[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

"Miss Stock! Didn't expect to meet you here... What are you doing here?"

Seeing the two men who suddenly reined in their horses and stopped in front of them, Emily Barton felt that she had encountered a rare embarrassment in her life. She said a lot of gossip in front of people who knew the owner's family—fortunately, it was nothing embarrassing She felt that this incident made her at least understand one truth, as a pastor's wife, never tell the truth, otherwise God will give you a good look.

She began to look at Miss Juliet Stocker with another eye, and only then did she discover some details that she had overlooked, her posture on horseback, her expression when listening to others, her attitude towards Sir Horton and the major. The indifference, oh, and her well-made white sheepskin boots that showed half of her skirt-Emily Barton wondered how she hadn't noticed this, all pointed to her well-born, well-bred, at least In the same class as Bridge's master.

Juliet wondered what the vicar's wife, whose mind was as lively as her character, was thinking, and she was astonished.Apparently the man on the opposite horse was equally astonished.

Emily Barton noticed that the black-haired man riding on the leading brown horse stared at Juliet for a while before greeting her, and then she felt the man's real eyes quickly sized them up, that feeling ...It's hard to say, Emily felt that she was a little too high on the horse's back, a little dizzy, and a little cold.

"I didn't expect to see you here either. Aunt Amber has a small manor in Haili Town, and I will accompany her here to relax." Juliet replied in surprise, and she looked at the blond man beside him.

Emily Barton has long recognized that this person is Bridge's handsome hostess, whose pale, melancholy face has recently made some unruly young girls in the vicinity restless.

"This is my friend Mr. Bingley," Darcy introduced in a hurry. He didn't wear a hat. Under the circumstances, even with a tense face, there is nothing that would make Juliet feel disobedient.

Juliet nodded to Mr. Bingley, who hurriedly took off his hat and returned the salute.

Darcy saw her sitting on the horseback, her exposed skin showed a completely different healthy radiance a few months ago, and she was also playfully wearing a sky-blue feathered wide-brimmed hat, her pair of natural Just the innocent blue eyes, showing a special beauty in the clear morning breeze in September, I can't help but feel that she is the first time I have seen the sunshine in the cloudy life of these weeks.

He unconsciously softened the lines of his face, "Forgive me for something else, Miss Stock. Please give my regards to Mrs. Amber."

Juliet nodded indifferently, watching the backs of him and Mr. Bingley enter Bridge's gate.

Emily hesitated behind her for a while before driving forward and said, "Shall we go around the lake?"

"Go, why don't you go?" Juliet asked with some doubts, "We made an appointment like this."

Emily glanced secretly at the two young men who were clearly dejected behind her, and suddenly smiled happily.

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"Hey, Darcy, I didn't know that you would know a young girl and greet her." Bingley jumped off the horse and handed the reins into the groom's hand. "That really surprises me. She's a pretty girl."

Darcy frowned, "I'm glad I entertained you, Charles. I'd be more than happy to go and say hello to ten pretty girls if it can get you out of the shadow of sadness."

"Then I really can't imagine it." Mr. Bingley smiled as expected, but at random he said sadly, "You have done enough for me, Darcy, I am so glad to have a friend like you, but I I can't do anything for you. Oh, Jane, if Jane knows that you have sent a doctor all the way from London to save her, she... will be as grateful to you as I am."

Darcy was silent for a while, stroked the horse's back lightly, and said, "I have no doubt."

"Since the death of our little Charles, she has suffered a lot mentally, but for the just born...Elizabeth, she will gradually cheer up. She is a good mother." Bingley's voice was a little choked.

As Bridge's only male master, Bingley can only show real weakness once in the stables, in front of the friends who care about him most.In the first twenty years of his life, his sister's strong dominance and his wife's hidden strength made his personality weak and weak. He was not empty-headed, but like most hesitant people, if someone could do it for him After receiving the Lord, they are not willing to make another plan by themselves.

But until life gave him such unavoidable tribulations, his first eldest son died young.His heart ached, he felt uncomfortable, and he was full of self-blame, but at this moment, there was no one to rely on, no one to listen to him.The older sister was having a headache for her alcoholic husband, the younger sister was worried that she could not find a husband she liked in the past two years, and the wife who had been supporting him gently and firmly for the past two years couldn't bear the blow and fell ill in bed.It was only then that Bingley felt that he was worthless. After all these years, he was still like a child who hadn't grown up. He hadn't even fully assumed the responsibilities of his brother, husband and father.

He didn't realize that Caroline was no longer willing to appear at the London banquet, because she was 24 years old and still unmarried, so she would rather stay with them in the country house, her temper was getting worse; he didn't realize that Jane was pregnant. She was pregnant, and she was still studying the high and difficult factory accounts under the lamp every day; Knowing the first word—until he lay livid in the little coffin.

Even at this time, one of his investments failed, but the client ran away with the money. If not for Darcy's timely help, I am afraid that he would have lost more than the interests of a factory—he may have gone bankrupt, or he may have lost his favorite wife.

Darcy was silent, his eyes deliberately avoided Bingley's painful face that was already crying, and looked into the distance.He has always known the flaws in Bentley, hesitant, indecisive, easy to be led away by others, but he has always appreciated the enthusiasm and simplicity of Bentley.This is a problem that he can't quit - he is easy to see the flaws in a person, but also easy to lose the control of reason and be attracted by things that shouldn't be attracted.

He couldn't say whether Bentley could learn a lesson from this ordeal and grow up, just like himself, and he couldn't tell whether he would never step into a similar river because of an irrational marriage.

But what he can be sure of now is that even if he helps Charles Bentley, he will never marry his sister Caroline, whom he hates so much, because of loyalty and friendship.

Just outside the stables, Caroline Bentley, holding a small umbrella, walked hurriedly but gracefully, twisting her waist and looking for this direction.

"Charles, your sister seems to be looking for you." He said hurriedly.

"Huh?" Bingley was interrupted by him, and raised his face that was blurred by tears in a daze.

Darcy felt that this was probably the first time in his life that he had run away, and he quickly got on his horse, "I need to visit an old friend, Charles, I'm sorry that I may not be able to have dinner with you today."

It was about seeing the divorced Darcy again in Bridge, which rekindled Caroline's hope for marriage. She always thought that she was much better than Elizabeth Bennett. She read a lot and could play the piano. Can draw, can embroider and keep a house, and Elizabeth is just a country girl who has read some books.Since Darcy can fall in love with a Bennett who is neither beautiful nor wealthy, why doesn't he have a chance to become a baroness?

But she saw the tall figure jumping out of the stables and galloping out of Bridge, and eagerly took a step forward, so that all the good qualities that hadn't had time to show were choked by the dust raised by the horse's hooves. Unrecognizable.

She threw down the umbrella in her hand angrily, poohed twice, spit out the dust in her mouth, and glared at Bentley who was standing in the stable weeping and was still in a daze, "Charles, if you have a little bit of willingness to care about me I shouldn't let this great opportunity slip by. Do you want me to stay forever in Bridge as an old lady who doesn't care about, and then quietly take care of your house for the rest of my life?"

After finishing speaking, she ran away wiping her tears, leaving only Mr. Bingley who was in a dilemma again—he just swore to be a good brother, but at the same time, he also decided to stand firmly on his side forever and ever. Best friend around.

No matter how Bingley complains that God always brings him unsolvable problems, Mr. Darcy still has no choice but to visit Little Daisy.

So, when Juliet was sweating profusely and just ran into the living room with her skirt in her hands, a figure who stood up from the sofa and was so close at hand suddenly stopped her in fright, and her center of gravity was unstable. With a loud bang, Juliet fell to the ground all of a sudden.

In an instant, the living room was silent for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Darcy reacted quickly, he bent down quickly, and stretched out his hand to help Juliet who fell to the ground.

Juliet blushed, stared at him for a few seconds, turned around suddenly, ignored his outstretched hand, and buried her face tightly in the arms of Mrs. Pinkerton who came to help her, How can also refuse to come out.

Mrs. Amber was still in shock, she stroked her chest and asked Mrs. Pinkerton to help Juliet up.It's a pity that Juliet couldn't exert herself at all—her ankle seemed to be sprained when she fell, and her buttocks and buttocks, which were heavily on the ground, also hurt hotly all the way to the spine of her tail.

Darcy watched the elderly Mrs. Pinkerton toss for a long time, unable to lift Juliet up from the ground, and at the same time unable to take care of Juliet's awkwardness in her arms, while a young woman in the living room The maid stands aside, sometimes gets up, sometimes bends over but can't do anything - the scene is quite comical.After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally bent down, inserted one hand into the bend of Juliet's leg, held her shoulder with the other hand, and gently pulled her out of Mrs. Pinkerton's arms——Juliet had already I was hugged by him.

"Oh!" Mrs. Amber seemed to be even more frightened. She gave Darcy a strange look, and finally pointed upstairs, "Mrs. Pinkerton, please bring Mr. Darcy back to Juliet. her room."

Juliet wanted to cry, but she didn't want to expose her blushing face to others, so she finally couldn't help but grabbed Darcy's coat, turned her head and buried her hot face inside, as if this could cover up all the embarrassment .