I'm really a witch

Circe slept soundly this time.The big tree behind her tried to soften its bark and branches so that she could lean on it more comfortably.Cassandra lying beside her was like a warm stove, continuously transferring heat to her body.So when Circe opened her eyes, she was still a little dazed looking at the night full of eyes.

Covering his mouth and yawning delicately, the stretching after that wiped away the delicateness.She stood up propped up, and tapped the hem of the skirt with her fingers to remove the dirt and grass clippings stuck to it.When she stood up completely, she couldn't tell from her whole body that she had just sat on the ground for most of the afternoon.

Circe slept so well this time that she didn't realize that anyone had come by at all, and Cassandra didn't think it was something important to tell the master, so she went back to the house very calmly.Cassandra watched her master disappear at the end of the path, then turned and jumped out, leaving Netherfield.

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Darcy was a little absent-minded when he came back from the garden, sitting in front of the desk, and his mind was rarely distracted.Fortunately, he was the only one in the study, otherwise, if someone saw it, his jaw would drop in shock. It turned out that this person would also be in a daze like ordinary people.

It has to be said that over the years, Darcy has seldom been so troubled and entangled.Miss Lucas's status was not high--her father's status in Longbourne was not high enough in London, not to mention that this knighthood was bought in exchange for money.Miss Lucas had no great fortune--she had only a bunch of poor relations.Miss Lucas was not well educated—the so-called governess her family hired was not up to Darcy's standards.

Eight out of ten reasons could be given for the unreasonable and inappropriate union with Miss Lucas.It is no exaggeration to say that everything does not match.Darcy couldn't deny Miss Lucas's attraction to him, it was an inexplicable feeling.It started with those beautiful eyes, but now it's not just because of those eyes.

This is what really makes Darcy wary.When he liked more than those eyes, he flinched.It's too dangerous.Such a marriage is of no benefit to him, and it is definitely not the choice he should make.

Then there is only less contact.Darcy had always been confident in his self-control.Whatever he has set his mind to, he has never been unable to do it.

It's a pity that he was entangled here, but the heroine in the story didn't feel any difference from the beginning to the end.Circe only felt that this Mr. Darcy seemed to have become a little colder, but it seemed that there was nothing strange about him being so cold and indifferent at the beginning.

The most sensitive of all was Miss Bingley.She was still vaguely uncertain before, but now she clearly felt that Darcy had completely lost interest in that Miss Lucas.Although I don't know what happened in the middle, could it be that my words finally had an effect?But the process is not that important after all, she is satisfied with this result.

The second person who noticed something was wrong was Elizabeth.But in her opinion, it was Mr. Darcy, who had never been gracious against Circe before, finally restrained himself and regained his demeanor and etiquette.Although she still can't understand his superior appearance.

So the atmosphere of this dinner was a bit strange.

Miss Bingley was smiling all over her face, and her tone of voice was raised, one topic after another, and there was no silence.Anyone could see that she was in a good mood.

Darcy also changed from his usual quiet appearance throughout the whole process, chatting up from time to time, and never left a topic behind.Bingley also thought that something great happened to his friend today, and looked at him with a bit of strange eyes.

Elizabeth had one thing on her mind, and she was not stingy with her eloquence, making witty remarks.

Circe ate her meal quietly, and Miss Bingley was in a good mood, so she wasn't interested in finding trouble with her.And without the trouble of being pulled into the conversation from time to time in the past, Circe was able to free her mind to think about her various experiments, and she felt a little bit like an arrow.

To some extent, this dinner turned out to be the most harmonious atmosphere in these few days.

With intentional restraint, Darcy didn't give Circe any extra eyes.He is very satisfied with this, it seems that as long as he is willing to suppress it, this kind of emotion that has just emerged will definitely be snuffed out at the first sign.

After dinner, Jane came downstairs and sat down for a while.Her body recovered in sevens and eighties, and she walked around the room without any serious problems.It is also good to be active after lying down for so long.

Mr. Bingley has been by Jane's side the whole time since he came down, asking about her health and care, almost overflowing from his eyes.He diligently prepared blankets and hot tea, and fiddled with the fireplace himself twice to make the firewood inside burn more vigorously.His eyes were almost glued to Jane, he was busy and considerate.

Miss Bingley's mood did not subside, especially when she thought that this group of people would leave for home tomorrow, she was even more happy.Therefore, those few words of concern sounded a little more sincere, and even offered to let Jane sit near the fireplace.

Mr. Hurst wanted to play cards, but no one would accompany him, so he ended up dozing on the sofa.

Mrs. Hurst played with her bracelet rings, occasionally interjecting a few words into her brother's conversation.

Circe seized the time to flip through her tome that she had been reading for a few days, and Elizabeth sat beside her doing her work, occasionally raising her eyes to look at the two people by the fireplace, with a happy and satisfied smile on her lips.

Darcy picked up a book, on which he intended to focus his attention so that his eyes would not wander uncontrollably elsewhere.

Then Miss Bingley took up a book too.She carefully looked at the volume in Darcy's hand, and chose the next volume of his, so that there would be a close topic for future conversation.

While Miss Bingley read her own, she kept her eyes on Darcy.Doing these two things at the same time is half-hearted.She was always going to ask Darcy what to say, and she was always going to see which page he saw.But she hadn't been able to get him to talk.She asked a question, and he answered it, and then continued to read his book.

Miss Bingley really didn't have much talent for reading. She wanted to read with gusto, but she yawned uncontrollably after turning over a few pages, and finally became exhausted from reading.

She struggled to turn over a few more pages, and finally couldn't read any more. She closed the book and put it aside, but said, "How pleasant it would be to spend an evening like this! Let me tell you, nothing compares to The joy of reading. No matter what you do, you will get bored as soon as you start, but reading will not be like this. One day in the future, I will have a home of my own. If I don’t have a good study, what a pity it will be!”

But no one paid her any attention.She yawned again, stood up simply, put aside the book completely, and walked around the whole room, looking for something to amuse herself.