[Pride and Prejudice] Dear Lydia

Mr. Pitt returned to Netherfield after dark, very unhappy and weary.

"George, I thought you went to Marlborough to fetch Lydia, but you didn't! Where have you been? Why are you so late?" asked Miss Mallard.

"How do you know I didn't go to Marlborough?" Mr. Pitt moved his sore neck as he spoke. He kept his head sideways in the carriage and talked to the baroness for more than an hour, feeling his neck It's all going to twist.

"Because I saw your father's coachman just now, and he said he was just taking Mrs. Wickham back to Longbourne from Marlborough," replied Miss Mallard.

"How did Dad know that she went to Marlborough alone?" Mr. Pete was caught in an accident halfway and failed to pick up Lydia. His chest was already tight enough, and he didn't want to have more troublesome things waiting for him.

"I told him," Miss Mallard shrugged, "I can't favor one person over another. If you ask, you can say it. Your Excellency the Earl won't say anything. Besides, I thought you would definitely not let go of such a good opportunity, and would rush there early." Woolen cloth!"

"I went, but I ran into Fiona on the way," Mr. Pete rubbed his forehead in annoyance, "I didn't know she was so difficult! Lois, I have a headache, so I went upstairs to rest."

Miss Mallard asked him from behind, "George, would you like someone to bring you something to eat? Lydia..."

Mr. Pitt interrupted without looking back, "No, thanks, Lois, I have no appetite at the moment."

"...I always say you look a little thinner." Miss Mallard finished the sentence.

Mr. Pete stopped, and turned his head a little stiffly, "Then send some up."

Miss Mallard curled her lips quietly, thinking that she could persuade him to eat like this.By analogy, in the future, can I also persuade him to go to bed early, take a walk, tell jokes, or even give my cousin a gift...

When Mr. Peter went upstairs, he saw his beautiful father standing at the door of the study with a slight smile and looking at him, "George, you are not moving fast enough, and you are not as quick as my coachman. This is not allowed. Slow down when it is urgent." How can you please a woman if you swallow it!"

"Dad," said Mr. Pete with a serious expression, "thank you for reminding me. In fact, I was delayed by an unexpected incident on the way. Please rest assured that I will definitely prevent this from happening next time."

"Next time? Stop it!" Earl Chatham frowned, then smiled again, "You are quite serious, George, do you have to compete with your father in this matter?"

Mr. Pitt did not answer, but kept his serious face.

"Oh, this is really embarrassing," the Earl of Chatham said softly as if talking to himself, "it stands to reason that sons are more important than women, but..." His eyebrows and eyes, which were so delicate as if drawn, lowered and looked at his feet The ground, seemingly in deep thought, "...this woman is a little different."

"What's the difference?"

The Earl of Chatham raised his eyes and looked straight at his son with raised eyebrows, "She is very fond of me!"

Mr. Pete pursed his lips, "Dad, I can understand, because I also feel the same way. I have always believed that fathers are of course more important than women, but this woman is different."

The Earl of Chatham took a serious look at his son for a while, then changed his expression casually, and waved his hand, "George, why bother arguing over such a matter, show some manly demeanor, and ask the lady to decide for herself. However, I want You promise in advance that no matter what the outcome of this matter is, it will never affect the relationship between our father and son!"

Although he has always been obsessed with painting and is not the most interested in women, the Earl of Chatham is well aware of his charm. Even if he is not the Earl, few women can refuse him, so he dares to say such words with confidence.

"Okay, Father, if she chooses you, then I have nothing to say; but if she chooses me, I hope you don't mind." Mr. Pete was not afraid.

"No problem, my son."

There was a not-so-pleasant conversation between the father and son, but Mr. Pete felt at ease, and it was good to talk things out, he was never afraid of challenges.

On the other side, Lydia returned to Longbourn with a heavy heart. When she got the news, she was almost certain that Mr. Allen was entrusted by George Pete to negotiate terms with Wickham, but after listening to Wick Mr. Mu's next analysis, which sounded like that, and the Earl's carriage appearing there in due course, made her doubt her own judgment.

After a night of tossing and turning, Lydia sent a servant to send a message to Miss Mallard early the next morning, asking her to come to Longbourne as soon as possible to discuss important matters!

After the letter was delivered, Lydia began walking up and down the living room, circling in circles, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the only friend who could explain her doubts.

"Baby, sit down for a while, turning around like this makes me dizzy." Mrs. Bennet couldn't stand her.

"Mom, I'm so anxious that I can't sit still."

"What are you in a hurry for?"

"I'm waiting for Lois, why did I send a letter to call her in the morning, but she hasn't come yet!"

Mrs. Bennet didn't know why, "Since you are anxious to see Miss Mallard, why don't you go to Netherfield to find her yourself. Our carriage is idle this morning."

Lydia remained silent. No matter how strong her nerves were, she couldn't go to Netherfield's door at this time.

The eagerly awaited Miss Mallard finally arrived two hours later at a leisurely pace.

Lydia picked her up and walked out, "Lois, honey, let's go for a walk in the woods."

Miss Mallard struggled, "No need, I just came in from the outside." Unfortunately, her objection was ineffective, and Lydia dragged her out in one go.

Walking in the undergrowth behind Longbourne's house, Miss Mallard denied it, "Lydia, I swear to God, I never told anyone about your intentions! It's your reputation, how can I?" You may talk nonsense!"

"Are you sure you didn't mention it inadvertently! For example, when joking and chatting?" Lydia asked.

"No!" replied Miss Mallard seriously. "I don't joke about such things!"

"Really not?"

"Guaranteed not!"

"Hey, what's going on?! Lois!" Lydia rubbed her forehead, "I have a headache."

Miss Mallard was very calm, "Relax, relax, this is not a bad thing, you just have to wait and see, whoever is the first to woo you in the future will be the one behind the scenes!"

Then he joked, "I feel the same way as Mr. Wickham, I am so surprised and admired that you have such a charm, tell me quickly, which gentleman did you fall in love with before you charmed my cousin? "

"Oh, Lois," Lydia groaned, "you stop making fun of me! I owe a lot of money, a lot of money! I don't even know who the creditor is What if it is someone with ulterior motives!"

Miss Mallard rubbed her chin, "Speaking of which, it seems like an aristocratic way."

"Why? This is obviously an idea I came up with."

"Come on, Lydia, although your idea is weird, it's not so weird that others can't think of it. In this world, you are not the only woman who wants to get rid of her husband, and there must be many women who have taken a fancy to others. Rich wives, they will also use their brains to think of ideas. Maybe someone has already implemented this method. The reason why I say it looks like an aristocratic method is because Mr. Allen was obviously entrusted by others. You must know that the commission fee for doing this kind of thing will never be low, and it is difficult to find a reliable client. Generally, only those who are distinguished and disdain to negotiate by themselves will choose this money."

"Do you think so?" Lydia felt a little dizzy, and pointed to the long wooden chair under the tree in a panic, "Lois, let's sit over there."

She has been intermittently dizzy since yesterday, and from time to time she has a bewildering thought: Might Mr. Wickham really guess it!

The author has something to say: Little short chapter, don’t be disgusted, there are too many troubles recently, and I deeply experience the troubles of life every day, and I don’t have the energy to code... I hope next week Can recover!

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We will definitely give our heroine a happy ending as soon as possible!

Due to the author's turbulence and obsessive-compulsive disorder, I always feel that it's too fake to open my golden fingers. I'm sorry for such a classic masterpiece, so the heroine's life is not easy, and there must be a happy ending.