don't touch my darcy

After another two or three days of peaceful days, Georgiana's cold was completely cured. She noticed that Mary was more silent than before, but she was not used to inquiring into other people's inner secrets. Instead, she paid more patience and friendliness to accompany her. Miss Bennett.

As for Kitty, she was tired of the great house, the meadows, and the parks at Pemberley, and nothing in nature was as interesting to her as the garrison at Meryton and the little sisters at Longbourn, and she began Encourage Mrs. Bennet to go back.

Mrs. Bennet has been away from home for some time, and she can't help thinking about Mr. Bennet. Secondly, she also hopes to visit her beloved Lydia when passing Rose Manor on the way back to Longbourne, so she asks Darcy Say goodbye to Elizabeth.

Of course, Mrs. Darcy was reluctant to let her mother and sisters leave. Mr. Darcy fully understood his wife's intentions, and he actually said a few sincere words of persuasion. Mrs. Bennet was flattered and really began to consider the possibility of staying for a few more days. It was Mrs. Reynolds who then suggested that the wives and ladies might spend May at Pemberley before leaving.

In this way Mrs. Bennet stayed with Mary and Kitty, and discussed May Day with Mrs. Reynolds with great interest.

Kitty was a little disappointed at first, but when she heard that this weekend, the Darcy family would go to the church in the town to attend the May Day Mass as usual in previous years, and invited them to go together, she soon became happy again up.

Speaking of the May Day Mass, Elizabeth thought that she almost forgot a friend's entrustment, which was about Pastor Short's request to Mr. Darcy to recommend his nephew, Mr. Reed, to the church to take over the post of vicar of the parish. thing.

Although Darcy, as the biggest bourgeois in Derbyshire, doesn't like to interfere in local or church affairs, unlike Pastor Short, he has a good friendship with old Mr. Darcy and is deeply respected by the believers in the parish. I agreed, and I will make a decision on whether to recommend it after carefully examining Mr. Reed.

Elizabeth admired her husband's responsible and prudent conduct, and colleagues also expressed their views that Mr. Reed was a young man with good character and knowledge.

"Lydia, Lydia?" Wickham returned to the bed after washing up, and pushed his wife, but Lydia hugged the quilt, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

Last night, she played cards with his friends until late again, but this time she won money, but she was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep, and dragged herself to chat until midnight, and now she couldn't get up again .

"It's time to get up, my dear, have you forgotten that today we will go to the church in the town to celebrate mass with Lancer and the others?" Wickham leaned on the pillow, patiently persuading Lydia.

"Don't make noise, George, I'm very sleepy, go yourself, and say sorry to Ivy and Lancer for me." Lydia muttered vaguely, and simply retracted her head into the bed.

Wickham had nothing to say at once. If she didn't go, how could she go alone?

He learned from Lanser that the Mass on May Day is very grand, not only ordinary people, but also prominent figures in the diocese will attend, and there is no doubt that the owner of Pemberley will also be present.

Lancer, who seemed quite willing to make Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, seemed very interested, and invited all his friends to join him. Wickham was of course willing, and he was anxious to renew his friendship with his childhood friend and dear aunt. .

Although Darcy had found a job for him in the army, the salary was meager, the life was boring, and he had to move frequently. What he longed for was a stable and rich life where he could enjoy banquets, card games, and dances as he wanted. Life.

All of this can be easily done by Darcy as long as he is willing to challenge the noble hand or open his mouth.

First, though, he breaks down the barriers between them, and it's up to Lydia to act like a spoiled child to her mother and sister.

But Lydia doesn't worry about these things at all. What she is passionate about every day is all kinds of fun and games, as well as begging for pocket money.

At the beginning, he was really infatuated with Lydia's innocence, liveliness and beauty, but he didn't want to marry her, because Wickham knew very well that once a woman became a wife, her beauty became the most empty thing. It is clear that Lydia has neither talent nor consciousness in this regard.

Darcy used his power and [-] pounds of settling allowance to force this marriage. Since this is the case, shouldn't he also pay more compensation for delaying his pursuit of another more cost-effective marriage?

Wickham was full of remorse, hatred and other complex emotions, when he suddenly heard a crisp laughter from downstairs, it was Miss Sulton's lively maid Daisy.

When he came to the window, he saw Miss Sulton and Daisy. They were cutting roses and putting them into beautifully woven baskets. The morning sun shone on her golden hair and arms, making them even more radiant and beautiful. , Wickham's heart moved unconsciously.

In the past few days, Lydia has found out that Baron Sulton has an annual income of [-] pounds, and Miss Sulton will receive a generous dowry including London real estate in the future, and her loving parents have paid for her. An inheritance of twenty thousand pounds was prepared.

Lydia said with great emotion that she envied Miss Sulton and at the same time hated the law of limited succession, otherwise she could have lived in the manor at Longbourn all her life instead of moving around with the army.

But she didn't know that Wickham's emotions were ten times more than hers.

If he hadn't been seduced by Lydia on impulse, he could have remained single until he met this lady, and then tried his best to chase her and her property.

Miss Sulton carefully cut off a pink rose, and she planned to take it to the church and give it to Mrs. Darcy. Of course, Mr. Darcy would appreciate the kindness of the giver when he saw his mother's favorite flower. Let's understand.

She turned around and wanted to put the flower branch into the basket, but the one standing behind her was not the maid Daisy, but a tall young man in a straight red military uniform, which really frightened her at first glance.

With a trembling hand, the flower branch fell to the ground. Miss Sulton was about to bend down, but Wickham picked it up before him and handed it to her, saying in a gentle and magnetic voice, "Good morning, Shal Miss Ton."

He was handsome, with an elegant and charming smile, and his slender fingers reflected the luster of petals and dew. Miss Sulton once again experienced the feeling of being intoxicated for a moment.

It's a pity that he has such a perfect skin, but he is a guy with low character and lack of talent, and he was caught by a shallow poor girl so quickly, otherwise he would just hang out with him and enjoy his life. The sweet talk and courteous attitude are not bad.

"Good morning, Mr. Wickham." Miss Sulton lightly took the flower branch with her fingers lightly, and smiled back with rolling eyes.

"I've come to apologize to you."

"Apologize? I don't remember what offended me."

Miss Sulton tried her best not only to be dignified and elegant, but also to show a not too charming attitude.

"It's like this, Lydia... She's a little unwell, so she can't go to the mass. It really disappoints the kindness of you and Lancer."

"Are you uncomfortable?" Miss Sulton's dark blue amber pupils flickered, "Yes, she was too tired last night, so let's have a good rest."

"Thank you for your tolerance, and I have to stay and take care of her." Wickham smiled wryly.

"That's a pity. I think Mr. and Mrs. Darcy would be delighted to see you and Mrs. Wickham again, and to invite both of you to Pemberley."

"Yes, there must be a chance." Wickham bowed to Miss Sulton, "It will not hinder your good mood."

Miss Sulton nodded, with a long smile, and watched him leave.

Mr. Wickham is not stupid, he should be able to hear it, and he reminded him again and again, don't give up Pemberley, a shortcut in life.