don't touch my darcy

"I heard from Mr. Shalton that you have served in the army for more than three years, why did you suddenly become interested in priesthood?" After Mr. Reed was seated, Elizabeth chatted with him, and the maid brought coffee and Fruit, she greeted him enthusiastically, "Strawberries and cherries are grown in the garden, would you like to try?"

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am." Mr. Reed smiled slightly, and drank the coffee and tasted the fruit as promised.

Elizabeth was sitting opposite, also looking at him with a smile.

This young man must have a strong will in his heart, but he is not in a hurry to express it, but is willing to flatter his master, first to give the other party a good impression and a good mood.

This made her very appreciative. Mr. Reed was much smarter than he looked.

After a while, Mr. Reed put down his coffee, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief, and then calmly answered Elizabeth's question, "You have piercing eyes, ma'am, I don't have to lie to your face. In other words, being able to become a priest in this diocese is not so much a devotion to God, but a desire to get a stable and decent position, so that I can think more about my future life.”

He looked at Elizabeth, talking eloquently, his dark gray pupils were calm, neither ashamed nor showing off.

"Mr. Reed, you are really an honest person, and you are sensible enough." Elizabeth sincerely praised.

"Thank you for your compliment." Mr. Reed bowed, "but please believe that, if you and Mr. Darcy are lucky enough to obtain this position, I will not desecrate and neglect it."

"Of course, I absolutely believe that you have such talent and responsibility."

The young man in front of her reminded Elizabeth of her best friend, Mrs. Charlotte Collins.

This former best friend also made a decision that she couldn't understand, and even made her angry-to marry the vulgar and stupid Mr. Collins. However, after thinking about it carefully, this may be the most sensible and ideal decision for her.

Because whether it is Charlotte or Mr. Reed, Elizabeth may not agree with their actions, but she is absolutely not qualified to discriminate against them. Even after she feels more and more grateful for her affluent life and sincere love, she For people like them, there is more understanding and respect.

In Charlotte's eyes, the storage room is more important than love, and Mr. Reed is obviously more sensible. Only with the storage room can he be qualified to pursue love.

Elizabeth realized that in uttering these words Mr. Reed would have lowered a part of his self-respect, so she did not continue the subject, but gave it to Mr. Darcy.

Then, the hostess chatted with Mr. Reed about military life, and learned that Wickham was still very good at gambling, and even Lydia was also drinking and indulging in poker games, which made them even more worried.

It is true that as Mrs. Darcy, Elizabeth did not welcome the Wickhams to visit Pemberley, but Lydia was her own sister after all.

Hearing someone knock on the door lightly, Elizabeth signaled the maid to open the door, and saw Mary standing outside, wearing a cloak, carrying an umbrella and a handbag, as if she was about to go out, seeing someone in the small living room, she walked in after a little hesitation .

"Hi, Miss Bennett." Mr. Reed quickly stood up and greeted Mary.

"Hello, Mr. Reed." Mary also returned the salute. The moment she saw Mr. Reed, her ears felt warm.

The reason why she stayed, besides a genuine desire to help Sister Eleanor, was to be near Mr. Salton, and perhaps meet him once or twice while he was in church.

Mary knew it was a humbling thought, but she couldn't help thinking about it.

"Lizzie, I'm leaving."

"Has Mrs. Reynolds arranged for a carriage? When are you going to be back?"

"I will come back in the evening. I am leading the children to church to learn how to paint icons."

"Well then, Mary, have a nice day."

Mr. Reed kept watching Mary's back leaving the small living room and disappearing at the stairs before turning his gaze away.

Although there was nothing unusual about him, he caught Elizabeth's attention and triggered a strange thought in her heart.

After about 5 minutes, Darcy came down from the study. He first apologized to Mr. Reed, saying that it was impolite to keep the guests waiting for a long time. Mr. Reed was naturally very modest, thinking that Mr. Darcy would take the time to meet him, it was his own greatness. an honor.

The next thing should be a topic between men. Elizabeth didn't want her attitude to affect her husband's judgment, so she excused herself and agreed to accompany Georgiana to embroider, and left the small living room first, leaving the conversation space to Mr. Darcy and Mr. Reed. .

When Elizabeth found Miss Darcy, she was sitting on the sun-drenched terrace on the second floor, doing needlework, but she was obviously not concentrating. Her eyes were not focused on the work at hand, but she was looking out from her neck, and the carriage carrying Mary along the way. Follow the road leading to the town.

"Georgiana?" cried Elizabeth, but received no answer until Miss Darcy came up behind her and tapped her lightly on the shoulder, which awakened the latter.

"Ah, Lizzie..." Georgiana seemed a little flustered, her ears were slightly red.

"What are you thinking, so engrossed?" Elizabeth asked with a smile.

"No, nothing, I just thought, Mary, she should like those children very much." Georgiana hesitated.

"It should be." Elizabeth looked at the carriage and disappeared at the end of the road.

Mary is not a lively person, and she doesn't necessarily have a special love for children. She is willing to go to the church school in that town. Apart from the desire to experience a different life, is there any other reason?

As for Georgiana, in this season of bright spring, everything is full of vitality, and people's hearts are particularly easy to be touched, she seems to have hidden some secrets.

Under the scrutiny of Elizabeth's bright and long eyes, Georgiana became more disturbed, and the blush on her face became more and more vivid.

"It's too bright here." She rubbed her eyes, concealed her expression, and walked quickly into the room with her dustpan in her hands.

I wonder if Lizzie sees anything?She is such a smart person!

Miss Darcy was ashamed of her own affairs, and envied Mary to get out of Pemberley and into the town.

At the last May Day mass, I heard from Mrs. Shalton that their family would go to church every week, and her kind-hearted Ivy also said that she would go to school to visit the children.

If it was Mary, she would have more opportunities to meet that person, Georgiana thought silently.

In her mind, that gentle and handsome face that always had a warm smile appeared again.

Georgiana lowered her face, unconsciously showing a shy smile, and left a back that seemed a little lonely to those who cared about her.

Elizabeth sat beside Miss Darcy, picking up her needlework in the dustpan. I saw Georgiana embroidering so much yesterday, did she actually do nothing all morning?

"Mr. Reed came just now. He is a friend of Mr. Sulton." Elizabeth deliberately did not mention Wickham.

"Really?" In an instant, Georgiana's dark blue eyes were polished to two charming lights.

Although puzzled in her heart, Elizabeth did not inquire. Instead, she chatted with Georgiana and waited for Darcy to come out. She especially wanted to know what her husband thought of Mr. Reed.