don't touch my darcy

"Did my sister mention Mr. Bingley? In my impression, he is really an amiable person." In order to ease the atmosphere and mood, Wickham asked deliberately.

"Of course it was mentioned, Jane said that Mr. Bingley is considering buying Netherfield Manor, so that they can live there every summer and visit their parents at any time, oh, how I wish I could have a house of my own!" Lily Dia screamed in frustration, dropped the letter, grabbed Elizabeth's skirt, and couldn't help shaking it coquettishly, "Lizzie, I beg you, talk to Mr. Darcy, find a new position for George, at least not Running here and there. You see, there was a very good opportunity, but he took care of Mr. Reed instead of his brother-in-law for nothing!"

Elizabeth remained calm, and when she finished yelling for a while, she didn't answer immediately, but turned her eyes to Wickham, "Lydia, are you mistaken, your husband doesn't like being a priest at all, if he wants to , he has had an early chance of being a good clergyman, with the vicarage and salary you wish for."

"Huh, is that so? You don't like being a priest?" Lydia Huo turned her head and stared at Wickham, "Why did Lizzie know, but I never heard you mention it?"

After meeting Elizabeth's eyes, and seeing the teasing expression on her lips that was half a smile but not a smile, Wickham knew clearly that she was referring to the one thousand pounds he had offered to Mr. Darcy in exchange for the priesthood promised by Mr. thing.

In front of discerning people, how could he lie, so he coughed awkwardly, and said falteringly: "Well, yes, you know, I'm not good at preaching, and I think maybe the army... is more suitable I..."

"But it's not for me! George, I'm your wife, you have to think about me!" Lydia jumped up anxiously, and entangled Elizabeth again, "Lizzie, I don't care, you have to be in Darcy Sir, say a good word for George, if not a clergyman, any other position--"

"This won't work, Lydia!" Elizabeth decisively cut off Lydia's nagging.

The latter was taken aback, seeing her sister's serious attitude, a little scared, but more resentful, "Why not, Lizzie, this is not difficult for Mr. Darcy, is it?"

Elizabeth left her again, and said to Wickham, "How long have you been in this army, Mr. Wickham?"

"Six months? Uh, it should be five and a half months?" Although it was just a few words and a few glances, Wickham had fully understood Elizabeth's attitude.

After stimulating Miss Darcy today, I am afraid I would never even think about getting benefits from her.

Not only did this aunt flatly reject her sister, but she also wanted to show herself to "take the initiative" to thank Master Pemberley for her kindness, so that she would not fall out with Lydia.

And if he is smart enough, he should act according to Mrs. Darcy's suggestion, otherwise the worst result is to completely lose the favor of his dear sister and brother-in-law, and may even lose his military post!

Wickham lowered his head. In addition to being depressed, no matter how brazen he was, it was impossible for him to be without a little bit of shame in front of a woman who had already seen through him from the skin to the bone.

But Elizabeth didn't intend to just let him go, but asked closely: "Darcy begged Colonel Elvis for this position. You also expressed satisfaction at the time, but you will give up in less than half a year. I'm sorry Wei Wei." Kem, Lydia, I think I must maintain my husband's credit."

"But, Lizzie, what's the point of being a junior officer?" Lydia's confidence was a little lacking, but she still argued reluctantly.

"Then what do you think is the best thing to do besides priests and soldiers?" Elizabeth asked, staring at Wickham again.

Wickham clasped his fists and rested his chin, his cheeks twitched, but he was speechless after all.

"And you, what do you think of Colonel Brighton?" Elizabeth asked Lydia again.

"Colonel Brighton? Oh, of course he is a very respectable man. He leads an entire regiment and has a salary of seven hundred pounds a year!" Lydia thought of her old friend in Meryton, Immediately exclaimed enviously.

"Colonel Brighton entered the army as a musketeer, and you are a second lieutenant, Mr. Wickham. Colonel Brighton once praised your intelligence, and he is a respectable man. Hope he's not mistaken."

"Yes, sister, you are right..."

Wickham's mouth felt parched, and though he had never said a word at all, yet he found it difficult to utter a word, in Elizabeth's presence, with her penetrating, determined eyes examining him.

She is still the smart and sharp Elizabeth Bennett, but she is no longer the Elizabeth Bennett who is ignorant of the world and easily deceived by sweet words.

She is Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy, a more intelligent and cruel woman!

At this moment, in her heart, family interests are more important than sisterhood, there is no doubt about this.

When Elizabeth and Wickham returned to the living room, although Lydia's expression was still a little bit unconvinced, she finally held her sister's arm affectionately.

Wickham followed behind the two ladies. He still had a handsome posture and a gentle expression, but his brows were slightly lowered, and he seemed not very energetic.

Darcy was very nervous. He was absent-minded when he was talking to the guests just now. He knew that Lizzie called the Wickhams to say something, but he had no idea what she would say and what would happen after she finished speaking. result.

The eviction order was issued upstairs just now, and it was also out of love for Georgiana on the spur of the moment. He was really worried and anxious. Lizzie turned against her sister because of this matter and resented herself.

However, the situation in front of him seems to be okay?

When Darcy was feeling uneasy, Elizabeth just gave him a glance. Darcy soon understood that it was his wife who reassured him, and everything was handled properly by her.

After the three sat down, Elizabeth first offered her apology, and then joked that she hoped that Mr. Darcy's silence would not have left the guests cold. After all, he had said more today than in a week.

Her humor won good-natured laughter from the whole room, and the atmosphere became lively again.

Mrs. Sulton wanted to show off her daughter's talents, so she urged Miss Sulton to play a lighthearted tune as a reward for the host's hospitality.

When Mrs. Darcy and Mrs. Wickham left, Miss Sulton and Mr. Darcy had a very pleasant exchange. At the moment, they were still full of emotions, and they were a little dizzy from the sweetness. After hearing their mother's suggestion, of course they stood up without thinking. stand up.

But as soon as she got up, she saw a tall, slim and beautiful girl approaching slowly from the stairs. Miss Darcy, who was forced to leave the table an hour ago, couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Darcy couldn't sit still anymore, rushed forward to hold his sister's hand, and asked nervously: "What's the matter? Georgiana, didn't you, uh, say you had a cold and a headache and fell asleep just now?"

Miss Darcy smiled shyly, "I woke up just after you and Lizzie left, and I feel much better. I'm sorry for worrying everyone, so let me talk about a song for you, of course, I will definitely play it." Not as good as Miss Sulton."

"Well, are you really okay?" Darcy was both worried and surprised.

Judging from Georgiana's tone, could it be that she overheard all the conversation between herself and Lizzie in front of her bedroom door just now?

She reluctantly went downstairs, not only because she didn't want to worry about herself, but also because she wanted to prevent Lizzie from doing unreasonable and embarrassing things?

Like Darcy, who was astonished beyond measure, was Elizabeth's Wickham.

The former was in the same mind as her husband, first full of surprise, then understanding, and gratitude; while the latter couldn't believe that this naive and fragile girl had the courage to face herself?

It is true that her eyes are still avoiding, but she is absolutely standing in front of him!

Before Darcy answered his sister's question, someone in the living room had already taken the lead in applauding.

Everyone looked for the reputation, and saw Lancer Sulton looking at Miss Darcy with admiration and encouragement. The latter's slightly pale cheeks were also dyed with a thin blush the moment he lowered his head. Looking back at Lancer, he walked quickly to the piano and sat down with his back facing him.