[Pride and Prejudice] Becoming Katherine Bennett

For Willard's suddenly happy tone, Catherine didn't know why, she raised her head, put her hands behind her back, raised the fingers of her left hand to the fingertips of her right hand, and looked at him quietly.

She didn't ask, but just quietly waited for the other party to continue.

But Willard took a deep look at her and said nothing.He just said "I knew it", but didn't say what he knew.

Catherine respected his silence.She doesn't like to chase after questions, and she is also very good at controlling her mouth and curiosity.

Willard grinned, "I think I should go."

Willard's departure was as unexpected as his arrival, but Catherine was very happy when she heard the words, and immediately changed her leisurely attitude just now, and said cheerfully: "Then let's go back now, so we won't delay your return home."

Looking at her overflowing happiness, Willard couldn't control the childish prank factor in his body, grinned and said, "I don't seem to want to leave again, I always feel that you still have something to say to me."

Catherine: ...indeed there are.Did the grass mud horse hear, did you hear!

Fortunately, Willard was very winking, just kidding.Before actually incurring Catherine's wrath, he very wisely offered to let her take him back to Longbourn to lead the horses.

Catherine's cognition of this gentleman has risen to another level, and she finds that his insight into people's hearts and emotions is really keen, and she just controls the speed to the edge where she really feels angry and disgusted with him.

They walked back together, wandering in the vast expanse of blue, the refreshing wind and warm light sprinkled in the mountains and fields, and the faint mist and thin cooking smoke in the distance.

The breeze brushed against Willard's face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, intending to ask Catherine what kind of house she was looking for.

Willard thought of the contempt and contempt he felt when he saw the letter yesterday, and felt a little bit sorry.He decided to help her find a house as a small compensation.Who made him misunderstand this young lady?The second page of the misplaced letter is in another letter. The mistake is indeed low-level and ridiculous, but who can guarantee that it will never make a mistake?

He didn't see at all that she liked him.

At least not right now.

Of course, if all of this is a self-directed and self-acted play designed by her so cleverly that even he can't realize it, to capture his heart, then...

Willard raised the corner of his mouth, suddenly realizing that he was looking forward to it.

Interesting, isn't it.

Willard turned his head sideways, just in time to see Catherine raised her hand slightly, gathered up a strand of black hair that was hanging down, and pinned her hair behind her small ears with soft fingers, revealing a jade-like cheek and a calm look.

While the sky is still blue and bright

While the flowers are still delicate and fragrant.

Such a poem flashed in Willard's mind.

Willard swallowed back what he wanted to say, and returned his gaze to the front.

What a beautiful view, he thought.

The two walked for a short distance in silence. When they were approaching Longbourn, Willard suddenly asked, "Is that the one who will inherit your family?"

"Who?" Catherine didn't respond for a moment.

"That's the man who was in your house just now," Willard gestured to her with his chin. "Standing over there now, the one with the fat head and big ears."

Catherine looked in the direction he indicated, and saw a slightly clumsy man wandering anxiously in front of her house tens of meters away from the two of them.

Willard's adjective made Catherine laugh. She thought it was a good metaphor, but few people would say it so bluntly: "Mr. Gordon, has anyone ever said that you are not at all gentlemanly."

"Yes, but no one said it to their face. Of course, I think it's a compliment, and I want to hear you say it a few more times."

"Then I'm not as good as you want."

"Haha, Miss Bennett, have you noticed that I'm giving way to you?" Willard's voice became very soft.

"I think that you are too lazy to argue with me. How can such an insignificant person like me deserve your extra thought and time?" Catherine replied wittily.

Willard's blue eyes looked at Catherine, a smile appeared on his lips, and he didn't continue the topic.

"I guess he's waiting for me?" Willard raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Catherine said unsurely: "To be honest, I have basically never guessed what he wants to do."

"Oh? You called me curious. You can guess what I think, but you can't guess what he is?"

"You praise me too much, how can I get your ideas? It's just that smart people have rules and logic in doing things. No matter how stupid I am, I can still see something from it with common sense. But my cousin," Catherine said Can't think of a good adjective, "I can only say that our thinking is different, and I don't know how to communicate with him."

"Then let me show you how to communicate," Willard said calmly, "If this performance satisfies you, can I ask you for a reward."

"No." Catherine was very decisive.

Willard showed a disappointed expression.

Catherine looked at his lifelike demeanor, and thought that he was born in the wrong era, and that he must be the golden actor in Hollywood's golden age in the next few hundred years.

Mr. Collins, seeing them as they reached the road in front of Longbourn Gate, met them from a distance with great affability.

Mr. Collins had always fancied he had met the gentleman when Mr. Gordon had appeared at Longbourn before, and Mr. Bennett had introduced them.But he thought hard, and he couldn't remember where he had such a relationship.

It wasn't until after Mr. Gordon and Catherine went out that he thought about it for a long time, and then he remembered that when he was studying in Cambridge Divinity School in the early years, he had seen a famous figure among the students from a distance.

In the 18th century, Cambridge University, like the whole society, clearly divided four grades of noble students, high-priced students, ordinary students and work-study students, and the order between the grades was strict. 2

The man of the hour was certainly not Mr. Gordon, who was walking down Trinity College one day with a gentleman.Mr. Collins had no intention of walking on the same road with them, and when they faced each other, he immediately avoided and moved out of the way humbly.

But maybe his movements were too slow, the nobleman was still very angry and scolded him for not being in the same place with them. When the nobleman wanted his followers to beat Mr. Collins, the gentleman stopped him.

"Well, Warbol, we still have to see the headmaster, don't waste time."

The nobleman obeyed him, and they walked away.

Mr. Collins stood there stooped, always remembering the arrogance and dignity of that gentleman in his heart.

After graduating, Mr. Collins never met any big people again. Mrs. Catherine, a lady who is outside the circle of nobility and power, is the most noble person he can cling to.

It never occurred to him that he would meet this gentleman at Longbourne.

Mr. Collins walked up to Mr. Gordon very respectfully. He bent his waist and hooked his head. His appearance was very similar to his appearance when he went to chat with Mr. Darcy before, exactly the same humble and humble.

"Dear sir, I was really surprised to meet you in Longbourne today. I never expected to meet you, the noble man. Please allow me to introduce myself to you, although Mr. Bennett has introduced me just now. But I still want to introduce my current priesthood to you, I am..."

"Sir, I don't care what you are," Mr. Gordon said casually in a nonchalant tone, as if he was talking about a puddle of mud at his feet, "I just want you to leave me immediately." Sight."

This was the first time Catherine had seen Mr. Gordon like this.

Since he met him, he has always been polite and generous to her. Even if he deliberately played tricks on her just now, he has just grasped it just right, and has always maintained a respectful attitude and tone.

But now he looks like a different person when facing Collins, so superior and defiant.

Looking at him, Catherine couldn't help but think of another proud gentleman, his indifferent eyebrows and serious expression.

However, although they are all arrogant, their arrogance is not the same.

Mr. Darcy didn't want to get in touch with people of different levels. He thought others were stupid and troublesome, and he didn't think he could get any fun from it, so he chose not to talk.

And Mr. Gordon...

Catherine looked at him steadily.

He is completely contemptuous, and he is really superior and treats Collins as the dirt that does not need to look away.

Since he became a priest, Mr. Collins has never been treated so rudely. Catherine thought that with his current arrogance, even if his skin was as thick as a city wall, he would not be able to bear it. Unexpectedly, he did not hesitate. Immediately bowed, as if taking the noble lord's accusation for granted.

"Yes, sorry for bothering you. Please don't blame me, I'm just too hopeful and noble..."

"I said," Willard said slowly, and his voice sounded calm, "do you understand the meaning of immediate, sir."

Collinston closed his mouth like a chicken being strangled, and disappeared from them immediately.

Catherine was dumbfounded.

"You see, this is the way to communicate with such a person. As long as you have power for a day, you let him bark like a dog, and he will start to kneel on the ground with a smile." Willard looked at Catherine, his eyes were shining like sea water A surging flame was quietly burning in the cold pupils, "This is a sentence spoken by Earl Orlando Ryan, am I correct, Catherine?"