[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

"I don't know if my guess is correct, but I believe so - she should be the eldest daughter in the family." Mrs Amber said.

"You guessed it right. As far as I know, Mrs. Bingley is indeed the eldest daughter of the Bennett family." Juliet was a little curious, she held Mrs. Amber's arm tightly, turned her head and smiled, "I don't understand how this has anything to do with her It doesn't matter if you're pitiful or not."

"Her temperament." Mrs. Amber looked around and lowered her voice. "This is usually the temperament of the first child in the family-they often assist adults in doing things, and they have the ability to take responsibility since they were young." , the ability to take care of others. But this temperament will be hidden after marriage, rather than magnified - unless she marries a husband who still needs her to take care of like a child, like a younger sibling - Mr. Bingley is an unmanly Man, it's easy for other people to see that."

Juliet tried to recall what Mr. Bingley looked like, except for his face, which was still as pure as a schoolboy, nothing left a deep impression on Juliet.

"However, this is not useless." Mrs. Amber paused subtly. She looked at Juliet's expression of listening attentively and smiled, "Julie, this may give you some experience worth learning from—Mrs. Bingley It is easy to control her husband. Don't underestimate girls like her, often they have a strong personality under their gentle appearance, which makes their contribution to the family sometimes greater than that of men."

Juliet couldn't help laughing, "Oh, Auntie, even if I admit that what you say is right, it's the truth. Not everyone can meet a husband like Mr. Bingley. This is just a special case."

"You're right. If Jane Bingley met Mr. Darcy, then perhaps she could only be a docile and obedient wife—but there are no absolutes in this world. Controlling and being controlled are, to a certain extent, one thing. You love what I want." Mrs. Amber said softly, "It depends on whether the wife is capable and good at using her weapons; it also depends on whether the husband is willing to be tempted."

At this time they were close to the little daisy, and they only needed to turn half a circle along the path around the hillside to see its main entrance, so Juliet laughed uncontrollably, "Listen to you, Aunt Amber , Marriage is a war, whether you are happy or not depends on whether the other party surrenders or not."

"Oh, Julie, you are wrong," Mrs. Amber suddenly stopped, "Even if you use your appearance and wisdom to control the man not far away, and he is willing to surrender under your skirt, I'm sure you won't be happy either - unless you're genuinely in love with his triple jaw and his fat-eroded head! Oh, hell!" she murmured.

Juliet was also quite shocked to see Mr. Quvis's carriage parked at the door of Little Daisy, and he himself held a long-handled umbrella in his hand, took off his hat and bowed to them in a very graceful way-this scene was quite Dangerous, people are afraid that the small umbrella will not be able to support his weight, causing him to roll down—no one can stop his huge body.

Although the uninvited guest was unwelcome, he cheerfully showed up again at tea time.

The location of the afternoon tea is set in the sunny garden of Little Daisy.

"Mind if I join you?" The good thing about Mr. Traves being fat is that his smile, no matter how you look at it, has a kind of stupid naivety-it's a very relaxing mask.

"You've sat down yourself, sir!" said Mrs. Amber sharply.

She watched with great distress that her delicate and small armchair was stuffed into Mr. Quvis's huge body, and she groaned unbearably.

Juliet could only hide the impolite smile on the corner of her mouth with the teacup.

"Miss, there is a letter from you." Maid Letis came from the garden, and she shyly handed the envelope to Juliet, "The person who picked up the letter in the morning was probably too sloppy, I found it dropped by the side of the road in the flowers."

"Oh, thank you, Lettice." Juliet glanced at the writing on the envelope, and Mrs. Amber found her face suddenly a little puzzled, "I'm afraid I have to accompany you for a while, I want to find a quiet place to read this letter." letter."

"As you please, dear Miss Stocker, you don't have to worry about me," said Mr. Traves with great gallantry—and Mrs. Amber gave him a look, making no secret of her displeasure.

Juliet walked around the house, walked to the other side of the garden, sat down in a clean place by the flower bed, and opened the envelope—even though there was no signature on the envelope, Juliet recognized it belonged to Joyce Carr. handwriting.

She finished reading the letter in a hurry, but she didn't know what expression to show.

The letter probably explains why Mr. Traves found her at Little Daisy: Eleanor overheard a conversation between Joyce and Julian—even though the conversation was not pleasant, Eleanor still Got some information she wanted, and sold it to Mr. Quvis, who had been trying his best to please Julian but never favored him, and the latter had already left London when he learned the news.

Joyce Carr felt deeply remorse for his carelessness to bring Juliet trouble again, so he mustered up the courage to write her this letter, and he worked hard to find something that would help Juliet get rid of Quvis. Evidence of Mr.'s affairs - to make up for his fault.

"He doesn't need to use such a humble tone at all." Juliet said to herself, she read the letter carefully again, carefully folded it again, she sat by the flower bed for a while, thinking of what the letter said Suddenly, I really don't want to go back to the round table with Mr. Quvis.

When he was in London a few months ago, at every ball, Quvis used his huge body to push away the rest of the invitees, although eight times out of ten Juliet declined him politely and sincerely, But the remaining two times were enough to bore Juliet.

Quvis can be regarded as a smart person in this regard. His attack looks fierce at first glance, but his strength is subtle, and his defense is very good. As long as he doesn't clearly express his intention once, Juliet can't understand He expressed his refusal graciously, and those euphemistic and cryptic refusals seemed to have hit his thick fat and relieved his strength.

However, if you don't look for things, things will come to you.

Quvis appeared around the corner of the room holding a half-open rose between his fat fingers, and walking slowly up to Juliet, said, "Dear Miss Stock, allow me to open this delicate flower Give it to you, even though it is not as beautiful as one ten-thousandth of your beauty."

"Oh!" Juliet stood up from the flower bed in surprise, and took two steps back, "You startled me, Mr. Traves." She glanced at the pitiful man pinched in a fat hand Qiangwei said seriously, "Mr. Quvis, I hope this flower is not picked from the garden of Little Daisy, if so, the gardener who loves flowers like his life will be very sad, and he will definitely regard you as a murderer. "

After only a second of embarrassment, Mr. Quvis showed his signature stupid smile again. He stuck the rose in the buttonhole of his jacket, and took out a pearly gemstone necklace from his pocket as if by magic.

He said to Juliet quite complacently, "Dear Miss Stocker, flowers can only complement the temporary beauty of a woman, but only jewelry can add eternal brilliance to a beautiful woman. I am eagerly looking forward to this A necklace that only belongs to the mistress of Quvis can kiss your delicate skin and successfully complete its mission, so that you can add a touch of brilliance to its life."

As he spoke, he was about to hold Juliet's arm, eagerly leaning over to kiss the back of her hand.

"Mr. Quvis, why are you so impatient?" Juliet dodged sensitively, and suddenly smiled, she looked at the gemstone necklace in his hand, "I haven't asked you a word yet, how many girls have you deceived with it? Pure of heart?"

An insulted expression immediately appeared on Quvis's face, but before his thick lips uttered any disgusting words, Juliet had already said, "For those who are smart, have a bit of brains, have a bit of ambition, and desire glory For girls who are rich but somewhat impractical, to be honest, your trick is not bad, and the cost is quite low—this style that has recently become popular in France cost you a lot of money, right?" She looked at it. Looking at Quvis's ugly face, he said again, "Maybe I wronged you, sir, maybe the gem itself was indeed handed down from your mother, but it should really belong to a poor woman who gave birth to your son .”

The fat on Quvez's face suddenly trembled violently, and he said, "I don't understand what you are talking about, miss, if you don't like the position of Quvez's mistress, you can just say it, why spread rumors?" , splash sewage on me?"

Juliet waved her hand disinterestedly, "I really don't like the position next to you, sir. But I don't have to bother to spread rumors for you-you probably know the truth of the facts clearly in your heart. You are completely You can go back to London immediately, and the story of you must have spread by now-that poor Catholic girl is wandering outside the mansion in Quvis with your son in her arms, waiting for you!"

Quvis's face was blue and purple. He suddenly trembled for some reason, and then a look of anger appeared on his face. He tore off the rose flower in the buttonhole and threw it on the ground vigorously, and stomped a few times vigorously. Then he turned around and walked away with heavy steps.

However, Juliet did not show a look of victory. She stared blankly at the ravaged | Qiangwei who was out of shape on the ground, and lost her mind for a while.

Mrs. Amber stood on a high terrace, and from her angle she could have a panoramic view of the whole garden. At this moment, she was a little unhappy and complained to Mrs. Pinkerton beside her, "That young man is a fool Don't you see my poor Juliet standing there alone and sad? How can you be so clueless? I'm so optimistic about him-Abby, this is a chance, if he doesn't come to her, I don't want to be wrong at all He looked at it differently."

"Oh, ma'am, look," interrupted Mrs. Pinkerton, pointing to the corner of the house with some excitement, "he moved!"