[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

"Oh! My God! Lydia!" Elizabeth was taken aback. She took a few steps back, turned her head quickly, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's going on here!"

Lydia——it was the tall woman that Juliet saw just now, holding her handkerchief and sniffing her nose loudly twice, "Dear Lizzie, I really don't know what to do except you, I have absolutely nothing to do ...I came back from the beach a few days ago and found that George has become like this...the nearby doctors can't help, but we don't have money, so we can't hire a good doctor," Lydia raised her head, her face painted The white powder was washed mottled by tears, she glanced cautiously at Darcy who was standing in the corner of the door with a gloomy face, and pleaded, "Liqi, please, only you can help me."

Elizabeth held back the disgust in her heart and glanced at the dying man lying on the sofa, and was immediately disgusted by the dark red and festering skin on his face.She hastily turned her head away and calmed down, "It's better to cover his face first."

Lydia pitifully covered George Wickham's face with the tear-stained and crumpled veil.

Elizabeth's heart was full of anger and grievances, and she secretly hated that she had such ignorant relatives who made her lose face in front of Darcy, who couldn't even raise her chest in front of Mrs. Reynolds, but she was reluctant to part with her little sister who lived a hard life. She considered it for a long time , and finally cast his sights on his husband.

Darcy didn't look back at his wife, he said stiffly with a gloomy face, "This is a French sore."

Except for Lydia who was still ignorant, everyone present took a deep breath.

French sore, syphilis, an extremely immoral infectious disease, a sign of disgrace, low character, and moral decay. It is a disease that makes all gentlemen and ladies, and the entire mainstream society, wary and shy away from it.

Hearing the name of the disease, no one doubted it, because the person lying on the sofa was the spokesman for all descriptions of bad moral character. Mrs. Reynolds even looked at Lydia with pity.

"Oh my god, Lydia, have you been feeling unwell recently,...have you developed such a rash?" Elizabeth suddenly remembered something, and found it difficult to say it, but she had to ask.

Lydia shook her head impatiently, and asked urgently, "What is the French sore? Can the doctor cure George?"

Although Darcy was full of disgust for this stupid sister-in-law who had brought countless troubles to Pemberley in the past two years, out of respect for his wife, he said hastily, "I have already called for a doctor." Then he kept silent.

With Darcy's promise, Lydia's heart was mostly relieved, and she was curious about the dance in the hall in a blink of an eye, wondering how to pester Li Qi so that she could rush to the hall to dance a few dances-she hadn't seen it for a long time. She has seen such a big scene before, and her stomach is already burning when she thinks of the desserts and mellow liqueur at the banquet.

But Elizabeth's heart sank suddenly.

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The owner of the ball disappeared for a while, and it didn't have much impact on the people. It still continued lively and lively until midnight.

Juliet, who had already slept in the Pemberley lounge, was awakened by Pemberley's maid, put on her overcoat under Colonel Fitzwilliam's hospitality, and got into the carriage.

For Pemberley and his party, Juliet cannot say that she has no regrets.Although she saw the protagonist, she only saw two of the five sisters in the Bennett family. According to Catherine Bennett, who is still waiting to marry, Jane Bingley has just been diagnosed as pregnant, and this will be her second child. Sister Mary is engaged, and her fiancé is a pastor of Darcy's parish in Derbyshire. At present, Mary is brought home by Mrs. Bennett to help her choose the lace for her wedding.

Bennett's five sisters are almost all going to have their own homes. The story of pride and prejudice is really over.Sitting in front of the dressing table, Juliet looks at herself in the mirror with some wistfulness. This is a real world. Elizabeth, Darcy, even Catherine and Colonel Fitzwilliam, who are just passers-by, are living people. They have their own With her own thoughts and her own life trajectory, the characters who originally only appeared in the story did not bring her a sense of familiarity, but a new kind of strangeness.

The majestic Pemberley felt more boring and strange to her than the hotel she stayed in temporarily, not to mention compared with Bradley, who was full of warmth, love, and full of 17 years of her new life.

Thinking of going home soon, a trace of tender sweetness appeared on Juliet's face.Donna behind her saw it in the mirror, and couldn't help showing a smile.

Donna loosened her soft blonde hair, skillfully rebraided her a loose braid, watched her go to bed, buried herself in the soft quilt, whispered good night, and turned off the light for her. lamp.

In the darkness, the door opened again, and Juliet, with her eyes closed, knew that it was Julian no matter how lightly she moved.Sure enough, after a while, a light footstep stopped by her bed, Julian dropped a kiss on her hair, and not long after, the door was gently closed again.

Compared with the warmth of the Ogden Hotel, the bustling Pemberley was a little more depressing and condensed. In the living room, Lydia had already learned about Wickham's condition and even the cause of the disease from Pemberley's doctor, and she couldn't stop crying Crying, Elizabeth suppressed her impatience to persuade her.

"...No, I don't believe it! I love him so much! This is so ridiculous! He loves me so much too... How could he do such a thing? I know it must be those bitches hooking up George..." Liddy Not only did Ya not stop crying, she even started to make a noise. She suddenly jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the doctor who was talking with Darcy and Colonel Fitzwilliam, and kept shaking him, "Did you read wrong?" ?Yes or no?"

Dr. Merkel is already very old, might as well be pulled by Lydia, and almost stumbled and fell down.Elizabeth and Mrs. Reynolds rushed forward and tore the man off the doctor.

Dr. Merkel shook his head with a sigh, and did not refuse Darcy and Fitzwilliam's farewell, but hurriedly said, "In this state, I can only lie on the bed and dawdle while taking medicine. It is impossible to recover completely. Let fate Let's go!" After finishing speaking, seeing Lydia flaring her fangs and claws with disheveled hair about to rush over again, her dizzy eye circles and scarlet lips were opened wide as if she wanted to eat people, she held the medicine box and went to go outside.

Darcy, of course, apologized, and together with Fitzwilliam politely sent him to the carriage.

Mrs. Reynolds and Elizabeth pushed Lydia back onto the sofa, panting.

She didn't seem to have any strength anymore, she slumped into a ball and slowly slid down from the sofa, finally sat on the carpet, covered her face and curled up into a ball and sobbed.

Elizabeth finally couldn't restrain the impetuousness in her heart, and shouted angrily, "Enough!"

This roar was not the style of a noble lady.However, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief in unison, they were all tormented by this crying and howling mad woman.

Lydia looked up hiccupping.

Elizabeth bent down to help her up, "Go to sleep, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

Lydia seemed to be stunned by Elizabeth's yelling, she nodded meekly, stood up with Elizabeth's support, and Mrs. Reynolds quickly asked a maid to lead them to the upstairs guest room.

When Colonel Fitzwilliam came back, he saw that the hostess and the woman had disappeared from the living room, he finally let out a breath, avoided the mess made by Lydia, sat down on the sofa on the other side, and stretched his hands and feet , loosen the neckline.

"Having a lively wife with a troublesome sister and brother-in-law is not your business, Darcy. I was hearing this affair of yours at parties in London until recently. Hey! Good guy, you are almost out of touch with London's social season, but those old antiques still use you as a negative example for educating their sons, and your marriage has actually attracted many young girls to you." Fitzwilliam Reaching out to pick up the glass, Gu Longlong poured a glass of cold water into his stomach, poured himself another glass, then stood up, patted Darcy on the shoulder and said, "I'm tired too, go to sleep first."

Darcy listened to him and remained silent until the sound of Fitzwilliam's footsteps disappeared for a while, and another slightly lighter footstep sounded on the stairs.

In the past, he was fascinated by this light footstep, thinking that with it, Pemberley would be full of life, but now, he suddenly felt that this footstep was not as pleasant as before, and Pemberley was still as empty as before, even more troublesome There is no more depression, more messy troubles, even before he escapes to his favorite lake in the manor, he will find that the lake water is not as clear as before, and the air is not as fresh as before.

what happened to him?Darcy can't help despising himself in his heart, so is this the real self?How is this different from the playboy he was not used to in the past?What is the essential difference from that Wickham who is lying on the hospital bed?

"Honey," Elizabeth sat where Colonel Fitzwilliam sat just now, her face was calm, but her eyes were filled with uneasiness, "shall we have a good chat?"