[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

Sunday morning.

On the stairs in the house, there were footsteps that made Miss Bingley ecstatic again. They were not slow or hurried, and every step seemed to be stepping on her heart calmly.She moved a little restlessly on the sofa, but then she glanced at the person sitting opposite.

Jane Bingley was sitting opposite her, looking at her sharply and thoughtfully.She had just recovered from a serious illness, her face was pale, and her figure was not so thin as a woman who had just given birth. At this moment, she was wearing a long black dress with a high neckline around her neck and a blanket on her knees. It looked shockingly weak, but her straight back was full of indomitable tenacity. Such a strange and harmonious contradiction created a unique beauty of Jane Bentley.

Darcy went downstairs with several written letters in his hand. He put the letters in the pile of letters sent every day, and nodded solemnly to the two ladies in the living room.

This was the first time Jane saw Darcy after the incident at Pemberley, and she had mixed feelings, including complaints, guilt, and endless gratitude.If she regards him as Elizabeth's ex-husband, she is afraid of his ruthlessness-although she knows in her heart that from Mr. Darcy's point of view, it is benevolent to compensate a large sum of money, but her emotions are out of control As long as I think of my sisters who have gone abroad, and the Bennets and Lydia who moved their family to Wales, I think he is the executioner who tore her happy family apart; however, as Bentley's friend, Darcy Mr. is impeccable, it is he who saved their precarious life, and also saved her dying life after dystocia due to excessive grief.

Just when she was hesitating whether to stand up and thank Darcy, Bingley came in from the door and said, "It's time."

So the two ladies stood up from the sofa.Today, even Miss Bingley, who loves bright clothes, wears a conservative black dress.After the church service, the pastor of Haili Town will give a simple condolence to Charles, who is lying quietly in the old churchyard,

Juliet stared at the small tomb in the corner of the cemetery, and next to her ears, the priest, Mr. Barton, was reading the eulogy in a sentimental tone, and every sentence was full of emotions.

Emily was first moved to tears by her husband.Once the emotion is released, it is completely out of control.Jane had already covered her face and fell into Bingley's arms. Seeing this grief-stricken mother, everyone felt uncomfortable, and the grief was infected one by one. When Mr. Button stopped his cadenced eulogy, he felt depressed. Already the sobs of his voice echoed in the quiet cemetery.

"He must be a very fine little angel," said Mrs. Amber softly, standing beside Juliet. "Too good to bear the world, so God called him back again."

After the mourning ended, the crowd began to disperse in twos and threes.

Juliet walked slowly past the tombstones in the churchyard, and just as she stopped in front of a certain tombstone, she heard a familiar footstep stopping beside her.She raised her head and was not surprised to find Mr. Darcy's serious face. She only glanced at it, and then turned her attention to the tombstone in front of her.

"He went to another world to laugh." Darcy slowly read the inscription Juliet was looking at.

"Death is a sad thing for the living," Juliet said suddenly, "but for the dead, it may be liberated and happier in another world."

Darcy turned his head and stared at her for a while, "Miss Stoke, your tone is very sure..."

"Just talking casually, but I'm willing to believe so." Juliet smiled at him with some embarrassment, she suddenly turned her head and looked, "I'm going to find my aunt, you are welcome to join us this afternoon Drink tea, Auntie seems to miss you very much."

After speaking, she left in a hurry.

Darcy looked at the tombstone for a while, but didn't notice any meaning from it.

"Mr. Darcy," but just as he was about to leave, Miss Bingley stopped him behind him.Her complexion is unusual, with a bit of melancholy, her slender and delicate eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the low-key and conservative black dress on her body makes her look less like a hen showing off and clucking around.

Darcy waited sideways for her to approach, "Miss Bingley." He didn't move except for a small nod of his head—he didn't stretch out his arm to wait for Miss Bingley's to come up, and he didn't turn around completely. Come face to face with her.

Miss Bingley inevitably felt a little discouraged, she looked at Juliet's back, "My instinct has always told me that God has not favored me, if I continue to show you my advantages, then I will soon become a joke. Mr Darcy, you like her, don't you?"

Darcy's jaw tightened suddenly, and he felt his chest tremble violently, "Don't make it up."

Miss Bingley suddenly bit her lower lip when she heard his dry voice of denial, shaking her shoulders and laughing, "How ridiculous, Mr. Darcy. I was also the first to discover your hidden emotions more than two years ago. I asked, too - perhaps not so directly. But how straightforward your answer was - you told me so generously that you were infatuated with Elizabeth Bennett's black eyes. Now, I seem to feel the same but it has been denied. Me, and Miss Stocker, we are born with wealth, status, and beauty, and yet in the eyes of you men who are noble, it is this wealth And status makes us look banal compared to those little rebellions of the Bennetts - we are wildflowers everywhere and they are the breeze that blows across the prairie. I have always suspected that the Bennetts may have witch blood Otherwise, how could the lady in their family bewitch the men? You too, and Charles too. I am in my own home, but I am restrained by an outsider. Charles is no longer my brother. , he now has only one identity, which is Jane's husband!"

"You're too emotional." Darcy said unhappily. He turned to leave, not intending to continue to listen to her dissatisfaction with himself and Bingley. Hearing his own folly.

But Miss Bingley was unwilling to let him go, she ran two steps quickly, and forced her hand into Darcy's arm, she whispered, "Since you think you don't like Miss Stoke, then you Always a wife. I know you never liked your aunt calling the shots—why don't you hurry up and pick one yourself?"

"Have you read my letter?" Darcy stopped suddenly.Although they were between the tombstones and still some distance away from everyone's ears, their eyes were not restricted, so he did not shake off Miss Bingley's arm, but just looked at her coldly.

"For my happiness, I always have to grasp every detail." Miss Bingley flinched, and then continued nonchalantly, "I am already 24 years old. I know that my status is not high in the upper class, but I am richer than some down-and-out aristocratic ladies - men who are too good don't look down on my money, and I don't look down on men who are not good enough to only look at my money. That's how I passed the pick and choose It's my age, and it's someone's turn to find fault with me. Mr. Darcy, I'm not afraid to say that I was really excited for a while when I heard the news of your divorce and the reason, thinking that my chance had come—but things developed a little It didn't develop as I thought. I must have read more books than Elizabeth, but it may be of different types. What I want to tell you is that I am not stupid, Mr. Darcy-don't underestimate any of them. Women, apart from being born with bad brains, no woman is a fool, only if she is willing to be a fool. I clearly understand your dislike, but I urgently need a marriage that can get me out of this family— —Do you understand? I can't bear to be in the same room with Jane Bingley. She has been using her kindness to contrast my irrationality and her gentleness to contrast my domineering. More and more obscure eyes.—I am a vain woman, and you are my best target."

"Miss Bingley, I sympathize with your situation and admire your brave frankness," Darcy said indifferently, "but when you go round and round for your purpose, I will not give The answer you want, let alone your straightforward analysis of your purpose. I don't need to put myself in a sympathetic predicament because of momentary sympathy."

"For Charles' sake, no?"

"No."

"I see!" Miss Bingley's complexion suddenly turned ugly. She used great courage and confessed her heart. Darcy was still unmoved, but she quickly acted as if nothing had happened, " As before, I have no reason to offend a promising friend for this. Let me take your arm and go back, Mr. Darcy. I have to hold my head before Jane Bingley--who keeps her in the dark Why don't you tell me not to think about you? Just like you can only be Elizabeth's!"

"I don't belong to anyone." Darcy's tone was a little angry, but his eyes couldn't help but quickly caught a figure in the crowd.

"What are you looking at, Aunt?" Little did Juliet know that after she had gone, there was a conversation involving her.She tightened the shawl around her body, walked to Mrs. Amber, and found that she was standing alone under a tree, her eyes were staring at a certain place, and her face was half covered by the black veil of the hat. Excited look.

"I'm looking at a relationship, which is quite interesting," she replied, "where the seemingly weak party dominates the seemingly strong party."

Juliet looked in the direction she indicated, and saw people shaking hands or hugging Jane one by one.

"Have you finished watching?"

"Yes, some of the inscriptions are very interesting," replied Juliet.

"Then let's go." Mrs. Amber sighed suddenly, and walked towards Jane and Bingley, who were surrounded by a group of people, and stretched out her hand to shake Jane's hand, "Please forgive me."

"Thank you, ma'am." Except for the pink eye circles, Jane has regained her composure, but the sadness emanating from Mr. Bingley's body can't be concealed at all. His eyes are dull, and when people talk to him, he is afraid of slowing down , then nodded blankly - and probably didn't listen much.

"Poor girl," said Mrs. Amber suddenly, on the way back to Little Daisy, "it's not what I imagined."

"Who do you mean?" asked Juliet. "Lady Bingley?"