[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

The carriage passed through the garden, and there was a shimmering lake in front of us.Facing the lake is the mansion of Pemberley Manor.

The beauty of Pemberley is very natural, without a trace of artificiality.

Elizabeth couldn't help sighing when she saw it: "In such a beautiful place, being a housewife is also a joyful thing."

"Dear Elizabeth, I can tell you from the twenty-eight years I've lived here that it's very true. But it's you who make Pemberley happy."

"I don't just want to be a housewife."

"But you just said that."

Elizabeth wanted to play tricks, but soon her stunning eyes betrayed her thoughts: "Well, I admit it. Because this place is so beautiful."

The carriage went down the hill, crossed the bridge, and stopped in front of the building[1].

The housekeeper's wife had already been waiting there.She is a dignified, polite and thoughtful old lady.

Mr. Darcy had written home a long time ago, saying that Mrs. Darcy would come to visit.This shocked Pemberley from top to bottom.From top to bottom, everyone was guessing what the future master of Pemberley, their esteemed Mrs. Darcy, would be like.

The domestic servants watched Darcy grow up.He was always in their minds the best guy in the world.So only the best women in the world are worthy of their masters.

She had to have looks to match his.Mr. Darcy is tall and handsome, she should be beautiful and dignified; she needs to have talents to match him.Mr. Darcy is knowledgeable and talented, and she should also be rich in learning; besides, she needs to have a status, character and disposition worthy of him.

Does such a person exist?

That was the question everyone at Pemberley Park asked themselves.

But now, when Mr. Darcy and Miss Elizabeth stepped out of the carriage hand in hand, such doubts disappeared in an instant.

Everyone's eyes lit up—the housekeeper's wife, Grandma Renault, standing at the door, the servants watching from the window on the second floor, the cook peeping from the kitchen on the ground floor, and so on.

"Mrs. Darcy, the whole manor is looking forward to your coming!" Grandma Renault said happily, "I have been looking forward to seeing someone worthy of this Borgias black pearl appear for a long time. gone."

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, and seeing the nearly sixty-year-old housekeeper's wife in front of her jumping like a child, she couldn't help but feel a warm current flow through her heart.

After the housekeeper had ordered Elizabeth's luggage to be put in the room next to Miss Georgiana, Darcy said he would go first to fetch his sister down.Elizabeth followed the housekeeper's wife to visit the formation of the Darcy family.

There used to be a portrait under the side of the old Mr. Darcy's portrait at the opposite door, but it is empty now.

The housekeeper's wife looked a little sad: "This was originally a portrait of Wickham, the son of the old master's accountant. The old master raised him[1] and treated him as his own son, and he—" Speaking of here , she sighed, "Mrs. Darcy, you should have heard about the next thing."

"He deserved it," said Elizabeth.

"Yes, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. This is the principle of God."

But the housekeeper's wife quickly relieved her mood, pointed to another portrait and said, "This is the portrait that the young master drew when he was just 20 years old."

"It hasn't changed at all." Elizabeth watched with love in her eyes.

"Mr. Darcy and Miss Georgiana are too much alike," she exclaimed, looking at the miniature on the right of the portrait.

"Isn't she pretty?"

"Yes, very beautiful."

"I have never seen a lady who is as beautiful and versatile as her!" The housekeeper's wife talked about Georgiana as proudly as her granddaughter, "Did you hear the piano? Now it is Miss Georgiana's daily piano practice time. It's broken now—the little master must have gone to visit her. Mrs. Darcy, Miss Georgiana has been looking forward to your arrival since last month, as a matter of fact, all of us have been."

Elizabeth thanked the people of the manor again for their enthusiasm, and then added: "He is such a good brother."

"He is also the best master. I am so lucky. I dare say that even if I travel all over the world, I will never meet another person who is as good-tempered as the little master. He has a good temper since he was a child. Hasn't said a single harsh word to me since I was four years old[1]."

Elizabeth remembered that she had vaguely heard such words in her previous life, and she was still surprised at that time, because in her impression, Mr. Darcy's temper could make half of Derbyshire miserable.

But now, she just feels proud of her Mr. Darcy, whenever she hears others praise him, she wants to continue to encourage him to continue to praise him, the more she listens, the happier she feels.

"He is such a great man." Elizabeth sighed from the heart.Looking at Darcy's portrait, she couldn't help but think of what he had done on the London Stock Exchange.

"Yes! The little master never thinks only for himself. There is not a tenant or servant here who does not praise him. Outsiders often say that he is arrogant, but I don't see him at all[1]."

"He's just not good at expressing himself." Elizabeth laughed.

The housekeeper could not agree more.

They walked slowly in the studio, from Darcy's father to the distant grandfather, Elizabeth could see traces of Darcy in every painting.And every time she saw traces of her beloved, she couldn't help but stop and stare, with tenderness in her eyes.

"What an amazing family," she exclaimed at last.

Walking to the end of the studio, Elizabeth found three paintings covered with cloth placed in the most conspicuous position.

"What is this?" she asked curiously.

"I have no right to show you the things here, Mrs. Darcy. Only the young master has such a right." The housekeeper said very playfully, as if hinting at something.

Elizabeth was very surprised to hear that, but before she had time to think about it, she heard footsteps outside the gate.

The door was quickly pushed open, and Miss Georgiana, who was more beautiful than the one painted in the portrait, ran quickly.

"Miss Elizabeth! Dear sister-in-law—" she said excitedly, "my brother has told me about you countless times, and I feel that we have known each other for a long time!"

"Sister-in-law?"

"My brother asked me to call him that."

Elizabeth couldn't help laughing. She liked Miss Georgiana's innocent character very much, and it was Mr. Darcy's protection that made her grow up so innocently.

"You can call me Liz."

"But my brother forbids me to call him that."

Georgiana looked at Darcy mischievously, and Darcy patted her head helplessly.

"The things here—" Elizabeth asked Darcy inquiringly, and then she saw the smug look on his face gradually.

"This is the art exhibition I'm talking about."

"That mysterious painting exhibition? These three paintings?"

"Yes."

"You said it was a gift for me?" Elizabeth asked in surprise.

Darcy smiled, with a hint of unconfidence faintly appearing in his complacent expression: "I hope you like it."

"Oh—" Elizabeth deliberately prolonged her voice, "Then I'll look forward to it."

In Elizabeth's expectation, Darcy's complacent expression completely disappeared, and his slightly trembling hands showed his nervousness and lack of confidence.Of course, there is still a sliver of expectation-he hopes dear Liz can like it.

Darcy slowly opened the cloth covering the first painting.

"This is—!" Elizabeth laughed out loud.

She was surprised to find that the picture framed as a treasure was actually drawn by herself, a pencil-drawn bust of Mr. Darcy!

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