[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

Darcy's hands were strong and firm, and he carried Juliet up the stairs without any bumps. Juliet was only paying attention to his ears, not noticing that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer, and the fingers around her shoulders loosened and tightened.

Although Juliet grabbed Darcy's skirt and covered her face, she couldn't see anything.But looking down from Darcy's point of view, I saw a few strands of golden long hair on her slender and graceful neck forming a seductive undulating arc due to sweat, and the honey-colored shiny background became more and more blood-pulling. Zhang's vitality.The soft blond hair, like the thread of Ariadne, rolled over the slender collarbone, leading people's thoughts all the way to the snow mountain covered with veil.

When they arrived at Juliet's room, if Juliet's bed was not soft enough, with Darcy's posture of throwing people down in a hurry, Juliet's wounds somewhere would have been worse.

At this time, Mrs. Pinkerton didn't care about Darcy who was stiff in the room. She thanked her hurriedly, and squatted down beside the bed in a hurry, trying to remove the obstructing boots from Juliet's feet.

Enduring the pain, Juliet struggled to get up, pressed her hands tightly against the hem of the skirt, and Mrs. Pinkerton froze for a moment, unable to react, "Honey, through the boots, I can't tell whether you are seriously twisted. "

But Darcy immediately understood. He glanced at Juliet's hair and the little hand tightly clutched at the corner of the skirt. He obviously didn't see anything he shouldn't see, but he blushed involuntarily. Zhang stretched his fingers hanging by his side, immediately turned and walked out the door, and even closed the door intimately.

Mrs. Amber came upstairs with the maid, and she signaled the maid to bring hot water into the room, but she walked to Darcy.

"I will not thank you for helping us, Mr. Darcy, your credit is not worth the mistakes you made," Mrs. Amber's tone was very sincere, but what she said was not the same thing, "After all, you suddenly Poor Juliet was startled by getting up, and to tell you the truth, I was also taken aback by your action." She seemed to be particularly curious about the young man with an alienated and indifferent expression in front of her, and she asked, "Why did you stand up suddenly at that time? What, Mr Darcy?"

Darcy's fingers couldn't help moving again, and after a long time, he squeezed out a short sentence dryly from his throat, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

Mrs. Amber couldn't help a short laugh, which she swallowed hastily, like a cough that cleared her throat.She is old, but she is probably well-maintained. She is in good health and her ears are very good. At that time, although the farewell sound of Juliet and her companions was far outside the door, it was not unheard, and her sheepskin boots all the way The joyful sound of running into the door—if it was in the past, Mrs. Amber would definitely have criticized it severely, but now, she feels that since Juliet has been training and mastering the skills of etiquette since she was young, she is occasionally lively in the country. It's inevitable to go back, but it was such an occasional indulgence that made Juliet suffer.

It's one thing for her to guess why he got up, but it's another if the young man in front of her is unwilling to admit it.Mrs. Amber decided that even if she was passionate, she should do it instead of letting Juliet taste the helplessness and embarrassment of this emotion.

"You said you came to visit friends nearby?" Mrs. Amber hadn't seen such a young man who would not please the elderly for a long time-especially she had a beautiful unmarried niece.After Mr. Darcy came to visit suddenly, he only said a few words, and the two sat opposite each other. There was a long period of silence in the conversation without saying a word, which made Mrs. Amber deeply feel the pain brought by this etiquette.

"Yes." Darcy didn't notice Mrs. Amber's intention at all, and still dismissed her with one word.

"May I have the honor of knowing the surname of your friend?" asked Mrs. Amber, in a very different manner from before.

"Bingley, ma'am." Darcy paused and then added, "He doesn't belong to the social circle you often come into contact with."

Mrs. Amber thinks it is so interesting. In the story of Haili Town, there is indeed a family of upstarts named Bingley in the nearby Putles Village. Unfortunate things happen again and again.She frowned and thought about all the details she had heard in the church or some lady's afternoon tea, and she asked tentatively, "Mr. Darcy, may I ask, is your friend's wife with you... ...is there any relation?"

Darcy's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly gave the answer, "Ms. Bingley is my former wife's sister."

Mrs. Amber couldn't help but feel sorry for his honesty, she seemed a little surprised, "... Best friends married a pair of sisters? ... It's really as romantic as it is in a storybook."

"Oh, yes." Darcy pursed his lips.

"What a pity, sir," said Mrs. Amber slowly. "Yes, it is a pity."

Darcy gave her a quick, puzzled look.

"Ma'am, the doctor is here." A maid stood in the hall and reported.

"Oh, please come upstairs, Lettice." Mrs. Amber hurriedly concluded this short conversation or question with a final question, "I wonder if you would like to stay and lunch with me, an old lady. ?”

Juliet's ankle was not seriously swollen, probably not as serious as the trauma she suffered from being humiliated in front of outsiders. The doctor in Haili Town promised that as long as she had a good rest for two days, she would soon be back to normal.

Although Darcy didn't change his face, he was still slightly relieved in his heart.

Throughout the lunch, Darcy was keenly aware that Mrs. Amble was not interested in him for a while, but after a sentence or two he would look at him with eyes full of interest, but this interest may come and go quickly. quick.This was the feeling Darcy had seen in certain women--the same indecision and indecision they had had when confronted with a hat in the store which attracted them but which had many faults.

Darcy was choked by his rich associations, he hastily picked up the napkin at hand and wiped his mouth, in order to cover up the embarrassment on his face.

After drinking coffee with Mrs. Amber, Darcy finally couldn't bear to get up and leave. He remembered that in the salon in London, the old lady once wanted to introduce a shy girl to him as his wife.He really didn't dare to guess whether she was thinking of something similar after her eccentric behavior now. Instead of sitting here and watching her bright and sharp gray eyes, it would be better to go back to Bridge and deal with Miss Bingley's pestering. At least the latter has no brains and won't exhaust him physically and mentally.

"I hope it's not me that bores you." Hearing his farewell, Mrs. Amber smiled, with a hint of complacency in her smile--she just said the fact, but Darcy had to deny it.

"Not at all, Mrs. Amber." At this moment, Darcy realized that Juliet's occasional hateful behavior was not without reason.

Standing by the window, watching Darcy's tall back on horseback disappear from sight, Mrs. Amber sighed deeply with an indescribable expression.

Mrs. Pinkerton leaned out of the small activity room and looked at her with amused eyes. "What do you think, ma'am?"

Mrs. Amber glanced at the closed room upstairs before whispering, "There will always be regrets in everything. Can you understand this very regretful feeling, Abby?"

"Oh, I can, ma'am." Mrs. Pinkerton nodded understandingly, "The cabbage bought in the kitchen a few days ago was not eaten in time, and today I found that it was not as fresh as when I just bought it. It's horribly withered."

"Oh, Abby," said Mrs. Amber, with a mild smile, "you're quite right, this young man is a stale cabbage. He's not a very lovely young man, but he's not bad at all." , or well--do you mean the one we had for lunch today? It was quite tasty without the withered parts--he believed in the light, was in good health, had no bad tastes that made people suffer and despise, his appearance, Wisdom, money and status are not lacking, and the most important thing is that he is still young, but it is a pity that he had a short-term marriage because of love-this makes me have to take his emotional factors into consideration, because to a large extent, this The young man will once again rule his marriage because of emotion rather than reason - people tend to make the same mistakes unconsciously. I am quite confused and can't make up my mind. From my point of view, he still has a lot to criticize ——A considerable part of his actions challenged my concept. But he is still very young, and we have to give him room to grow—to be honest, Juliet is her own child, and we are naturally very good in every possible way. Human eyes may not be able to pick out a lot of mistakes."

"That last sentence, which I do not like to agree with in my heart," returned Mrs. Pinkerton cheerfully.

"Let's take a look again." Mrs. Amber was a little perplexed. "Having an unmarried girl in the family is really a worrying thing. I met a lot of young people along the way from London, but I can count them carefully. , there may not be a few cabbages that can compare with this broken leaf! But if--if he can't like Juliet, dear Abby, or if Juliet hates him, then everything I think is completely different. Counting—no point, no result, no need to think about it.”

"Well, do you see anything then, ma'am? About the lad's affection?"

"At this time, I have to admit that I am old and my eyes are not as good as before." Mrs. Amber replied with some displeasure, "Or the young people nowadays are too cunning - I haven't seen any definite information. "

As soon as Darcy's figure appeared within the range of Bridge's sight, the maid who had been ordered to guard informed Miss Bingley who was looking forward to it.

Caroline hastily arranged her appearance in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Her blond curly hair was neatly arranged and neatly pulled to one side, revealing her slender neck. The purple dress just set off her noble appearance temperament.She picked up a collection of poems that she had already prepared, and quickly left the room.

When Darcy finally entered Bridge's hall, Caroline took advantage of the limited time to pose in a pose she thought was the most perfect and most attractive to Darcy's eyes.She reclined lazily and elegantly on the sofa, with one arm lightly resting on the armrest, her chin propped out, while the other hand held up a collection of poems—half of the cover was facing the door, so that both Let Darcy see what she was reading without being covered by a book.

Unfortunately, in fact, Darcy is not attracted to anything, neither books nor people.He walked across the hall without turning his eyes - he felt that he desperately needed a sleep to comfort his tired body and mind.