[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

Miss Margaret's starched dress rustled as she walked, she knocked on the carved rosewood door, and following the master's reply, she entered the spacious and bright study room.The owner of the study was sitting behind the desk, looking up at her from a pile of bills, with undisguised surprise on his face.

With some difficulty, Miss Margaret gently placed the box in her arms on the desk.

"What's this?" Darcy asked with a questioning expression.

"You can open it and have a look, sir." Miss Margaret smiled and put a delicate little key on top of the box.

Darcy raised his eyebrows, and opened the box with the small key. Almost immediately, his eyes were attracted by the contents inside.

Miss Margaret explained, "I dare not say that I am very good at drawing miniatures. But these portraits of Juliet are really my own treasures, not owned by Bradley, not owned by anyone. From her six years old From the beginning, there will be a pair every year.”

"No, you draw very well." Darcy reached out and picked out one of the twelve small portraits in the box, and looked at the person in the painting carefully, "I like this one very much." He put the small portrait in his hand Turn around to show Miss Margaret.

Miss Margaret craned her neck for a glance—it was her drawing after Juliet had told herself that she and Carl were engaged.Miss Margaret adjusted her sitting position on the stool a little uncomfortably, "Oh, why is it this one?"

"I like her sweet expression," Darcy replied softly, and he raised his head again to ask, "I am very greedy to ask, Miss Margaret, can you give me this little portrait?" ?”

"Of course, of course, these are for you, Mr. Darcy."

Mr. Darcy was evidently taken aback. "May I ask what makes you so generous?"

Miss Margaret was silent for a while before saying, "You are a very tolerant and kind person. Until Mr. Leo told me the news about the will before leaving, I no longer doubted your feelings for Juliet. ——You gave her everything you have, valuable property, and priceless love without reservation, but you still remain silent.”

"Mr. Leo is really an enthusiastic person, and he is always willing to publicize deeds for others." Darcy laughed at this, and commented indifferently, "I just make things as happy as possible. I have to ask you, don't let this matter Tell Juliet."

"Oh, if she doesn't know anything, it's not fair to you, sir," said Miss Margaret hastily.

Darcy looked at Miss Margaret calmly and seriously, "I don't need this kind of fairness because of being moved, Miss Margaret. I didn't do this to seek anything in return from Juliet. She is my wife , I do all of this as a matter of course." He tapped the box on the table lightly with his fingers, and smiled, "If you still feel uneasy, these small statues are enough to repay me." He added meaningfully "You can understand me best, Miss Margaret. These beautiful days with the dearest people are not money transactions, nor are they labor in the fields-I don't know what to get. But as long as she is by my side and keeps smiling Yes, I have nothing else to ask for."

"Love is not a long, quiet river. The shimmering surface of the river must reflect countless desires." Miss Margaret listened intently, and then replied clearly after a while, "Your Nothing else but for now, and only because Juliet is with you. I have no doubt that you have been wishing that she loved you a little more, and that she would love you just as much."

"As long as she is happy," Darcy replied.

"Excellent chivalry," returned Miss Margaret, rising from her chair, and she glanced at him. "I will leave you alone, Mr. Darcy."

Darcy looked at her back and walked out of the study, and she returned to the image of the serious and gentle governess again, as if she had never stopped the footsteps of love, as if she had never hidden a stubborn, firm and powerful love in her heart. Feelings.

In the end, Mr. Leo failed to impress Miss Margaret's heart. The affairs in London made him unable to stay in Pemberley to pursue the purity and softness in his mind, so he had to give up his plan and return to London.His coming and going made no ripple in Miss Margaret's heart.

In the blink of an eye, it was Easter in the second year. Juliet's belly was already bulging, and her walk was no longer as light as before. She held on to the gilded handrails of the stairs in Pemberley Hall, and walked slowly downstairs while listening to Donna. Report to her on the preparation of dinner.

She and Darcy have been married for a year.Under Mrs. Reynolds' guidance, even Donna became a personal maid who became calm and sophisticated in her work.In Juliet's opinion, after this year's growth, she has become a qualified wife.Although it can't be said that she is obedient to her husband-Darcy doesn't need such a wife, but she is also reasonable, and she has established a firm belief in the unshirkable responsibility in marriage.

No one can refute this.Even if she is pregnant, she can do the daily housework meticulously. Every Thursday she will visit the poor in the parish. She is willing to attend every afternoon tea invited by Mrs. Committee. She has a special relationship with the boys in the choir. better.

Darcy has never had this kind of experience, no matter he is walking on the field ridge or on the country road, there will always be enthusiastic people asking him to bring greetings to his wife.He would kiss his wife's beautiful face with a happy mood every day, and caress the little Darcy who was growing up in his mother's belly.

Juliet's belly is very thin, and every time the little baby rolls over, punches or kicks in the belly, she can bulge little bags on her belly, which brings a lot of joy and sweetness to Darcy and Juliet. It also made Juliet extremely painful.Because her stomach is too tight, she can't move too much, and her stomach is uncomfortable. In order to ensure nutrition, she has to eat a small amount every meal, several meals a day.

So this year's London social season, Juliet is doomed to miss it, because she is already a woman with a husband, and there is no urgent need to make frequent appearances on the marriage market to implicitly sell herself.Considering her current health, Darcy decided not to go out to visit friends and relatives, but to invite them to Pemberley.

These months are the most beautiful time in Pemberley. Irrigated by the crystal clear lake water of the Derwent Valley, the tall beech and birch trees are lush and lush.There are flowers of various colors blooming under the towering old trees.The fountain labyrinth made up of bushes in front of the building has become green and lovely again.In the flower garden, whether it is white roses or tulips, they are in full bloom.

No one who was invited would miss the tedious and tiring balls of London and forgo spending the happiest season of the year in such a lovely place.

Mrs. Griffey was naturally the first to arrive, and she brought her son Andrew.Andrew was just over a year old, and he sat quietly in his mother's arms, gnawing his fingers.Those big brown eyes, exactly the same as his mother's, looked at this strange place innocently and curiously.

Although the pregnancy made Juliet's head a little dull, her affection for the child was growing day by day.She was very eager to hug Andrew, but Darcy refused to agree.He was afraid that Andrew's little feet that moved around from time to time would kick her scary bulging stomach.

Mrs. Griffey agreed with her brother's words very much. She touched Juliet's belly very experiencedly, just as little Darcy stretched and hit her hand with his little fist, which made her laugh out loud.

"Be patient for another month, dear Julie," Mrs. Griffey said with a smile, "you won't be greedy for other people's children anymore!" She put Andrew on the ground and patted his little buttocks again. "At that time, you will know that these little angels do have the magic power to make you laugh, go crazy, go crazy for them, and he pulls your every emotion."

Andrew turned around slowly on the spot, tilted his head and glanced at his mother, then stepped on his short legs, stumbled onto his father's lap, hugged his legs, and slid onto the ground.

Mr. Griffey was very different from a year ago. He grew a beard and seemed to be more mature than Darcy. The way he bent down to hug Andrew was indeed like a mature father. patted Andrew's clothes, and shifted effortlessly from business matters to his own son, "This nasty lad always takes his mother's full attention effortlessly, Darcy, I say, After you have kids, you have to get a taste of being a bachelor again."

Darcy 囧囧 listened intently to the man in front of him with a big beard who was six or seven years younger than himself, complaining about how much change his son had brought to his life, while his movements were gentle yet intimate. He tidied up the small handkerchief in front of his son, and wiped the drool that dripped from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

He looked at his wife, apparently she was also attentively listening to Mrs. Griffey imparting her personal experience. Although she felt a little embarrassed, Darcy still involuntarily pricked up her ears, showing the vigor of listening to Griffey at school, and told Griffey Mr. Fei kept every sentence firmly in his mind.

It didn't take long to teach the joy and pain of parenting, and the visiting guests arrived one by one.

The arrival of Bentley was not surprising. The strangest thing was that Mrs. Caroline Travis also got off the carriage holding the hand of a little boy.

She ignored Jane's disapproving gaze behind her, and walked lightly and stopped in front of Juliet. She stood in a very ingenious posture, protruding her slender waist very clearly, and she was proud like a cat. Like a peacock, he asked condescendingly, "Dear Mrs. Darcy, do you welcome my uninvited visit?"

Perhaps only Juliet saw the kindness in her eyes unconsciously, and she said calmly, "You are a guest, Mrs. Traves."

Bingley hadn't seen Darcy for a long time, so he stepped forward to hug him very excitedly, not paying any attention to the movement here.

Jane stood there for a while, and then slowly walked forward, "Darcy... Madam, hello." She was still not happy to say the name that originally belonged to her sister, and the voice sounded like a fish bone stuck in it Her throat is like eyes.

Juliet tried desperately to mobilize her dull brain, but she couldn't bear it after standing for too long, and she didn't waste her brain trying to please the woman in front of her, she stretched out her hand and said politely, "Hi, Mrs. Bingley."