don't touch my darcy

When Wickham came in for the third time, urging Lydia to get up and down to breakfast, he caught sight of his wife sitting before the dressing-glass.

"Honey, you should get up earlier, for you alone, Molly has to prepare another breakfast." Wickham was helpless, Lydia really didn't regard this place as someone else's home.

"Isn't that what Molly does?" Lydia lazily combed her beautiful curls.

The Molly they talked about was the cook of the Salton family.

Wickham frowned, he really didn't want to leave a bad impression on the Salton family because of his wife's inappropriate words and deeds.

Lanser is a friend who has made a special effort to climb up, and he knows that his father is a very powerful person. Although he may not be as powerful as Pemberley's master, Wickham also hopes to get some benefits from him one day.

But once the Salton family thinks that they are not only poor, but also lacking in education, and not worthy of making friends at all, it will be terrible. When they accepted the military position arranged by Darcy, they made the decision without choice. Wickham But I don't want to spend my whole life running around for a meager salary.

"Listen to me, dear, this is not a military dormitory. Baron Sulton is a man of status."

Wickham walked behind Lydia, leaned on the back of the chair, and saw a red brilliance flashing in front of his eyes. When he looked closely, there was an extra ring on Lydia's left hand. Chic, also inlaid with a dark red gemstone.

He grabbed Lydia's wrist and asked in surprise, "Where did you get this thing?"

Although Wickham is a poor boy, he still has some insight to see that this ring is very valuable. He has never bought it for Lydia, and of course he can't afford it. How can it be suspected?

"Why so much force?" Lydia broke away from Wickham, "Ivy gave it to me when I was playing cards last night."

"Miss Sulton? Why did she suddenly give you a present?" Wickham asked.

He was a little uneasy. He always felt that there seemed to be a mysterious aura about Miss Sulton. Every time he talked with her, he always felt that her eyes were strange, and there was something in her words, but she couldn't tell what was going on. .

"It's so strange that you ask." Lydia raised her slender fingers and looked at her new jewelry proudly. "Of course it's because she likes me. We are already good friends!"

"Good friend?" Wickham was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly.

One is a noble lady, and the other is the wife of a junior officer. It has been less than a week since they met and became "good friends". Only a fool like Lydia would believe that she has such a great charm.

"Listen, you must return it to Miss Sulton." Wickham persuaded patiently. "This ring is not cheap. It must be worth at least two hundred pounds, maybe more. You cannot accept it, even if you are good friends. friend."

"No, I like it, and Ivy doesn't care."

"Don't do this, my dear, it will be looked down upon by the Salton family and think we are greedy people. If you like it, I can buy one for you in the future."

"In the future?" Lydia raised her eyes and snickered, "I don't believe it, you didn't even give me money for sewing."

Although Wickham's conduct is bad, he has received a good education, looks talented, and can speak well. No matter what the occasion, he can easily win the favor of people who don't know the details. Therefore, he has low self-esteem and arrogance in his bones.

This poor and stupid woman, what right does she have to say such things!

Lydia poked his weak spot again, and immediately made him burn with anger, and the sharp words gushed out without passing through the filter of the brain.

"Yes, I can't afford it, but what about you? Your father didn't even manage to prepare a decent dowry for you! And those two rich brother-in-laws your mother always boasted about, they gave you even A shilling?"

"Ah, how shameless!" Lydia screamed loudly, "You didn't ask me to go to Scotland with you, didn't you propose to me, George Wickham!"

Thus, while the Saltons were in town for Mayday Mass, Mr. and Mrs. Wickham had a great quarrel at Rose Garden.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Sulton, these two ignorant children have caused you trouble." When Mrs. Bennet arrived at Rose Manor, the first thing she did was to apologize to the host.

"It doesn't matter, they are still children, but you still have to persuade them." Mrs. Shalton comforted Mrs. Bennet, her tone and attitude were not only sympathetic, but also a little proud.

The children are about the same age, and my own Lancer and Ivy are obviously more solemn and sensible. Sure enough, the daughters from a small family still lack the education they should have.

"Yes, ma'am, as you said, they are indeed good children. They have never lost their temper after marriage. This is the first time. I hope you will allow me to talk to them alone."

"Of course, I promise no one will bother you."

"Oh, I couldn't be more grateful."

Mrs. Bennet couldn't figure out what could cause her daughter and son-in-law to quarrel. Dia was so sweet, and Wickham was so gentle.

There were three people sitting in the bedroom. When Lydia gesticulated and spoke to Mrs. Bennett about yesterday's conflict, she finally said angrily, "Did Dad say such hurtful things to you?" Wickham Then sat on the side sullenly, his face turned red and turned pale, he just wanted to slam the door out on the spot, so as not to be humiliated by these two stupid women here.

However, the mother-in-law's reaction was quite beyond Wickham's expectations.

"Okay, okay, I get it, baby, stop talking." Mrs. Bennet raised her hand and shook her head again and again to stop Lydia from complaining endlessly.

"What's the matter, Mom, don't you think he is hateful?" Lydia glared at Wickham fiercely.

"Yes, dear, Wickham may have no money, but does he starve and freeze you?"

"Oh, should I starve and freeze?"

"As for the sewing money, your father never gave me any money after Lizzie was born."

"mom!"

"Listen, baby!" Mrs. Bennet pulled Lydia quite hard, forcing her to sit down on the chair, and said with a rare serious expression, "When a woman gets married, she shouldn't always think about beautiful clothes. , expensive jewellery, and endless balls and games of poker, if you like that, think it over before you marry, as I always worry about you sisters."

Lydia moved her lips, as if she wanted to refute, but she felt that she lacked confidence when she spoke. She looked at Wickham again. Although she was still angry, she was a little shaken.

Yes, she wanted to elope with Wickham wholeheartedly at the beginning, and even the marriage was completed under the arrangement of Mr. Darcy, because Wickham's pretty face and sweet mouth completely fascinated Lydia, Let her never think about what kind of life she should live after being with him.

Impulsive, sloppy, and stupid, Lydia was reluctant to use such words to describe herself, but she finally felt regret for the first time after marriage.

Wickham was surprised that the vulgar and dull country woman on the opposite side would actually say something so "considerate" about him, which made an idea that had been buried in his heart for a long time and had been looking for a chance to say it, ready to move again.

"Dear madam, you are always so kind and considerate. I don't know how to express my gratitude." With a resentful and earnest expression, Wickham's words always easily moved women.

"You don't need to do this, Wickham, you are already a lieutenant, and you will get better and better in the future." Mrs. Bennet also smiled kindly.

She had never seen the world again, and had always been a wife, and a mother, not so foolish as to let Lydia lose her temper.

If there was a quarrel with dear Wickham, could she go back to Longbourn and be spoiled?

You must know that one day Mr. Bennett passed away, and he could only depend on others, how could he have the ability to take care of Lydia?

"Ma'am, you don't know much about life in the army. Of course, as a man, I don't care about it, but it is indeed very hard for Lydia to follow me. If possible, I also want to give her a more comfortable life."

"Oh, child..." Mrs. Bennet called out distressedly, but she really couldn't find any effective words of comfort.

"If you are willing to help, maybe, um, there is a great possibility that my life and Lydia's life will turn around."

"Help? Me?" Mrs. Bennet's wrinkled eye circles widened.

She was really frightened by her son-in-law's words. You know, the money she can freely dispose of now will not exceed fifty pounds. What's the matter?