I'm really a witch

Elizabeth's face was so ugly that it was almost frightening, and the low air pressure that was coming and the strong pressure made Circe very worried.She had found Charlotte when Mr. Collins was pestering Mr. Darcy to talk, and Charlotte was trying to appease her friend at this time.

Mr. Collins was probably the only guy who didn't notice Elizabeth's embarrassment and anger. After Mr. Darcy turned away contemptuously, he even rushed to Elizabeth's side with an ecstatic look on his face.He did not hide his inner excitement at all, and described Mr. Darcy's kindness and courtesy to Elizabeth and Charlotte, who was innocently watching, almost dancing.

After Circe was pulled away by Darcy, she still looked back frequently to see what was going on with her sisters, only feeling that Elizabeth's anger was on the verge of erupting.

"Mr. Darcy," Circe turned to the man beside him with a flattering smile, "I think maybe I should leave, my sister is waiting for me."

Being watched so eagerly by the little girl, what else can Darcy do, of course he can only nod helplessly.He knew very well that Circe was not in a hurry to see her sister, but probably worried about Miss Elizabeth.

"Then, maybe it would be better for you to go after Mr. Collins left." Darcy didn't make any detours, and made a straightforward suggestion.

Circe nodded thoughtfully.She actually couldn't understand the difference between waiting for a few minutes, but she chose to trust the judgment of wise people.Just like she always obeyed her older sister Charlotte.These people who are smarter than her can often make more favorable choices and judgments.

Knowing that Circe would not be in the mood to continue chatting with him for a walk, Darcy thoughtfully found a place not too far away and stood still: "Why don't you rest here for a while, you danced two dances in a row, it must be I'm a little tired." These words successfully won the little girl's obedient nod and shining eyes of gratitude.

"Then, please allow me to take my leave first." Seeing that Mr. Collins had finally left the sisters, Circe couldn't stand immediately, bowed to Darcy apologetically, and left in a hurry.

"Liz, oh, Liz," Circe sat down, taking Elizabeth's arm, "I'm so angry for you! That Mr. Collins is too stupid to imagine!"

"Circe!" cried Charlotte, raising her voice a little, "that's a disrespectful thing to say. You shouldn't speak of a gentleman like that in public, and it's a disservice to your reputation."

"Don't talk about Circe, Charlotte. Don't you think that's an idiot?" Elizabeth took a deep breath, as if trying to restrain her anger with all her strength, so that she would not yell. Shout out.

"I can't believe there is such a person. Wouldn't he feel ashamed? Mr. Darcy doesn't want to talk to him at all! Oh, I really don't want to admit that he is my cousin!" Elizabeth clutched her chest Exclaiming in a low voice, Charlotte gently patted her friend on the back, giving her comfort.

Elizabeth's anger obviously wouldn't end in these few words, her eyes were lit up with anger, almost making people wonder if there was really a scorching temperature there.

"You don't see, Circe," said Elizabeth, choking out Mr. Collins' manner and intonation for her, "'I tell you I have no reason to be dissatisfied with the way he has treated me.'"

"'Darcy seemed very pleased to hear my gracious greeting.' Listen to what that is, how can he not feel the slightest contempt of that gentleman!"

"It's not over yet!" He answered me politely and thoughtfully, and even complimented me, saying that he admired Lady Catherine's vision very much, and he didn't promote the wrong person. "Look, he can't even listen to other people's ridicule Come out! You’re even complacent, you don’t know how hard it took me to endure his arrogant speech.”

"I used to think that Mr. Darcy was the most annoying guy I've ever met, but now I've seen him even more annoying!" Elizabeth let out the whole of her breath, her expression just looking at him. It's a little easier.

"I can't believe anyone could put up with him," she concluded.

Circe stood next to her partner and listened to the entire conversation, so she naturally understood how stupid Mr. Collins made such a statement. At this moment, she nodded empathetically: "If you want me to say, Mr. Darcy is indeed like Mr. Collins. The polite and thoughtful words he said, he can bear it for so long, but I can't do it in my place, I can't stand it just by listening to it."

"Isn't it? He has such an air that I can imagine what stupid things he said even without being in front of me." Elizabeth followed up.

"Miss, you must remember to keep your voice down." Charlotte smiled helplessly.Elizabeth was annoyed because of the embarrassment, but she knew what her sister was thinking when she blamed Mr. Collins so hard.

"Why should you ruin your mood for such an unpleasant thing? Of course, the dance should be more enjoyable." Charlotte gently persuaded, "I don't think you have the idea of ​​dancing now. Counting the time, it should be about the same." It's time to eat, so why not go there first."

Circe was already familiar with Charlotte's deliberate diversion.Although she was still a little unwilling, she never wanted to confront her sister, so she nodded reluctantly.Naturally, Elizabeth would not have any objections. She was anxious to find a fresh topic so that she could escape from the unhappiness brought about by Mr. Collins.

Mrs. Bennet was chatting happily with Mrs. Lucas. Her voice was one of the loudest in the whole of Longbourn. From a distance, the sisters could hear her high-pitched voice.

To tell the truth, Mrs. Bennet was a beauty when she was young.Just look at the five daughters she gave birth to, and no one will deny it.Even Mary, the most inconspicuous of the sisters, was a comely girl.Her beauty is also the main reason why Mr. Bennet will marry her.Who wasn't obsessed with pretty colors when they were young?

But frequent births, coupled with the never-ending failure to produce a son as an heir, gradually wore down Mrs. Bennet's body and wore away her beauty.Now she is an old-fashioned, gossiping woman.

Mrs. Bennet, who has no restraint in her speech, was at this moment talking to Mrs. Lucas, and talking about how she expected Jane to marry Mr. Bingley at once.This made Elizabeth not only failed to change her mood, but became more and more annoyed.

The more she talked about this matter, the more she kept counting the benefits of this marriage.In the first place, Mr. Bingley was such a handsome young man, and so rich, and lived only three miles from them, that these conditions were quite satisfactory.Secondly, it was comforting that his two sisters were very fond of Jane, and must have been as happy to make the marriage as she was.Secondly, since Jane's marriage is so satisfactory, the younger daughters will have a chance to meet other rich men.

After such an eloquent analysis, she wished that Mrs. Lucas would have the same luck immediately, but she was obviously presumptuously expecting that she would not have such a blessing.

Mrs. Lucas looked at her with disdain.She yawned, but she didn't want to be rude to be the one who interrupted Mrs. Bennet, so she had to bear her noise.

Elizabeth's face blushed again and again, and she begged her mother in a low voice to keep her voice down. After all, Mr. Darcy was sitting opposite, and she never wanted her mother to make a fool of herself in front of that arrogant Mr. Darcy.

But her mother completely ignored her daughter's painstaking efforts. Instead, she disliked her too much nonsense, and said plausibly: "I would like to ask you, what does that Mr. Darcy have to do with me? I have no reason to be particularly particular in front of him." Reason, can't I say what he doesn't like to hear?"

Elizabeth was ashamed and annoyed, but there was nothing she could do.Circe really did not want to see her look so helpless, and seeing that Mrs. Bennet would not be persuaded anyway, she decided to help her sister.

With the movement of wiping the corners of her mouth with a napkin, she lowered her eyes and squinted in the direction of Mrs. Bennet, her lips moved a few times quickly.Elizabeth was still trying to get her mother to calm down, but there was no hope in her heart.Who knew, she actually stopped talking as she wished.

"After talking so much, I'm a little hungry." Mrs. Bennet muttered, moved her knife and fork, and stopped talking.

Elizabeth heaved a sigh of relief, showing a look of relief.Although she couldn't hide her doubts, she was powerless to investigate the details, and she was already satisfied with this result.

Nobody noticed anything amiss except that Mrs. Bennet was really tired and needed a rest.Judging from the usual behavior of this woman, it is not incomprehensible to do such a thing.

Darcy sensed something sensitively, but secretly laughed at how he became so paranoid.He was sitting directly across from Circe.It is not appropriate to say that it is just right, after all, in reality, he specially chose such a seat to sit down, so that he can easily see the girl he likes all the time.

He almost never looked away, but he pretended not to be so open and aboveboard, but his peripheral vision kept falling on Circe.Mrs. Bennet sat not far away, diagonally opposite her, and besides, she had such a loud voice that it was difficult for Darcy to pretend that she didn't hear her.

There was an air of atmosphere and loathing on his face, and finally he turned into a serious one. As for the contempt and disdain in his heart, it goes without saying.Darcy hoped that Miss Elizabeth could persuade her mother to shut up, but she was secretly prepared to endure it.At this time, I was very surprised to see that the woman with a broken mouth really stopped expressing her high opinions.

Darcy was sitting directly opposite Circe, and was always paying attention to her, so naturally he didn't miss her subtle movements.Even if the movement of her lips is really not obvious.Coincidentally, after she put down the napkin, Mrs. Bennet magically fell silent.

As soon as Circe put away the napkin, she looked up and met Darcy's gaze before she had time.If she had a tail, her hair would probably stand on end by now.

He won't see it again!