I'm really a witch

Rosings Gardens was indeed as grand as Mr. Collins said it was, and the banquet was particularly respectable.Mr. Collins went out of his way to admire Mrs. de Bourgh almost all the way—tableware, dishes, everything.Sir Lucas often chimed in.

The flattery of these two together was too much to bear, but Mrs. de Bourgh looked to enjoy it, much to the amazement of Circe and Elizabeth.

Charlotte has been listening attentively to Mrs. De Bourgh's speech. To live comfortably in Hunsford, it is very important to have a good relationship with this lady.

Madame de Bourgh bears little resemblance to her daughter.Since her daughter is such a thin lady, her facial features are not prominent, and she looks inconspicuous.Oh, unless you're going to take her infirmity as a feature.Mrs. de Bower is a tall woman with obvious facial features, which is enough to tell that she was a beauty when she was young.

She is an arrogant lady. Although her words are polite when receiving people, she can clearly make people feel her superior posture.She was also a talker, and in that respect it was understandable how Mr. Collins had managed to please her.She has to interject a sentence in almost every topic, and often makes people feel uncomfortable when they are asked.

Miss de Bourgh didn't talk much all night, and she looked like a girl who was not good at talking, and she ate little.

Both Circe and Elizabeth were asked many questions about the family.Circe was better, presumably Charlotte had dealt with the lady before.Elizabeth will be much sadder, especially the noble lady seems to be very dissatisfied with her family pattern.

"Five daughters, but they didn't hire a governess!"

"The five daughters came out to socialize at the same time! And the eldest daughter is not even married yet!"

These are the exact words of Mrs. de Bourgh, which shows how shocked she was.But then she began to talk about how she introduced female teachers to people around her, or introduced their daughters, and she was quite proud of her words.

On the whole, the dinner was not a very pleasant one.

After a full week of this, Sir Lucas went home.After this short visit, he can feel completely relieved—the daughter is married to his heart's content, and there is such a valuable neighbor.

Circe and Elizabeth stayed on, and they were to stay with Charlotte for a while longer before embarking on their journey together.

Mr. Collins went to Rosings nearly once a day, and reported every little thing to his benefactor.This noble lady probably regarded herself as the judge of this diocese and was very active.As long as there are any poor people who are quarreling, getting angry, or being too poor, she will always personally mediate, suppress and subdue them, until they get back to being peaceful again, no longer complaining about their misery.

Charlotte also went to Rosings every few days, perhaps because the lady wanted to test Mrs. Collins's housekeeping ability, or something else.And about every week, Mrs. de Bourgh invited them to Rosings for a meal.

On weekdays, the girls chatted in the living room, or walked around Hunsford's paths.In this way, another two weeks passed quickly, and it was before Easter in the blink of an eye.

Circe had been having a good time at Hansford for a fortnight.The scenery here is really good. She runs around every day looking for materials that can be used, and she is very satisfied.As for those at Rosings, it was easy for her to avoid it.

However, her peaceful life as a guest was soon broken——Mr. Darcy was coming.She had not imagined this at all, and therefore she wondered what this brother-in-law was doing when Mr. Collins was walking about the porter's house on Hunsford Road early that morning.

Until he rushed into the room excitedly to inform everyone of Mr. Darcy's arrival, and said he was going to visit Mrs. De Bourgh's two aunts and nephews.That's right, two.There was Mr. Darcy, and there was Colonel Fitzwilliam, the youngest son of Uncle Darcy.

Before Circe had time to decide whether to go or stay, and what kind of look and tone he should show, the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of distinguished guests.OK, can't run away.Circe pouted, and stood beside her sister.Charlotte cast her a slightly worried look.

After a while, the host and guest came in.The leader was Colonel Fitzwilliam, whom he had never met.Circe looked at him curiously, and as for Mr. Darcy after him, she didn't look at him.

Colonel Fitzwilliam is about 30 years old. In terms of appearance, he is really far behind Mr. Darcy.But he is a very talkative gentleman, which is far more than Mr. Darcy does not know how much.He looked at the etiquette upbringing very well, but it was a matter of course. Circe had never seen any manpower related to Mr. Darcy who could not be shown by etiquette.Even that obnoxious Wickham had a deceptive façade.

Mr. Darcy said very little, except for an initial greeting, and a few remarks about the house and garden.His attention was almost entirely on Circe, and his eyes often fell on her.Occasionally he wanted to strike up a conversation with Circe, but Charlotte smugly stopped him.This made him have no choice but to smile helplessly.

Elizabeth saw some signs, but at the same time she also saw that Circe might have some unpleasantness with this Mr. Darcy, so it was naturally impossible for him to make a bridge for this gentleman, and instead helped Charlotte stop him.What's more, her impression of Mr. Darcy has always been the same.

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They had not been invited to Rosings for a long time.Mrs. de Bower had new guests, and naturally she was reluctant to talk to them.They were not invited again until Easter, almost a week later.But this is also very different from the previous invitations, it's just a casual invitation to have fun with them in the afternoon.

Circe reduced his time out during the week, avoiding Mr. Darcy as much as possible.He didn't come to visit either, but that Colonel Fitzwilliam came several times.

Although I don't have any expectations or interest in going to Rosings, I still want to go.So in the afternoon, everyone arrived at the reception room on time.

Madame de Bourgh didn't seem to have the energy to pay any attention to them.She was engaged in chatting with her two nephews, especially with Mr. Darcy.

Charlotte spent most of her time watching Mrs. de Bourgh, always on the alert for sudden questions from her.Elizabeth had a good talk with Colonel Fitzwilliam, and she didn't forget to bring Circe together.She was afraid that Mr. Darcy might be taking advantage of her if she was not careful on her part.

Colonel Fitzwilliam was a very good conversationalist indeed.He seemed to be able to answer a few sentences about everything, and he was able to speak so funny that people could ignore his ordinary appearance.

If they are talking happily here, they will naturally attract the attention of others.Among other things, Mr. Darcy has looked here several times.So Madame de Bourgh noticed too.

"What are you talking about?" She said this directly to Colonel Fitzwilliam.

He had to stop and replied: "We are talking about music." This is a topic of interest to all three.

Mrs. de Bower was about to interject at once. She said that few people in England really appreciate music as she does, and no one has more interest than her: "If I study music, I will become a famous artist. If Anne is physically Well, he will definitely become a famous artist."

As she said this, she changed the subject: "Miss Lucas can play the piano too. I heard that your family hired a special female tutor, which is very good. But I want to say, unless you practice more , you'll never get any better. That's what I've often told young ladies. You're welcome, too, to come to Rosings every day and play on the piano in the little room. You know, in that In the room, no one will be in the way."

Circe reacted for a moment, not understanding how the conversation suddenly turned to her piano skills.But she could still hear the impertinence in Madame de Bourgh's words, which displeased her.And once a lady witch is upset, she must do something.

"I don't know if I have the honor to borrow your piano?" Circe pursed her lips and smiled, a sly look flashed in her eyes very quickly.

Madame de Bourgh could not disagree with what she had just said.In fact, she wished Circe would talk about some tune, so that she could comment.

Circe sat down at the piano.Elizabeth hurriedly dragged a chair and sat down, and Colonel Fitzwilliam followed.

"You really want to talk?" Elizabeth leaned over and asked in a low voice.She understood very well that Circe's piano skills were not bad, but they were just above average, and she couldn't be called a brilliant skill.

"Don't worry." Circe also answered her in a low voice, and gave her a comforting look.

Raising his hand to swipe across the keys, a faint light flashed almost imperceptibly where his fingertips touched the keys, and quickly sank into the piano.

Stretching her fingers, Circe raised her eyebrows and chose a skillful, fast-paced tune.With the cooperation of magic, all songs that test skills will not be a problem.Except that there will be some lack of emotion to some extent, but emotional investment should be somewhat concealed in a fast-paced environment.

By the time Circe was halfway through, Mrs. de Bourgh looked very ugly.She looked like she was about to get angry at any moment, but she barely held it back.So she turned her head and started chatting with her other nephew as before, and tried her best to look indifferent, and the nephew who was talking directly avoided her at last.

Mr. Darcy walked leisurely to the piano and stopped.He had chosen a good spot where he could see all of Circe's face.

Circe glanced at him, and when he reached a paragraph, he stopped.She looked up straight, her tone was very flat: "Do you have any advice?"

Darcy pursed his lips and lowered his eyes slightly: "Your skills are very superb. I think anyone who is blessed to have heard you play will feel that you have nothing to lack."

"Then you're wrong." Circe curled her lips. "I just know some 'magic' skills." She emphasized the word.