[Pride and Prejudice] Becoming Katherine Bennett

Catherine stared blankly at him. For the first time, she saw the tip of the iceberg directly.

Catherine moved her lips slightly.

She wants to tell him that the structure of the film requires intense conflict and confrontation, which is the need to cause the plot.

She wanted to tell him that only the characters in the novel are absolutely righteous and evil, black and white are clearly distinct, and everyone in reality will be mixed with a touch of gray.

She wants to tell him that it is very happy to have a clear revenge and hatred, but who can guarantee that one person will always represent light and justice?If you ignore the rules and put your personal will above the law, how can you guarantee that you will not be the overridden party in the future?

Catherine had a lot of reasons to say, but she looked at him, seeing his cold and gentle expression, and found that she couldn't say a word.

If she was a little afraid of Willard before and didn't want to get in touch with him too much, at this moment she was really trembling with fear.

She is just a little person who is trying to live a life, growing up in a peaceful era and country, she has never come into contact with such a person, such a person who perfectly blends the two contradictory words of danger and politeness into one.

Seeing her reserved and restrained demeanor, Willard suddenly grinned, subdued all the turbulent momentum, and became a modest gentleman again, gentle and elegant.

At this time, Mrs. Bennett in the house heard Mr. Collins say that Mr. Gordon was back. She was very quick-witted and cleverly pretended to be going out but met unexpectedly. She was very pleasantly surprised.

"Oh, Mr. Gordon, I was just about to go out, and I didn't expect to meet you! Kitty, what's the matter with you, Mr. Gordon, such a distinguished gentleman, came from London to see you, why don't you know how to thank you at all, why don't you Let Mr. Gordon come in and sit down." Mrs. Bennet said reproachfully.

Catherine was embarrassed by Mrs. Bennet's words.

"Mom, Mr. Gordon has something to go back to London." Catherine interrupted Mrs. Bennett carefully and quickly.As she spoke, she glanced at Mr. Gordon to observe his reaction, for fear that her mother's words would annoy him.

Fortunately, Mr. Gordon didn't bother with Mrs. Bennett. On the contrary, he cooperated with her rhetoric, and the beast that bared its fangs had disappeared without a trace.

"My dear lady, I am very glad to be invited by you, but I do have business and am anxious to return to London."

"Oh, that's a pity. I had already ordered the cook to make some delicious food for your dinner!" Mrs. Bennet was very disappointed.

"I'm sorry to hear you say that. Next time, next time I come, I hope you will not be stingy."

His words made Mrs. Bennet happy: "Oh, don't worry, when you come back next time, I will definitely serve two rounds of dishes according to the standard of a grand banquet."

"I'm looking forward to it." Willard thanked her.

After taking leave of Mr. Bennet, Catherine sent Willard to the door.

"Mr. Gordon, you... you go back slowly." Catherine said softly.

Willard lowered his head slightly, his half-drooped blue eyes were full of tenderness that he didn't know was true or false, he looked straight at her until she avoided his eyes, then whispered: "I know. Come home, Miss Bennett."

Willard stood in front of Longbourn's door, watching Catherine enter the door with an elusive expression.

After a while, he pulled up the rein, stepped on the stirrup, and stepped on the horse with his long legs. When he passed the rose bushes, his eyes fell on the rose with the tallest branches and the most beautiful blooms.

He saw a drop of crystal dew rolling on the delicate petals of the flower, which made the champagne-colored flower more delicate and charming.

Willard stared at it for a long time, and finally, he smiled and looked away, ready to ride away.

However, when his steed was about to start, Willard tightened the reins again, and turned back to the rose bush. He looked at the flower with a calm face, and picked it off without hesitation.

Catherine entered the house full of apprehension.

"Oh Kitty! You tell me what's the matter with that gentleman?" Mrs. Bennet immediately circled her and began to question her.

"I have nothing to do with him, mother."

"How is this possible? It's okay, why did he come to you so early in the morning?" Mrs. Bennet obviously didn't believe it.

"He didn't come to see me, he came to see Dad."

"Don't try to lie to me, I won't believe it," said Mrs. Bennet, who was highly sensitive in this regard. "Tell me, is that gentleman married? How much is his annual income? I have seen his horses and His clothes, presumably his net worth must be amazing."

However, no matter how much she asked Catherine, she refused to tell her. She only said that she didn't know anything, and she could ask Mr. Bennett if she was curious.

Although she was disturbed by Mrs. Bennett's questioning, thanks to her, the worry that Mr. Gordon brought to Catherine quickly dissipated. She only deepened the label of not getting too much contact with this gentleman in her heart. , I didn't think about it any more.

More than an hour after Catherine arrived home, Jane and Elizabeth also returned home.With them to Longbourne were two other officers.

Catherine recognized at a glance who was Wickham, who was favored by Elizabeth.The gentleman was tall and handsome.But Catherine didn't know whether it was a preconceived impression or some other reason. She always felt that his eyes were too flexible, his expression was too frivolous, and he was not stable enough.

After he chatted with the Bennett family for a while, she disliked him even more.

She already believed in Mr. Darcy, and thought that those who slandered Darcy were probably very despicable.

Now, after having personally contacted Mr. Wickham, she felt that the possibility of this gentleman telling lies was very high. He was too eloquent and flattering.He was courteous and courteous to all the ladies of the Bennet family, and made no distinction between Elizabeth and them.But Catherine clearly remembered Elizabeth saying that he was very different to her.

Catherine thought he was putting on airs, much like the guys she'd seen with central air conditioning.

Almost as soon as the officers had taken their leave, Lydia asked Catherine about them.

"Catherine, where was Mr. Gordon just now?"

"He's gone," Catherine said.

"how did you guys meet?"

"We don't know each other." Catherine decided to mess around.She found that she couldn't find a reasonable explanation, so she could only fool around.

"You just ran out the door when you heard his name!"

"That's because," Catherine lowered her head and pretended to be shy, "I met Mr. Gordon once in London, and he was so handsome! I really, really want to see him, ah Lydia, don't ask, I so shy."

As she spoke, Catherine covered her face exaggeratedly and ran all the way back to the room.

Elizabeth:  …

Seeing that everyone was running away, Lydia could only sit down beside Mrs. Bennet angrily, and they both complained about Catherine.

Elizabeth gestured to Jane with her eyes, and the two went upstairs and walked into Catherine's bedroom.

Facing these two sisters, Catherine was not going to hide anything.

She frankly said: "I want to tell you one thing, please keep it a secret for me, and never let my mother know."

Jane and Elizabeth reassure her.

"I have been writing for more than half a year, and I have published a work before, the title of the book is "Blood Return"..." Catherine talked for more than ten minutes before explaining the sue and the follow-up to them clearly.

Elizabeth had known for a long time that she was writing, but not so specifically.And Jane, after the initial shock, quickly accepted the fact that her sister was a family.

"You are amazing, Kitty." What is more beautiful than Jane's appearance is her kind heart. She has never been jealous of others' kindness, and is always happy for others from the bottom of her heart.

She thinks that Catherine likes to read and has great talents. She said that she is a family, so she must be. She never thought that Catherine might be bragging or exaggerating, and she didn't even blame her for concealing it earlier.

"Mr. Gordon is my publisher. He came to discuss the manuscript with me. To be honest, I was also surprised that he would appear suddenly." Catherine said.

"Oh, I understand! He must want to read the next book, just like I always want to open your small wooden box when you are not in the house." Elizabeth joked.

Ever since she took the manuscript of "Blood Repayment" from Catherine last time, Elizabeth has been completely in a trap. She is excited and worried about the protagonist's situation. Whenever the chapter ends when the protagonist is in danger, she is even more anxious. I am very eager to know the follow-up, thinking that the two chapters every day are not enough to read.

But Catherine is so ruthless, she refuses to give her the following manuscripts, insisting that following up serialization is a very unique enjoyment for reading articles.

"It was serialized here in the newspaper."

"But you obviously have all the manuscripts." Elizabeth said.

Catherine was puzzled: "Don't you think it's interesting to guess the author's next arrangement based on your life experience and ideas?"

"I don't think so," Elizabeth said shamelessly, "I knew I was in a hurry, and I wanted to see the rest."

Catherine had an expression of "You see, I told you right": "The anxious mood just proves that this matter is very interesting."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes in a rare way at her.

Catherine thought Elizabeth's explanation was very reasonable. Why didn't she think of it: "Yes, when you put it that way, I think he came to ask for manuscripts. Anyway, dad and you all know about writing a book. I really can't think of how my mother said it. If mom finds out, the whole town of Meriton will know soon, then..."

Catherine smiled wryly and hid the rest of the words. Elizabeth and Jane understood exactly what she wanted to express next.

"You're right, don't tell mom just yet."

"By then, not only Meridon, but even people in Wales may know about it."

"Lizzie," Jane looked at her gently and slightly reproachfully, and then asked, "Is this gentleman married?"

"Oh, my God." Catherine made a fuss on purpose.

Jane found that her question was misunderstood, and quickly explained: "Kitty, don't think too much, I don't mean anything else, I just think that if he is single, maybe he is a good choice for you."

"Oh my God," Catherine's voice was louder and more deliberate this time than last time, "Jane, have you been brainwashed by your mother, every time you see a bachelor, you want him to marry the daughter of the Bennett family?"

Elizabeth said: "She is intoxicated in love, and naturally hopes that we will feel the same earlier."

Jane was teased by the two younger sisters, and looked at them helplessly, with a gentle and tolerant smile on her lips: "I just think this gentleman looks very good."

is excellent.Catherine thought.

She suddenly thought of an appropriate metaphor.Mr. Gordon is like a crystal flower growing between the cliffs, dazzling and shining under the sunlight, but it is surrounded by rough seas and broken-armed cliffs, full of traps and obstacles along the way. thorns.

Catherine sincerely admired a certain lady who would spend her life with Mr. Gordon in the future, and thought that the other party was either too stupid to realize his danger, or had a combination of extreme wisdom and great courage, and she was confident that she could conquer this beast.

Of course, she would not share this knowledge with her two sisters. Catherine changed to a more secular way of saying: "That gentleman's income seems to be several times higher than that of Mr. Bingley, and he may have a noble status. You didn't come back just now." Mr. Collins kept asking me about him, saying that he met Mr. Gordon when he was in college. He was a man of high status. To be honest, I admired this cousin. His mind is in this respect. Very clever, he didn't even know Mr. Gordon's last name before, but he can recall things so far back, his big head seems to be made for this, in terms of flattery and gratitude, it's really... Well, I don't Speak ill of him, Jane, in short! How could Mr. Gordon, a handsome and rich young man of such high rank and status, take a liking to me?"

Hearing what she said, Jane also felt that she was thinking too much. This gentleman is indeed not suitable for Catherine.And Elizabeth couldn't accept the inexplicable inferiority complex of the two sisters. She couldn't persuade them and didn't want to listen, so she planned to change the subject.

"I was at Meryton today and heard Mr. Wickham say..."

Elizabeth chatted with them about what Mr. Wickham said today.

"Wickham also knows Mrs. Catherine, who is the benefactor of Mr. Collins. To be honest, looking at Mr. Collins's appearance, I really can't think that Mrs. Catherine, who appreciates him, is a noble person. I have also heard that A message." Elizabeth paused.

Catherine looked at her expression and guessed: "It has something to do with Mr. Darcy?"

Elizabeth was very surprised: "How do you know Kitty?"

Catherine laughed: "This is the only time you hesitate."

Jane's beautiful eyes looked at them curiously, not knowing why.

Catherine told her this incident as a joke: "Elizabeth thinks Mr. Darcy likes me."

"Oh, this news, my God." For Jane, this is surprising news.

This can not blame her.After all, every time she was with Mr. Darcy and others on the same occasion before, she was with Mr. Bingley, her mind was all on him, and she failed to pay attention to the surrounding things, so she never observed the relationship between Mr. Darcy and Catherine. subtlety.

Her reaction was bigger than what Catherine said just now when she was writing.

If the younger sister said that she is a family, and she can still understand this matter from the short articles she often sees published in women's magazines, the latter news is beyond her cognition.

Mr. Darcy is in love with Catherine?

She couldn't imagine it.

Catherine smiled and said to Elizabeth: "You see, no one believes in it except yourself."

"Jane didn't believe that Mr. Bingley favored her at first," Elizabeth was not convinced, "I really don't understand you, you are obviously beautiful and charming, why you always feel inferior and hesitant when dealing with feelings."

Regarding Elizabeth's words, Catherine smiled and said nothing.She had no intention of arguing with her, convincing her that her emotions were not hesitation.

Seeing Catherine as if nothing had happened, Elizabeth stopped talking about it and continued to tell them what she heard.

"Mr. Darcy's mother and Lady Catherine are sisters. It is said that the children of their two families will marry. Lady Catherine has only one daughter, and all the property of their family belongs to her. Mr. Wickham said that she is domineering and domineering. For one thing, she is a perfect match for the proud and arrogant Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth said disdainfully, after she finished these words, she remembered the last time she and Catherine had a dispute over Darcy and Wickham, and changed her words, "Of course , I mean Mr. Wickham thinks so, but not necessarily rightly.”2

When Elizabeth described Mr. Darcy, taking Catherine into consideration, she always tried to use an objective attitude and words to describe.But it was probably because she had a bad impression of Mr. Darcy, and her mind was very simple. After blurting out her intuitive negative feelings several times, she tried her best to make up for it.

Catherine couldn't help laughing because of her cute appearance: "You can say whatever you want, Lizzie, I feel so uncomfortable looking at you."

"Oh, thank God, then I'll get straight to the point, you didn't know Mr Wickham also said--"

Mr. Darcy was riding on the horse, with tall green pines and cypresses and a flat road in front of his eyes. Behind him, Nedelfield Manor gradually became smaller and smaller, and gradually condensed into a small black shadow.

The thought of leaving here made him feel both heavy and light. He felt lost, but he also felt relieved.Of course he didn't know that someone was speaking ill of him behind his back.However, even if he knew, he didn't think he would take it to heart.

Mr. Darcy, Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Hurst rode horses, with Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley in the carriage beside them, followed by several luggage carts.

Because there was a lady's carriage, Darcy and the three gentlemen were not riding fast. Darcy looked at Mr. Bingley, who had been listless and depressed, and persuaded him: "Charles, you don't have to be too sad, Miss Bennet doesn't like you. , her indifference is evident, and you may soon forget her when you return to London, and fall in love with someone else as before."3

Mr. Bingley pulled out an unhappy smile: "Stop stabbing swords in my heart, I'm in a mess now, I trust your judgment, but I'm sure Jane doesn't have no feelings for me. Let's not talk about it for now, I will calm down and think about it when we are in London."

Mr. Darcy nodded, and when he was about to continue speaking, he heard the sound of horses' hooves running fast from far to near.He subconsciously turned his head and saw an unexpected figure.

"Mr. Darcy, I did not expect to meet you here."

It was Willard Gordon.

The two were surprised to meet each other here, and Mr. Darcy and his party tightened their reins and stopped their progress.And Mr. Gordon also reduced the speed of the horse, and the black steed trotted to a position parallel to Darcy and others.

Darcy and Gordon touched their hats and bowed slightly.

"I am surprised too, Mr. Gordon," said Darcy, and then he introduced. "This is my friend Mr. Bingley and Mr. Hurst, and this is Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley."

After Gordon greeted them one by one, he smiled at Darcy and said, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. I remember the last time we met was at Mrs. Louis's French salon when I was in Windsor in May."

Windsor is a small town in Berkshire, England. Windsor Castle in the town has been one of the main official residences of the King of England since William I. Many members of the royal family and nobles have residences nearby. Whenever the king visits the castle, They then gathered at Windsor. 4

"Yes, Mr. Gordon, I still remember your analysis of current affairs in France at the salon, especially the part about the Girondins, which was very exciting and impressive."

"Wonderful, I think if you didn't intend to participate in the debate, I wouldn't be able to get the limelight that day," Mr. Gordon said with a smile, "I saw a few carriages along the road just now, and they must also belong to you. You guys Is this going to a nearby country house?"

"No, on the contrary, we lived in the country manor for a few days before, and we are going back to London today."

"Waiting to participate in the social season after the opening of Congress? It's still early, why don't you stay longer."

In the Regency era, the parliament that gathered the country's elite nobles opened after Christmas.At that time, people from the upper class in England will gather in London. In addition to discussing national affairs, in order to pass the time, a large number of rich social activities will be held during this period every year, forming a lively and extraordinary London social season. 5

"Because of other matters," said Mr. Darcy, without further ado.

He and Willard Gordon were hardly familiar.

The two have met several times on some occasions, are similar in age, and have similar identities.One of them is the nephew of Earl Fitzwilliam, and the other is the younger brother of Earl Gordon. Both of them have nothing to do with the title of nobility, but both have huge property and noble status.

When someone introduced you for the first time, he joked that he believed they would become good friends, but it turned out that the person's guess was completely wrong.

The relationship between the two of them is very ordinary, they can say a few words when they meet, but they don't stay together for too long, and it's hard to even call them friends.

Mr. Darcy had no regrets about it. He admired parts of Willard Gordon's character, but they were not really the same kind of people.Presumably the other party thought so too.

"Life in the country is really boring." Willard agreed.

Darcy nodded slightly.

While they were talking, Mr. Gordon's horse moved its front hooves impatiently, and its movement caused Mr. Gordon's ill-fitting hat to tilt even more, and a flower petal fell from it.

Mr. Darcy was very surprised, and his eyes couldn't help but focus on the petal.

Willard also saw the petal, and smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry."

As he spoke, he held the brim of the hat with one hand, tilted his head sideways, waited until the hat was facing perpendicular to the ground and no longer facing down, and then took off the hat gently.

Mr. Darcy saw him take off his hat, and took out a flower from it.

It was a champagne rose.

Mr. Darcy's pupils dilated uncontrollably, he stared at the flower closely, his hand holding the rein suddenly tightened, and his inner emotions tumbling.

But he didn't speak immediately, but forcibly suppressed his emotions until he thought he was calm, and then calmly said: "This flower is beautiful in color, did you pick it nearby?"

Willard was holding a rose branch, and was looking down at where else to put flowers on his body, and said casually: "Yes, I passed by a flower bush and saw that she was so beautiful, so I couldn't help but pick it off. Who wants to find it?" To put it anywhere, I had to put it in the hat."

"I have to say that your idea is very wonderful," Mr. Darcy said, "I agree with your words, this flower is indeed very beautiful, but I think the most beautiful moment of the flower is the vigorous vitality growing on the branches and leaves. Rather than being hidden in one's own pocket by someone."

"You're right, Mr. Darcy," Mr. Darcy's slightly accusatory words made Willard's men stagnate, he raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a light smile, "But to tell you the truth Said, I have only picked this flower, and no other flower has aroused my interest so much, I can only say that she is too charming."

"This is really rare." Darcy said, feeling a little disturbed.

His sudden annoyance was not without reason.

This champagne-colored rose comes from Bulgaria and is much more expensive than other roses. After being introduced from England, it is favored by many gentlemen.The flower was not uncommon in London and Windsor, but in this neighbourhood, Mr. Darcy saw only one mansion.

Mr. Darcy concealed his emotions and asked, "Are you visiting a friend, Mr. Gordon?"

Gordon was a little surprised by Darcy's inexplicable opening. In his impression, Darcy was not a person who would take the initiative to talk.

But Gordon didn't think much, and easily gave him the answer: "Yes, there is a friend who lives nearby."

Darcy tried not to dare to ask Gordon where you were visiting.

He should be thankful that his reason has not completely abandoned him, the remaining part is enough for him to immediately realize that this question is abrupt and strange, completely out of place, and he has no qualifications to ask.Besides, with Willard Gordon's mind, if he asked, the other party would be keenly aware that something was wrong.

What's more, he may not be visiting Bennett's house, and even if he is, it doesn't mean that he will meet her.Even if they meet each other, Miss Catherine is not beautiful enough to make others fall in love at first sight. There is absolutely no need for me to have such a big reaction just because the other party is a single man.

Regardless of all the above circumstances, if Gordon really went for her, it would have nothing to do with him.

Persuading himself in this way, Mr. Darcy struggled to suppress what he wanted to say.

By this time Mr. Gordon had placed the flowers lightly on his head again, and put his hat on.

He did this with ease and ease, and he didn't mind that there were other people present at the scene. After putting on his hat, he said to them, "I can't find any other place. I hope you don't mind my ridiculous look."

"Not at all," Darcy said.

"Then I'll take a step first, I still have some things to deal with. Looking forward to meeting you in London."

Darcy bowed to him, and watched Mr. Gordon ride away without saying a word.

After the dance that day, Darcy found that his spiritual world was split into two parts.

A part of him is still the same as before, arrogant and calm, calm and intelligent.

He saw Charles' deep affection for Jane Bennett at the ball, a scene he had seen often recently, and he didn't take it seriously until he heard the words of Sir Lucas and Mrs. Bennett, which aroused his strong attention and attention. Shock.

Sir Lucas happily chatted with him, talking about topics such as Bingley and Jane will get married soon, and I don't know when the man will propose.

Mrs. Bennet's words were even worse.She used a volume that could be heard in almost the whole restaurant during supper, proudly showing off that Mr. Bingley, who had not yet become her son-in-law, was going to propose to Jane soon. 6

She declared loudly to the other wives that when they got married, she would let Jane rearrange the Nedfir manor, feast the guests according to her wishes, and let Nedfir have lively dances every day.She has even become very certain about this, vowing to invite others to participate.

As for the rest of the Bennet family, although they were not as coarse as Mrs. Bennet, their behavior was really not to be admired.

Mr. Darcy watched carefully all night with his proud observation ability, and firmly concluded that it was necessary for him to prevent his dear friend from falling further into the abyss of love.

Darcy found Bentley, and the two chatted late into the night.

Bingley has a cheerful personality and a very good temper, and the coin has two sides. The other side is that his will is not firm enough, and he is easily swayed by other people's words.

His reaction that night confirmed it again: Bingley didn't believe Darcy when he first said it.After Darcy calmed down and analyzed with him one by one the reasons why he shouldn't be with Jane Bennett, he felt a little convinced by these words again.

Darcy told him that the most important thing here was that Jane didn't love him, she always had a gentle smile when she got along with everyone, and there was nothing special about him at all. Unseemly relatives, they shouldn't be together.

"You are not compatible." Darcy said seriously. "You have to be reasonable, Charles, and you can't disappoint all your relatives and friends for a woman who doesn't love you at all. If you really propose, she may agree out of economic considerations." , but only her family will rejoice in your marriage."

At the beginning, when Mr. Darcy said, he always made an analysis based on the specific situation of Bingley and Jane.After seeing that Bingley had listened, he continued.

But when he said these few words, Mr. Darcy's thoughts were in a trance, and it was not clear for a while who he was talking to.

Is it for Bentley, or for himself.

He was right.Darcy thought.Predictably, the marriage must have delighted the vulgar lady.But only this one can be so happy.

No one else will.including her.

How could she be happy?She didn't love him at all, and she didn't even want to take a look at his sincerity.

After finishing the in-depth conversation with Mr. Bingley, Mr. Darcy walked outside the door of Nedelfield Manor and stared blankly at the lawn in front of him.

He remembered that after the ball, Catherine ignored his tenderness and left indifferently.Darcy stood where he was, feeling the burning pain on his face, and the stinging pain in his heart as if being burned by a raging fire.

Annoyed, he found a corner to stay, determined not to show the slightest emotion for that young lady.

But he couldn't help but always looked at the door, and he couldn't help worrying when he didn't see the young lady coming back after waiting for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, Darcy got up and walked to the window, and saw her figure standing far away at a glance, as if she was about to disappear into the dark night at any time.

The Yingying bright moon sheds fine rays of light.Dim and bright.

Mr. Darcy quietly walked out of the hall and stopped in front of the gate.At this time, there were no other people's gazes, he no longer suppressed the emotions in his heart, and stared boldly and greedily at her back, motionless, as long as she stood, he also stood there.It wasn't until her figure moved slightly that he turned around quickly and returned to the ball.

Mr. Darcy looked up at the moon in the sky, and thought to himself, the moonlight tonight is far less beautiful than that night.

Perhaps in his later life, there will never be a night of moonlight that can compare with the moving beauty of that day.

If she is willing to give him a chance, let him have the courage to face the struggle and entanglement in his heart, face the disappointment and persuasion of others, let his fighting and bravery, his fearlessness and heroism be based on evidence, and the teacher will come out. famous.Then he will no longer care about her humble relatives, he is willing to be her knight, overcoming thorns and thorns.

But she didn't want to.

She doesn't want to.

Mr. Darcy's head was very disturbed, and the depression in his heart was difficult to relieve.He walked aimlessly, and before he realized what he had done he was standing at Longbourn's door.

He actually walked all the way to Longbourn's door!

Mr. Darcy belatedly felt his calf ache, and his stockings were muddy.This fact made him feel dizzy, like a hammer that woke him up from the melancholy in his belly.

He never thought that he would do such a reckless, ridiculous and sad thing.

After Darcy realized how stupid this was, he was very thankful that it was late at night, and the candles in almost all the windows on the wall of the Longbourn House had been extinguished, only a room on the south side of the second floor was still shining faintly. Light.

Mr. Darcy decided to leave immediately, however, perhaps the goddess of fate finally heard his call, just before he turned around, he saw her who had been thinking day and night appearing in front of the window without warning.

She should be about to fall asleep, she was wearing a white petticoat, her black hair was loose, her body slightly leaned out of the window, and she reached out to close the window.She didn't see him.However, she must have seen it, and she would not linger for a while.

She closed the window and quickly disappeared from the window, and then the candle in her house went out.

Mr. Darcy kept his upward posture, gazing at her window.He didn't know how long he had stayed there, but he only remembered that when he returned to Nedelfell Manor, the distant skyline had turned pale.

"Darcy? What's the matter with you, shall we go on?" Mr. Bingley asked aloud, seeing that he was motionless.

Darcy's thoughts were recalled by him, and he said softly, "Okay."

However, while he was walking, his figure still did not move.

Darcy's eyes fell on the petal from which she had just fallen, and was now lying on the ground, covered with dust.

Darcy remembered that at the end of the ball, Catherine said goodbye to him calmly as if nothing had happened.

Good-bye, Mr. Darcy, she said.

He recalled, thinking to himself, this must be the last time I will be bothered about you.This part of me that suffers because of you will soon disappear.

Under everyone's puzzled eyes, Darcy got off the horse, carefully picked up the petal from the soil, blown off the dust on it, wiped it carefully with a soft cloth, and put it in the pocket on his chest close to his heart inside.

Goodbye, Catherine.