I'm really a witch

The wayward lady wizard changed her face for a second, and then began to think of a way to pull Mary off the stage that was not suitable for her.

Elizabeth beside her experienced a big ups and downs in her mood, and once again showed her headache to her sister.

Jane and Mr. Bingley were chatting, and no one could bear to disturb her with a smile on their faces.This pair is immersed in the beautiful atmosphere of their mutual love, and what is going on in the outside world will not be distracted at all.

Not to mention Mrs. Bennet, she is watching her eldest daughter and her considered eldest son-in-law wholeheartedly, with a mixture of loving pleasure and barely concealed showing off on her face, how can she have the time to pay attention to him? Are the three girls making a fool of themselves?Besides, she probably wouldn't regard this as a shame.Of course, it's better for my own daughter to do such a showy thing than to be snatched by other ladies.

Instead of Elizabeth trying to get Mary to get off it by winking or asking her family for help, Circe is turning over her list of mischievous spells in her head again.

It can't be too much, it has to be a harmless little magic.Well, in fact, if it weren't for the fact that there are too many people here, it is definitely the easiest way to confuse her mind and manipulate people to walk down by themselves.It's a pity that there are too many people.Circe thought angrily.Especially the sharp-eyed Mr. Darcy was sitting right across from her.She couldn't tell whether she was complaining or cast a helpless glance at the gentleman opposite.

What a hassle.Circe poked the flesh on his cheek, sighing with emotion.If Mary ran down in shame, Elizabeth would be very sad.After crossing out small magic tricks that would cause people to slip and fall for no reason, and suddenly lose their voice, Circe showed a distressed expression.Do you want to create some small disturbances and then pull people down?Such a big movement will surely be discovered by Mr. Darcy.Circe then glanced across.

"Miss Circe?" Darcy was a little flustered by her glance after glance.

You see, even a second look can be spotted.Circe bulged her cheeks, raised her face with an innocent look: "What's the matter? Mr. Darcy."

Obviously you have been looking at me.Looking at this familiar innocent look, Darcy silently accused this little girl who pretended to be well-behaved in her heart.Of course he wouldn't reveal this, and he didn't show the slightest bit in his words: "I just want to ask, are you satisfied with the dishes for this dinner?" He found a topic without changing his face.

"Very delicious." Circe was now able to abandon the taste and evaluate the food in terms of its freshness.In an age of overcooked food and a lack of seasoning, it doesn't make sense to hold out the old standards.Obviously there is also overseas trade, but the chefs just prefer to stew the pot without any seasoning, and then let the diners add some seasonings such as salt or pepper according to their own preferences.

Fortunately, she is not a person who pays attention to appetite, and Circe briefly wandered away for a while.Fortunately, beef is beef after all. Although it is boiled beef, it will not be unpalatable with some seasoning.Moreover, Netherfield provides more seasonings than at home, and it is a fresh experience to taste each of them.So Circe nodded seriously at Darcy, affirming his opinion.

Darcy didn't know how many thoughts passed through the mind of the girl opposite, and she thought she really loved the dinner, and couldn't help being a little joyful and distressed.Netherfield's cook was not as good as Pemberley's, but even this culinary skill, which he thought was nothing, could get such a high evaluation from a girl, so I'm afraid he couldn't eat good food at home.

"As long as you are satisfied." Darcy spoke slowly.

Inexplicably, Circe, who received a pitiful look from the opposite side, tilted her head in confusion.Does she look pitiful in any way?

Interrupted by Darcy's chatter, Circe almost forgot about Mary. She turned her eyes to the girl again and continued to think of ways in her mind.However, Darcy started the conversation, how could it end so simply.

"What do you think of Miss Mary's performance?" Darcy leaned forward slightly, making a gesture of listening.

This question is a bit difficult.Searcy's knowledge of vocal music was limited to the basics taught by Sir Lucas' tutor.Mastery is even more impossible to talk about.To put it simply, Circe is in a situation where she can roughly hear whether the music is good or bad, but she can't say how good or bad it is.

In addition, the object of their discussion at this time is still Mary, a girl from the Bennet family.It's okay for Elizabeth to complain to Circe in private, but if Circe said the same evaluation in front of Darcy, it would be too uninteresting.It's not really a good topic.

Seeing Circe's tangled face, Darcy quickly realized that this topic was not well chosen.He was about to say something to skip this terrible topic without a trace, but something happened first on the side of the person they were talking about.

Mary has been turning a blind eye to Elizabeth's eyes, holding on to this precious singing opportunity tightly and unwilling to let go.She has a strong desire for performance, and she can't compare with a few sisters in appearance, so she works hard in talent, so as to surpass her sisters, and it is best to call herself a talented woman.It's a pity that her talent is limited, and she has been on the tip of her horns, and she has never achieved anything, which is mediocre.

Can get, or grab this opportunity, in a way, she is not willing to let go, it is probably somewhat understandable.

Seeing that she had been ignored by her younger sister, Elizabeth couldn't sit still.She looked around at the family members, and finally set her sights on her father.Mr. Bennet met the eyes of his favorite and bright daughter, and immediately understood what she meant.

"That's enough for you, son. You've made us happy long enough. Leave some time for the other ladies to perform." At that time, Mary had just finished singing the second song, and Mr. Bennet spoke loudly. .

That didn't save poor Mary any face, it was very blunt.No matter who hears such words, it will be embarrassing.

Mr. Circe and Mr. Darcy were attracted by Mr. Bennet's two words.For a moment, Circe even felt a little sympathetic to Mary.Even if she is indeed inferior to her sisters, she has few talents to show for it.Mr. Bennet's heart is indeed a little too far.

But for just a short while, Circe never pays much attention to people or things that she doesn't care much about.Besides, her father now, Ser Lucas, was a pretty good one.

Mary stood there, although she pretended not to hear, she was still somewhat uncomfortable.She stood stiffly, making Elizabeth feel bad for her, and for her father's words.I'm afraid that all my painstaking efforts will be in vain.I was worried that her younger sister would misunderstand what I meant, and sincerely embarrassed her.

Fortunately, at this time, everyone went to invite other people to sing.

The torment that belonged to Elizabeth was clearly not over yet.The others were invited to sing, but Mr. Collins rose to his feet.He showed again the air that he must put on before a high-spirited speech.Not only Elizabeth, but even Circe had a bad feeling.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Darcy, and the other's complexion was not very good, obviously remembering the two paragraphs of nagging that Mr. Collins forced to come up with earlier.But he hadn't forgotten to give Circe a gentle, reassuring look.He was always reluctant to show his overly serious side in front of Circe.

Mr. Collins had begun his speech: "If I were lucky enough to be able to sing, I would be happy to sing for you. I think music is a noble entertainment, which is in no way incompatible with the priestly profession."

So he began to describe the responsibilities of being a priest, and the tasks expected of this noble profession.Of course, he brought up his benefactor again logically.This time, perhaps in front of everyone, he finally didn't say the name of the noble Mrs. de Bourgh, but there was a hidden meaning behind his words.

After he finished praising his benefactor, he changed the object again: "I think that when you meet the relatives and friends of the benefactor, you must show respect on occasions where you should show respect, otherwise it is outrageous." The gentleman bowed and concluded his speech.

He spoke these words so loudly that they could be heard clearly by the whole room.Circe could hardly look at Darcy's dark face.It's never a good experience to be targeted by such a stupid and self-righteous guy.If it hadn't been for the promise to Charlotte, Circe might have done the thing that would have shut Mr. Collins' mouth forever.

During the second half of the ball, Circe spent most of the time with Mr. Darcy, chatting with him.She always felt that Mr. Collins would never let it go, and that Mr. Darcy, as her friend, was fully obliged to block some disturbing conversations from annoying people for him.

Darcy could not have wished for more.He had never expected to be treated like this before, and he never expected to achieve it with Mr. Collins' opening his mouth.Seeing the girl raise her whole body of vigilance, carefully observe the cute appearance around her, he almost reached out to put her in his arms, and then rubbed her head.

"When will we leave for London?" Mr. Darcy spit out the "we" happily, only thinking that today's dance was really smooth and unbelievable.So he couldn't help but want to make his emotions even higher.A trip with a companion is obviously a pretty good choice.

After notifying all the plants in the venue to help keep an eye on it, Circe confirmed that Mr. Collins was far enough away from here, and then he was relieved for a while and answered Darcy's question.

"About two more days." Circe calculated the time and added, "If you have any schedule, I can match your time."

"I don't have anything to do in the near future, you can just set a time that is convenient for you." This is of course a lie.There are a lot of affairs to be dealt with in the form of letters from time to time, and he will go to London every once in a while, so it is impossible for him to be as free as he said.

Circe believed it easily.

"Then the day after tomorrow. The morning of the day after tomorrow."

"I'll pick you up." Darcy's tone was rarely light.