[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

The morning sun shines on Darcy's eyelids through the curtains, waking him up from his sweet and dark sleep.He moved, raised his free right hand and pinched his forehead.He turned his head slightly from the pillow, and gently kissed Juliet's forehead, which was still dreaming soundly.She seemed a little impatient, twitched her delicate eyebrows, and buried her head deeper into Darcy's neck.

Having been together day and night for nearly half a year, Darcy was well aware of Juliet's habit of sleeping late, so he carefully pulled his arm out from under her head, and got off the bed lightly.

Losing a source of warmth did not affect Juliet at all. Darcy watched helplessly as she turned around, buried her head in the bed, and found a comfortable position, revealing a large white and greasy face. Beautiful back.So he had no choice but to bend over and cover her with the quilt again.

When Juliet wakes up from her sweet dream, Darcy is no longer around her.She got dressed and walked out of the room with some disinterest.

She was completely unfamiliar with Pemberley, and had no immediate interest in seeing it.She walked sleepily along the delicate corridor filled with statues to the middle of the stairs.

"Oh, ma'am, you're awake." A young maid in the hall was wiping the goldware with a white cotton cloth. Seeing her coming down the stairs, she greeted her immediately.

Juliet had seen her before, and could still vaguely recall her name, "Good morning, Mei?" Seeing that there was no surprise on her face, Juliet knew that there was nothing wrong with the name.

"Breakfast is ready in the kitchen, ma'am." Mei put the cotton cloth behind a vase and wiped her hands on the apron. "Where do you want to eat?"

"And Mr. Darcy?" asked Juliet.

"Sir, he went to London early in the morning."

Juliet was a little surprised, but said nothing.

The breakfast was cooked delicately, but Juliet noticed that her appetite was not very good, so she ate a small piece of fried egg in a hurry, and then dealt with the breakfast.

Mrs. Reynolds appeared a little later.She was not surprised to see Juliet eating breakfast at this hour, but she was a little dissatisfied with her appetite, "You have to eat more, madam." She took off her going hat from her head and explained to Juliet, "Da Mr. See is in a hurry to go to London, and he left you a letter in his study."

Juliet responded and asked, "Where is his study?"

Mrs. Reynolds paused, and immediately realized that Mrs. Darcy in front of her was not familiar with her home.She looked at Juliet's tired face again, and was a little unsure whether to introduce her to the building. She suspected that she didn't have the strength to browse the building.

Juliet saw her hesitation, "Just tell me where the study is, Mrs. Reynolds."

"The one next to a small staircase in the southeast corner of the third floor, madam."

Juliet thanked her and said that she really couldn't eat anymore, maybe the exhaustion of the journey affected her appetite today.

Darcy's explanation in the letter is the same as Juliet's guess. He decided to go to London to avoid rumors that the two policemen did not keep their promises.He didn't mention the idea that Karl was the murderer again, although Juliet could still see his disdain for Karl from his lines.

The quarrel yesterday seemed to be gone. At the end of the letter, he still told Juliet to rest in a very restrained and emotional tone, and he was free to browse the books in his study.

For Juliet, it is really a good thing that Darcy leaves Pemberley at this time.Although the two seem to have reached a settlement - in Juliet's way - problems remain.The reasons for their quarrel—his prejudice against Carl, the accusation of her perfunctory attitude can be completely ignored, and it was his last question that made Juliet most uneasy—she couldn’t forget his last somewhat indifferent expression, really. Make her shudder.

So far, the marriage has felt better for Juliet than she imagined.There may be many embarrassing practical problems that she couldn't imagine before marriage, but as long as she gets used to it, she can handle it completely.Darcy was a good husband, knowledgeable and considerate enough to make wives respect and adore him.

However, yesterday his genius did indeed scare her.It never occurred to her that the word "love" needed to be mentioned between them—it made her feel, for a moment, that Darcy was absurdly childish.After the shock, she couldn't laugh anymore, because maybe she was confused by his thoughtfulness and enthusiasm for the past six months, and even felt that he seemed very hurt for a moment-it was the hurt after his feelings couldn't be responded, so As for her feeling a little guilty for such a long time in the afternoon.

She looked at the letter, and tried hard to get a glimpse of admiration, but after a while, her mind seemed to be a little confused, and her eyelids were heavy. She felt that maybe she didn't get enough sleep, which caused her slow thinking. A startling answer, and a foolish search for evidence.She needs a little time to think about things and organize her thoughts. Anyway, Darcy will not come back for several days, which is enough.Thinking of this, she immediately stuffed the letter into a book at hand, stood up, and didn't want to think about these troublesome problems any more.What she needs most is another sleep, and she can't figure out which room really belongs to her, so she simply walks back to Darcy's bedroom, and climbs into the big bed that she has become familiar with last night in a daze .

Pemberley is quite a distance from London, and it took Darcy three days to reach London on horseback.He didn't waste time washing and resting, and found the Redding family's mansion according to the address. Surprisingly, the Redding family had already held a second funeral.

In the cemetery behind the church, Darcy met Carl standing in front of the cemetery.He was gaunt and stubbled, and even his brilliant blond hair seemed to have lost its luster.When he heard the footsteps and turned back to see Darcy, his eyes lit up for a moment.

"She didn't come." Darcy reluctantly saw through his thoughts, slowed down and approached him.Darcy was also speechless at the unexpected outcome of the matter, and could only say, "Sorry, Mr. Karl."

Carl twitched the corners of his mouth, "There's no need to say such polite words, Mr. Darcy." He looked at the new tomb, "I'm relieved. She is a complete lunatic, and a pitiful and sad girl. .”

Darcy frowned, he didn't say anything, he just took off his hat and saluted the new grave.The outcome of the matter was beyond his expectation. In fact, before Inspector Brian returned to London with his latest reliable evidence, the matter had already been revealed.

No one is the murderer——Mr. Redding died by suicide. He probably knew that he didn't have much time left. According to the servant's testimony, it seems that his health suddenly deteriorated after a certain time, and he often had sex with his daughter. contradiction.A few days ago, after he had another quarrel with Miss Redding, he was ashen-faced and extremely depressed. The only topic he opened his mouth was to ask about the medicine he was taking to help him relieve pain and calm down. The medicine is Verona.According to the detective's deduction, he probably got up and ate about ten times the usual amount without anyone noticing.

As for Miss Redding herself, after learning the truth, she lost control of her emotions for a while, and committed a problem with alcoholism, and died of alcohol poisoning that night.

The matter came to an end, and fortunately Juliet was not involved, and now that Darcy's purpose in coming to London had been accomplished, he decided to return to Pemberley immediately without making any stops.

But Karl refused to let him go easily, he stopped him behind his back, "Based on the relationship between you and me, why don't you talk to me, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy replied coldly, "You have nothing to do with me, what can we talk about?"

"I'm surprised you don't sound guilty when you say that." Carl looked straight into his eyes, which matched his memory exactly, "Mr. Darcy, although I haven't heard of you before." My name, but your face is always in my mind, I can't forget the person who took Juliet away from me - and then he took her away forever. I don't know what to sigh The magic of fate is still to mourn its injustice."

Darcy's lips were tightly pressed together, he took a deep breath with some restraint, and said, "If I were you, Mr. Carl, I would never lament fate, but would never, never, never have the face to mention it. What a despicable and unforgivable thing I have done!"

Carl immediately laughed—this smile was a little ironic and uninhibited, which might fascinate women, but it made Darcy hate him even more.

"Your moral sense is really daunting." Carl said cynically, "I think you must be disappointed. Juliet is not a well-behaved girl. She doesn't like saints."

Darcy decided not to listen to his irritating nonsense, and turned away.

"Juliet is very similar to Eleanor. In fact, I should have known it when I first saw Eleanor, so I took care of her like this, but all this became the source of tragedy. I seemed to be her The pourer of all emotions—but this is an illusion." Carl suddenly said, "Juliet may not be as sick as her, but there is still something in common—they are not lacking in emotion, but they are also incapable of love."

Darcy paused, frowning tightly, but stopped uncontrollably.

Carl seemed to be in desperate need of a listener. He seemed to be immersed in memories, and he continued on his own with dazed eyes, "Eleanor has no mother, her father is busy and indifferent, and her tutors are often changed. I look through her relics." , I found that what she accompanied her most during her lifetime was probably the heinous manuscripts of criminal cases compiled by her father. Since I learned this, I no longer doubt that she will grow into such a character—— She only sees herself and what she wants. I thought she was just as difficult to open her mind as Juliet. In fact, she is prouder than Juliet and more paranoid than Juliet. If anyone can’t obey her Her haughty self-esteem was hurt by her intentions, and she will find a chance to take revenge—it took me a long way to learn that. The first time I saw her, it was like seeing Bradley's Juliet— The same only lives in my own world. I have liked Juliet since I was a child. You can't imagine that she was more indifferent when she was young than she is now. A small person will not be impatient when she sits there alone. But her father is kind. And, the mother is gentle, and even Miss Margaret has been by her side since she was six years old. I can't imagine why she has not been infected by such warmth. I have always believed that love is an innate ability, but Juliet does not have this ability, although when I saw her again, she was much warmer, and she learned to love Bradley and her family, but she still lacks this ability. Even when Juliet agreed to my marriage proposal, she The eyes are also very clear and without emotion. But I am not disappointed. It took Julian many years to make his sister see him, and I can patiently spend many years to make Juliet see me. Love is to her Language is a difficult exploration and learning, but as long as I teach him patiently, she will definitely infer other things from one instance and repay me."

"I have to say sorry, this is probably your wishful thinking." Darcy finally couldn't help speaking, and he wanted to interrupt him several times in the middle—Juliet's name came out of his mouth full of emotion to make him Unbearable, but the desire to understand Juliet better made him endure again.

Carl smiled wryly, "I still have this confidence. I just hope that the woman lying on the ground will be ruined." He put away his smile and stared at the tombstone quietly, "Go back, Darcy Sir. I wish I never saw you again."

Darcy was not quite sure what he meant to hear himself by all this, but if it came from his heart he had to overcome his disgust to thank him.

He strode out of the church, but met Mrs. Amber who had been waiting for him outside the church for a long time.

Although he was a little surprised that she would be waiting for him here, he took off his hat and said hello to her.

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