I'm really a witch

The day after Bennet was no different from the day before.Sister Bingley went upstairs to visit Jane meaningfully, said a few words that others would say when they saw a patient, then put away their worried expressions and went downstairs.

Jane's condition is better than the day before, and Circe thinks she will be able to walk out of the room tomorrow.

It was just as boring after dinner.The Hursts and Mr. Bingley got together to play cards again. They changed their game today, but Elizabeth and Circe still had no interest in joining.

Miss Bingley did not go to play cards either, but was busy pestering Mr. Darcy, who was writing a letter, and doing all she could to talk to him.Either praise him for his smooth writing, or praise his neat handwriting, and then praise him for being able to write such a moving long letter.The twittering was endless, and Darcy's occasional reply made her speak more vigorously as if she had been inspired.

Circe, who was reading a book, just wanted to seal the noisy lady's mouth once more.In any case, this Mr. Darcy at least has a lot of patience, and it is a skill to be able to stand the chatter of this rank.

"I heard that Georgiana's harp has improved again, and I'm really happy for her."

"Please do tell me how much I miss her and look forward to seeing her again soon."

"The pattern that Georgiana sent me last time to decorate the coffee table is really beautiful. It is much more beautiful than the one I saw at Miss Grant's. Please be sure to convey my love for me."

Circe's page had been standing there for a long time, she pressed the page with one hand, and gently pressed the armrest of the chair with the other hand, flicked her fingertips a few times, and several spells formed and dissipated in an instant.Patience and patience, don't care about mental retardation.Circe grimaced.

Fortunately, she was not the only one who was crazily challenged to the limit of endurance.Darcy finally couldn't take it anymore, he had to stop writing, raised his head slightly, and politely declined: "Please allow me to save your love for the next letter, I really have written enough in this letter."

However, for Miss Bingley, Darcy's answer to her was her greatest victory. She didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but became more and more cheerful: "Anyway, I'm going to see Georgiana next month." Well, it’s better for me to talk to her in person.” She first made a step and stepped down, and then started a new topic, “Why don’t I fix the pen for you, you’ve been writing for a long time, I’m here He is good at repairing pens!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I usually fix it myself." Darcy twitched the corner of his mouth unobtrusively, and then lowered his head to write the letter again.

Maybe she felt that Darcy had agreed to her after all, Miss Bingley glanced at Circe with a hint of smug satisfaction in her eyes.

No, I don't understand what you're proud of.Circe, who received the gaze, touched the back molars expressionlessly.

Soon, Miss Bingley was not satisfied with just talking verbally, she longed for a bigger stage to show her skills, so she set her sights on the piano not far away.

But she didn't just say that she wanted to play the piano, and she looked at the piano one after another, seemingly unintentionally, until she managed to attract Darcy's attention.

In fact, it’s hard for Darcy not to notice. The person in front of him almost has “I want to play the piano” written on his face, the frequent movements of turning his head, and the things she mentioned over and over again, such as “Is the room too quiet?” more" and Darcy would be stupid if he didn't feel what she was trying to say.

Just in time, if Miss Bingley went to play the piano, he might be able to be quiet for a while, so he was happy to say this: "I wonder if the ladies can please reward me with some music?"

"Oh, of course, of course." Miss Bingley immediately took up the conversation. She obviously couldn't wait to show off, but she even pretended to invite Circe and Elizabeth. Why don't you please first."

Circe stared at her slowly, imagining how angry the young lady would be if she really started this.Anyway, she could barely play the piano, and the tutor Sir Lucas took painstakingly hired did not manage to dig out any useful artistic cells from Circe.

So she blinked her eyes: "There is nothing worth mentioning about my piano skills." She spoke slowly, as if considering which words to use, "So please just ask."

Even though her words sounded limp, and she didn't make any special moves, Miss Bingley felt a chill down her back, as if she was being targeted by something.

But she only thought it was her own illusion, and sat on the piano bench happily, it was an Italian-style piece of music.Mrs. Hurst stopped playing cards and got up to sing for her sister, as if determined to compare Circe and Elizabeth who were sitting there.

Miss Bingley, who had sat on the piano stool, had no intention of getting off. A few Italian tunes were followed by a lively Scottish dance.

Circe didn't care what she was playing, as long as she didn't talk, the room was fine.At least she can concentrate on her book again.

Elizabeth also had a relieved expression. Before, Miss Bingley focused on Darcy, and occasionally shifted firepower against Circe. It was inconvenient for her to interject, but it made her choked up. Seeing Miss Bingley now, she always It was a pause in another sense, and he returned his attention to the guy who was doing it.

From time to time, the two exchanged a few words in a low voice, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.So when Mr. Darcy came up to Circe, Circe was confused.

She was reading well, and suddenly two legs appeared in front of her eyes, to be honest, it's scary, isn't it?

"Miss Lucas, do you really want to take this opportunity to dance a Scottish dance?" He not only stood still in front of Circe, but also spoke.

Circe then had to look from the book to the face of the long-legged gentleman.He was a little too tall, Circe thought to herself, and there was no momentum for her to hold her head so high.

Darcy thinks this angle is very good. Looking at it like this, he only feels that the eyes of the girl with the upturned face are getting bigger and brighter, which makes his heart tremble.

Circe straightened his back even more calmly, and leaned back slightly until his back touched the back of the chair, trying to keep his gaze from moving up so much.

Darcy looked at her small movements that she thought were concealed, and pressed the corners of her mouth again and again, but failed.He didn't care that Circe didn't answer for a long time, and he was rarely in a good temper.

When Circe finally adjusted, he reacted to what Darcy said belatedly.

If her understanding is correct, is this guy who thought he was too ugly to dance with him before inviting her?