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Darcy sent Mr. Reed away, and was returning to walk up the stairs. Elizabeth greeted him lightly, and took his arm affectionately, "It's rare to see such a sunny day, are you still planning to hide yourself in the study?" ?”

Darcy originally planned to go back to the study to check some accounts, but his wife laughed when he said this, "Okay then, we'll take a stroll nearby."

So they went down the grand staircase of Pemberley House again, arm in arm.

At this time, from a certain window above, there was a melodious piano sound, the melody was soft and quiet, and there were a few jumping notes from time to time, but if you listened carefully, you could still feel that the player seemed to be interested in this It is not particularly proficient to master a piece of music.

"It's Georgiana." Elizabeth followed the voice and turned her head.

"Well, she's playing a piece composed by Miss Salton, unfortunately..." Darcy also heard something wrong.

Although he is not good at playing, he is an excellent listener. To play Miss Sulton's music well, he needs a peaceful and energetic feeling.

"I was just going to tell you that Georgiana seems to have something on her mind these days?" Elizabeth said, "just after returning from town."

"What's on your mind?" Darcy became nervous. He loved his sister most.

Georgiana has a gentle and delicate temperament, unlike Elizabeth, who is lively, cheerful, and very assertive. If she has something on her mind, she always likes to hide it in her heart. It is difficult to solve it by herself, and she lacks the courage to seek help from others.

Elizabeth thought for a while, but she couldn't make up her mind, so she just shook her head, "I don't know, maybe Kitty went back to Longbourne, and Mary went to town again, and she felt lonely?"

"In this case, can we invite Miss Sulton to be a guest? I think Georgiana will like her." Darcy blurted out unconsciously.

"Miss Sulton?" Elizabeth was surprised, and stared sideways at Darcy. She didn't speak for a while, but her eyes became more and more strange, revealing his familiar slyness.

"What's the matter?" Darcy was baffled by his wife.

"Hee hee, dear, you are such an honest person. I thought you would at least say, invite Mr. and Miss Sulton." Elizabeth chuckled, leaned her head on Darcy's arm, and kissed Darcy affectionately. rub.

Darcy directly said that he invited Miss Sulton, which just showed that he was frank in his heart and didn't think much about it at all, and that lady was just a simple favor in his husband's heart, which made him willing his sister to make friends with her.

Darcy still didn't understand the mystery in Elizabeth's words, and agreed with her intentions, "Of course, I also think that Mr. Sulton is a very good young man. He hopes that I can borrow his racecourse. , no problem at all."

"Okay, my dear, I'll send someone to Rose Manor to deliver invitations later." Elizabeth had no choice but to chuckle in her heart, and stopped teasing her husband.

"I promised Mr. Reed that I will write a letter to the bishop of the diocese." The two walked to the lake, and Darcy pulled his wife to sit on the stone bench, enjoying the bright sunshine and lake water.

This topic was exactly what Elizabeth was interested in, and she quickly asked, "Have you agreed to recommend him to succeed Pastor Short?"

"No." Darcy shook his head. "I just intend to truthfully state my opinion of Mr. Reed in the letter. As for whether it is appropriate or not, it is up to the Bishop to decide."

Darcy's answer has satisfied Elizabeth, "At least you have confirmed his character and ability, right?"

Darcy thought about it, and chose the most appropriate evaluation, "I think he should be loyal to his duties. Mr. Reed is a very stable person."

"You're right, dear." Elizabeth was pleased that her husband thought the same. "So I was thinking, perhaps, Mr. Reed and Mary would be a good match?"

"Mary?" Darcy was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about what Elizabeth meant, he couldn't help laughing, "Oh, my dear, you are so whimsical, they just met."

"An honest and stable man is more suitable for Mary? And I think...Mr. Reed seems to be paying attention to her too?" Elizabeth thought very well, but she was not sure, so she could only flatten her mouth and sigh regretfully. "Well, now I seem to understand a little bit how my mother felt."

The sun is falling on her hair and cheeks, the golden brown hair reflects a beautiful luster, the fair skin is smooth and almost translucent, and if you get closer, you can see the fine hair and the agile eyes. Naughty and cute little freckles.

This is Lizzie, who is always beautiful, healthy, and full of vitality. Darcy's feelings are slightly swaying. After looking around for no one, she couldn't help leaning forward, and quickly pressed a kiss on Elizabeth's cheek.

"Oh, come on, honey."

"Just for a moment..."

"I mean, you can kiss my lips."

"..."

Miss Sulton was very happy on this day, for at noon Pemberley sent a servant with an invitation from the master.

The letter is from Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy, expressing her sincere wish that Baron Sulton's family come to Pemberley this Friday evening for a light dinner, which will be greatly appreciated by her and Mr. Darcy. pleasure.

Miss Salton read the letter no less than three times, examining it word by word.

She admitted that the wording of the invitation letter was quite suitable, barely befitting the mistress of Pemberley, but the handwriting was really not at all beautiful.

It has only been nearly two months since I traveled, and I have already been able to write the most popular cursive characters in the aristocratic circle - thanks to her unremitting hard training driven by her strong love for the male god - and Mrs. Darcy's The handwriting looks like it was written by a rural woman who has never received a good education.

Even if she became Mrs. Darcy, wouldn't Elizabeth have the will to improve herself in terms of talent and taste to match Mr. Darcy's identity and requirements?

While becoming more and more sympathetic to the male god, Miss Salton also became more convinced of her own judgment. Even though her name was changed to Elizabeth Darcy, the temperament and quality in her bones were still Elizabeth Bennett!

There are still eight days until next Friday, and Miss Salton is busy choosing clothes and jewelry, studying hairstyles every moment, and admiring her graceful posture in front of the mirror in her room.

Of course, practicing piano and singing is also very important, this is the easiest talent to show.

When Miss Sulton was full of sweetness and excitement, waiting for the opportunity to meet the male god again, God sent her another good opportunity—her good friends Mr. and Mrs. Wickham came back.

After they stayed in Longbourn for a week, they returned to Rose Manor, intending to return to the barracks with Lieutenant Stoke and the others.

At night, Miss Sulton and Lydia hid in the boudoir, talking privately among women. It is true that she could hardly bear Mrs. Wickham's vulgarity and noise, so she had to force herself to support her.

"It's for you, Ivy." Lydia stuffed a hat to Miss Sulton, "I decorated it myself, and the lace and feathers are all selected from the best. Ivy, I have money, and my father gave it If you pay me a hundred pounds, I won't give George a cent."

"Thank you, Lydia."

Miss Sulton almost wanted to throw her hat out, Lydia Wickham's taste is so bad that it is speechless!

"By the way, you're going to Lizzie's for dinner on Friday?"

"Thanks to your sister and brother-in-law's kindness."

"Should I go with George too?" Lydia said in a normal way.

"You, you're going too?" Miss Sulton, who knew about the grievances between Darcy and Wickham, couldn't be calmer.

"Well, I'd like to go and see Pemberley too. I've heard it's the most beautiful manor in England."

"But, my dear Lydia, Mrs. Darcy, she did not invite anyone."

"Others? Oh, Ivy, why are George and I other people?" Lydia widened her eyes and said proudly, "We are Mrs. Darcy's sister and brother-in-law."

"You're right..." Miss Sulton stopped arguing with Lydia.

That's right, it's the attitude of taking it for granted, treating Pemberley as a place you can step into casually, and treating Mr. Darcy as someone you can casually fight against, completely ignoring the feelings of the host.

These are the lovely relatives that Mrs. Darcy has brought to Mr. Darcy!