definitely proves my origin."

The Earl of Leicester said contemptuously: "But you have overlooked another possibility, that is, old Mr. Darcy was deceived. He thought you were his son, so he wrote this letter and promised your mother to bear the burden." The right to bring up and educate you. But I thought of another possibility, that is, your mother is a liar, a liar, and she can be unfaithful to her husband, and it is obviously very likely that she has more than one lover." Oh Well, this kind of talk is enough to make any lady faint, but the matter is so important that Mary doesn't want to be pretentious, and withdraws as if her ears are stained, she listens nervously.

Mr. Wickham was so angry that his facial features were deformed, and his handsome face became extremely ugly.He gasped hissingly and said, "There is no evidence for what you say, do you have any evidence?"

The Earl of Leicester replied firmly: "Of course, the evidence is right outside the door. I brought a witness." He snapped his fingers, and his valet walked in with a fancy-dressed and down-and-out old man .The man was wearing a tweed jacket popular in the Americas. The fedora hat on his head was originally of good texture, but the hem had been frayed. His face was engraved with traces of time. The wisdom and open-mindedness that have passed away and settled down are poor and wretched, which is tiresome.

The Earl of Leicester said softly: "Please allow me to introduce you, Mr. Wickham, this is your biological father - Mr. Stewart." Wickham roared angrily, and rushed towards Earl Leicester , mixed with Lydia's screams, there was a brief chaos in the study, but with the joint efforts of the Earl of Leicester, Mr. Darcy and several servants, Mr. Wickham soon regained his senses and sat down. Panting heavily in the chair, two buttons of his clothes were torn off, and his hair was disheveled. At this time, everyone looked at Mr. Wickham's face carefully, and found that he was indeed the old man brought by the Earl of Leicester. Anyone can tell at a glance that these two people have a close blood relationship.

The old man, who had skilfully concealed himself to safety during the brief confusion, came out, looked at Mr. Wickham with a sort of schadenfreude, and spoke, his voice echoing that of Mr. Wickham's. Approximate, only incidentally muddy: "I saw it at a glance, you are my son. Alice and I named you Robert, the same name as mine, and she had to send you after that fool old Wickham Excuse me, let your surname be Wickham. Then she ran away with me to live a happy life, but we were too busy to take you away. But she deliberately set a trap for you to live better. Let the master here, Mr. Darcy, old, think that he is drunk and sexual, and sleep with her, and you will live like a real young master..."

Wickham did not wait for the old man to finish speaking, and raged at him for nonsense, and recklessly attacked the Earl of Leicester who had bought the rascal to frame him, but the Earl of Leicester sideways at him indifferently, and when he had finished venting, The earl took out a stack of parchment and said: "When Mrs. Alice Wickham was living in Naples, Italy, she bragged to her friends countless times how she deceived the good old Mr. Darcy. No less than seven people heard She repeated the same thing over and over again, and it was written under the witness of the priests, who were willing to testify under oath in court."

Wickham grabbed those parchments furiously and flipped through them one by one. Finally, he finally realized that the wealth within his reach had slipped through his fingers again.But he said unwillingly: "Well, I admit this fact, but the fact can't cover up that old Darcy had an affair with my mother. If I don't give me some compensation, I will publicize this matter to everyone. Know……"

The Earl of Leicester said coldly: "If that's the case, it is indeed Pemberley's misfortune, but I can assure you, Mr. Wickham, your fate will never be good. I will let you go to prison for defamation." It's rotten inside. Believe me, I'm telling the truth and I'm not threatening you."

Lydia screamed: "Oh, no, Wickham, let's go. Don't fight them." Wickham broke free from Lydia's entanglement, stared at the Earl of Leicester, and said, "Okay , okay. I’ll just admit defeat. But you have to give me something to keep my mouth shut.”

The Earl of Leicester smiled contemptuously and replied: "The benefit I give you is to forget you as a person from now on. Please believe me, if you let me remember you all the time, it is definitely not something you should be grateful for. So I suggest you might as well Make a good confession to Mr. Darcy, and perhaps the good gentleman will give you a few quid to save you from being cornered by creditors."

Wickham flinched: "You really know everything."

"I don't take this as a compliment, especially if you say it out of someone like you." Earl Leicester turned his head and left the study first, Elizabeth followed closely behind, and asked him to sit in the living room, while Mr. Darcy stayed Negotiate with the Wickhams about the follow-up.It was to be expected that Wickham would always be able to obtain a sum of money to sell to Pembbury the letter which old Mr. Darcy had scribbled off in a moment of confusion.This matter was settled soon, and Lydia didn't even dare to say hello to Elizabeth, so she left in despair with Wickham. One more word.

Mr. Modi was very happy that the matter had been resolved satisfactorily. After congratulating Mr. Darcy a few words, he also left.Mr. Darcy came into the living room, Elizabeth stretched out his hand excitedly to him, Darcy took her hand and bowed his head to kiss.The scene was so touching that Mary couldn't help wiping the corners of her eyes again with her handkerchief.

Then Elizabeth turned to the Earl of Leicester again, and said, "Mr. Earl, I don't know how to express my gratitude. I don't even know how you, who are far away in a foreign country, know this unfortunate news. You came all the way to save us. But please accept my sincerest thanks, you wouldn't know that just now, I felt I was standing on the edge of a cliff, doomed, and it was you who saved me and us. It's not about the money, you know, when that villain threatened Darcy, threatened Pemberley, I felt myself sinking into the abyss of crime..."

She was so excited that she suddenly passed out.Everyone was in a hurry, Mary went to find the smelling salt bottle, and Mr. Darcy picked up Elizabeth and sent her back to the upstairs bedroom.Soon, the doctor was also invited, and Mr. Darcy saw that Elizabeth had woken up and knew that she was fine, so he went downstairs to see the earl, and expressed his gratitude to him as the master of Pemberley.

You must know that a proud person like Mr. Darcy will not owe others easily, but once you get his friendship, it is a life-and-death friend that you can trust for life.The Earl of Leicester undoubtedly valued Mr. Darcy very much, so he very sincerely expressed his importance to Mr. Darcy's friendship, and explained the ins and outs of his trip.

It turned out that when Mary sent the letter of appeal to Leicester Manor, the Earl of Leicester was dealing with some matters in Paris, and his well-trained butler immediately delivered the letter to him as quickly as possible.After the earl received the letter, he fully mobilized his contacts and connections around the world, quickly figured out the ins and outs of the matter, and successfully found Robert Stewart, who fled to France because he offended the Italian mafia and was in the red light district of Paris. gentlemen.The earl thought that he provided protection in exchange for him to reveal Wickham's true face and return the old Mr. Darcy's innocence.

Mr. Darcy said with emotion: "Only in times of adversity can one make true friends. Wickham and I grew up together. I never thought he would hate me so much."

The Earl of Leicester smiled and said: "I think this may not be hatred, but another stronger emotion—jealousy, Mr. Darcy, you know, jealousy is a person's heartfelt affection for another person. One person's greatest recognition." The two of them laughed knowingly.

Mr. Darcy has been full of worries and troubles for a long time, and he has not been so happy for a long time. However, he does not know that there is another news that makes him more happy. This news is brought by Mary.

Mary came downstairs with a happy face, and reported the doctor's diagnosis to Mr. Darcy - Mrs. Darcy was in good health, and the reason for her fainting was that she was pregnant.

Mr. Darcy couldn't believe his ears. He squeezed Mary's hand tightly in ecstasy, and happily accepted the blessing of the Earl of Leicester. The good news goes.

Only Mary and the Earl of Leicester were left downstairs, and Mary couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but when the Earl said goodbye to her succinctly, saying that he had to rush back to Paris to finish the business that had not been dealt with before, she remembered that she I really should express my sincere gratitude to the earl, and at the same time apologize for my rash behavior of writing a letter to ask for help.

The count looked at her sincerely, and said: "Actually, I am very grateful for your letter, because it gives me a reason to come to see you." He paused, and Mary felt unspeakable gratitude and shame. Knowing what to say, the count continued, "I am eager to see you, but please rest assured that I will not ask to see you. It is not because of pride. You know that I have no pride in front of you. It's because it only makes sense for us to meet if you want to see me too."

Having said that, he put on his hat, asked Mary to bid farewell to Mr. and Mrs. Darcy for him, then walked out of the gate, got into the carriage, and left in a hurry.Sitting on the chair in the hallway, Mary felt a thousand feelings in her heart, but she couldn't express them, and all of them turned into tears and flowed out.On the one hand, she was grateful for the earl's kindness, on the other hand, she deeply felt that the gap between the two was getting deeper and wider, and it was difficult to overcome. Even if there were no other obstacles, she would not be able to pass her own barrier.The more she valued the earl, the more she worried that she was not worthy of him, especially she worried that the earl would find this out one day.

Now the Darcys are all going well and content.They were both surprised and grateful that Mary could think of writing to the Earl of Leicester for help, but since Mary didn't want to talk about it, they didn't pursue it any further.It's just that Elizabeth no longer said that the earl and Mary were not suitable.

On Sunday morning, the Darcy family went to church as usual, and Elizabeth knelt devoutly in front of the altar, listening to the pastor, Mr. Austin Jr., recite scriptures from the Bible:

"The Lord said, everything is up to me, don't be afraid, just believe."

Elizabeth shed tears of emotion, and she prayed more devoutly than ever, thanking God for her blessings.

In fact, happiness is often much simpler than people imagine, but if we have not experienced loss, how can we believe that what we have in front of us is happiness?