[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

"Smallpox and Cowpox: Dr. Jenner's Crazy Experiments and Miss Laura Who Dedicated to Science".

That was the headline that took up the entire third page of The Times today.

The report, written by a member of the Royal Society, was mercilessly critical of Dr. Jenner's vaccinia experiments.It's just that when writing about this Miss Laura, the pen and ink are a little more tactful.However, between the words and sentences, he seems to have categorically predicted the "unfortunate end" of Miss's devotion to science.

Attached to the article is a stick figure showing the backs of Mr. Jenner and Miss Laura in the hospital corridor.Not very clear, but to Mr. Holmes' eyes the message it contained was clear.

Holmes closed the newspaper slowly, glanced casually at Mr. Darcy, and then at Miss Elizabeth.

He had an instant inference.

Colonel Ross was working hard listening to Holmes' performance, and felt a little strange when he suddenly stopped talking:

"What, Mr. Holmes, does the quality and color of the soil on the shoe indicate? I have no idea."

"I just said not to jump to conclusions, Colonel Ross. You seem surprised."

"Huh?" Colonel Ross froze for a moment.

"You said that the Silver Grenade was lost a week ago, and that your trainer, John Stricker, lost his life in a fight with him. I tell you not to jump to conclusions, Colonel Ross."

Holmes changed the subject simply and lightly.

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief.

"Poor John Stryker," said Colonel Ross. "Rest in peace. All I want now is that the man who stole the silver white-fronted horse will get what he deserves for killing John."

Holmes shrugged: "This man does not exist in this world."

"That's impossible!" Colonel Ross exclaimed.However, his questioning was quickly interrupted by the voices of the surrounding audience.

The racehorses were all numbered, and six horses entered the field.

"Where's my silver horse?" Colonel Ross said anxiously, glancing at the six horses.

The well-known black-capped and red-clothed jockey of the colonel has already appeared in the fourth place, but what sits under his crotch is a strong sorrel horse[1].

"That's not my horse!" grumbled Colonel Ross. "That horse has no white hair. What are you doing, Mr. Holmes?"

"Don't rush to conclusions, let's see how it runs." Holmes said calmly.

Elizabeth's nerves were also attracted by this strange scene, and she stood up as the horses galloped.

Darcy also stood up, silently using his body to isolate Elizabeth from the excited gamblers around.

The six horses chased each other very close.Rounding the turn, Lord Singlelife's race-horse Raspoul fell to the wind.

"It's unlucky!" The two spectators on their left should have placed a bet on this horse, and jumped up impatiently when they saw this.

Their movements were relatively large, and they inevitably bumped into Darcy.Despite his efforts, he leaned slightly towards Elizabeth's side.

Darcy's ears blushed quietly, and he sincerely apologized to the lady, but he stopped at the same spot and did not move to the outside.

Unintentionally squeezed by the restless gamblers around, the bodies of the two got closer and closer.

After 1 minute, six horses opened the distance.The first runner was Colonel Ross's racehorse.

"It appears to be my silver-fronted horse," said Colonel Ross, in astonishment. "But Mr. Holmes, I have no idea what it is."

"Mr. Ross, look there, look at the footprints on the runway!" Elizabeth said softly suddenly.

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing at, and unexpectedly saw a bunch of maroon footprints that were getting lighter in color but gradually increasing in distance on the fourth track not far from the starting point.

"I suppose, Mr. Holmes, that you have played a trick on Colonel Ross," said Elizabeth.

"You painted the face and legs of the silver white-fronted horse the same chestnut color as the horse's body. However, because it just rained in the morning, when it walked from the stables to the track, it passed through a dewy road. Grass. So the feet are all soaked and the paint is left on the track. With that stride, the silver greyhound is a really good horse."

"Quite right. Your observation is very careful, Miss Elizabeth, most of the gentlemen here are not as good as you." Holmes laughed. "Colonel Ross, you only need to wash it with alcohol after you go back, and your silver white-fronted horse will be back. "

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes!" Colonel Ross was very excited. "Thank you too, Miss Elizabeth."

"My pleasure." Elizabeth said.

The shouts around were getting louder and louder.At this time, the silver white-fronted horse struggled forward and crossed the finish line six horse lengths earlier than the opponent [1].

"That's great!" Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise.

The corners of her mouth were raised, her face was a little flushed, her eyes were bright and flickering.Sweat dripped from the hair that fell behind her ears, and Darcy unconsciously wiped it gently with a handkerchief.

"Mr. Darcy!" She turned her head in astonishment.

The distance between the two has become very narrow due to the squeeze of the people around them.

Elizabeth felt that if she looked up at this moment, her forehead might hit his chin, or even touch his lips inadvertently.

Thinking of this, Elizabeth felt her face was burning like fire, she staggered back slightly in a panic and took a step back.

Darcy noticed the lady's movements very sensitively, and a look of disappointment that he didn't even care about flashed in his eyes.

"Sorry, Miss Elizabeth, I was the one to be rude."

"No—nothing." Elizabeth hurriedly explained, "I want to thank you, Mr. Darcy, for helping me—"

When she said this, she suddenly stopped, the extremely close distance between the two just now could not be dispelled in her mind.The fire on his face did not intend to be extinguished, on the contrary, it became less and more prosperous.

"Wipe." The voice of the last two words was lower than that of a mosquito, and it was almost swallowed.

Sensing the delicate atmosphere between the two, Elizabeth changed the topic somewhat unnaturally: "When the silver white-fronted horse broke through the finish line just now, I shouted so excitedly, was it a little rash?"

"Not at all." Darcy replied earnestly, "That look makes your eyes brighter."

He watched her calmly, but his eyes were full of undercurrents of emotion.

My heart is beating like thunder.

Elizabeth felt that the noise, applause, and shouts around her were all speeding up rhythmically with her heartbeat.Although her face was flushed, she couldn't take her eyes off those deep eyes looking at her.

Reason is struggling with emotion, and now, reason is clearly losing the wind.She suddenly and boldly asked:

"Well, do you like it?"

"I like it very much."

Darcy replied solemnly, but a smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Those who like "Pride and Prejudice" can check out the newly opened brain hole: "[Comprehensive Classics] Dear Miss Nezha"! CP hasn't figured it out yet, but it should be able to synthesize many classics (recently in the process of supplementing).Opening time?It is ranked No. 2/3 to be opened, it may have to wait until next year TT

Here is the introduction:

Mr. Bennet found that his third daughter's personality has changed a bit lately——

She doesn't like balls and hats, but loves tinkering with silk and gold rings with her sisters.

Her piano level declined rapidly, but her archery ability was far better than that of any male in the 24 families in Longbourn.

She abandoned her grand masterpieces and miscellaneous notes of famous books, and spent all day mysteriously feeding a white horse at the racecourse.

What should he do as a father?

Mary Bennett: Please call me Miss Nezha.

Mary Bennett: Let me introduce to you, this is my Qiankun Circle, Huntian Ling, Hot Wheels and —— White Dragon Horse.