[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

After her curiosity was satisfied, Juliet was deeply regretting her haste, and she did not feel that Pemberley was any more comfortable than Ogden Hotel.

The restrained, awkward and depressing Pemberley, compared to the quiet and relaxed hotel room, the most troublesome thing for Juliet is that she is really embarrassed to stay in bed at the host's home which is regarded as a stranger.

She hugged the quilt painfully and sat up, let Donna do her hair for her in a daze.

The world outside the window was still raining heavily, and the gloomy sky made the house darker and darker.

At the breakfast table in Pemberley, except for Mr. Darcy, whose life has resumed his rigidity, there are only three unmarried people, and the young Mr. and Mrs. Griffey and Mrs. Darcy do not show up.

As the guests, Juliet and Julian naturally abide by etiquette, watch their noses and noses, and eat their breakfast carefully.

Immediately after dinner, Colonel Fitzwilliam seized the opportunity and sincerely invited the Stoke brothers and sisters to play a few rounds of bridge to kill the long morning.

Juliet declined his kindness, saying that there were still a few unfinished books in the suitcase.

"There is a reading room at the southeast corner of the second floor of the building," Mr. Darcy suddenly proposed. "If Miss Stocker is looking for a well-lit and quiet place, that is a good choice."

"Oh, thank you." Juliet thanked politely.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and only nodded slightly to express his acceptance of Juliet's thanks—still without any expression, he picked up the napkin and wiped his hands, then left the table.

"Darcy has always been so boring. I thought he would get better after marriage." Colonel Fitzwilliam shrugged and leaned on the back of the chair with one shoulder slumped. He was wearing a black overcoat with his arms open, There was a loose button on the shirt inside, which was not as rigorous as his cousin's every button, and he was slightly fatter, but his thick blond hair still added a lot to his appearance.

He deliberately sat on the chair slightly, so that his eyes happened to fall on Juliet.

Julian was keenly aware of his intentions, and was very dissatisfied in his heart, so he had to vaguely remind his sister who seemed to be unaware, "Honey, don't you want to read a book?"

Before Juliet could respond, Colonel Fitzwilliam immediately interjected, "I know that reading room, let me take Miss Juliet there."

Julian, who was a step behind, gritted his teeth and watched as Juliet took his attentive arm, and secretly turned his head to wink at him slyly, so he reluctantly followed behind the two.

The reading room on the second floor of Pemberley Building was not big, but it was very warmly furnished. When the three of them entered, the room was warm, obviously because the fire had been lit for a while under the command of the master.The reading room is full of light, facing south is a large floor-to-ceiling glass window, under the window is a small sofa that can lie on, and a wool blanket is neatly stacked on it.

Juliet noticed that there were not many books in this reading room. She walked to a row of small bookshelves against the wall. There were more than a dozen books in a mess. Except for a few poetry collections, most of them were popular romance novels.With a little thought, Juliet understood the owner of this reading room—Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy, and perhaps her little sister Catherine.

"It's really nice here." Fitzwilliam walked to Juliet, reached out and casually picked up a novel on the bookshelf, and said to her, "In the heavy rain, beside the warm fireplace, read a novel quietly. A book, like a painting... hey!"

His words were interrupted.

Juliet turned her head and giggled. She looked at Julian who put his arm on Colonel Fitzwilliam's shoulders. He obviously had a serious face, but she could see the narrowness in his eyes.

She blinked her eyes, picked up her book and found a comfortable position on the sofa by the window, and stopped talking to the two of them.

Fitzwilliam was fascinated by the beautiful figure on the sofa.Juliet's long eyelashes drooped down and she focused on reading the book. Her pale golden hair was tied with an emerald green headband, and she was wearing a milky white dress with tender grass-colored lace. She gently stroked the pages of the book with her slender fingers , is really unusually charming.Colonel Fitzwilliam had admired many high-class beauties, they either danced lightly, or played the piano and sang loudly, or rode on horseback while being heroic and charming at the same time, but he hadn't calmed down to appreciate such a kind of beauties. There is also a certain childish charm.

Although some people admired his sister, Julian was still not very happy. After a while, he dragged Colonel Fitzwilliam out of the room.

"Let her read the book for a while! The poor child has been thinking about the end of the story for a while!" He bit the word "child" deliberately hard.

Fitzwilliam may have been moved by Juliet's focused childlike appearance, or perhaps he felt that he really had no patience to finish reading this romantic novel that was completely fabricated to deceive women's feelings.So obediently followed Julian down the stairs.

Colonel Fitzwilliam may not have noticed Julian's obstruction, but he didn't care too much. The most beautiful flowers always bloom on the highest branches.A charming and pretty girl like Miss Stocker deserves a lot of attention.

The two people who reached an agreement temporarily, but whose ideas were completely different, found new fun in the lobby.Mr. Griffey, who had breakfasted in bed, invited them to play a few rounds of pool in the club room.

Mrs. Griffey had her own affairs to attend to.

It is naturally impossible for the clever Mrs. Griffey not to notice the alienation between the hostess and hostess of Pemberley. Although she noticed the signs before she got married, but in view of her status as an unmarried girl and the consistent teaching of her tutor, she could only pretend that nothing happened. The look of knowing, therefore, the day after her marriage back to Pemberley she was anxious to find the sources and answers of her questions.

The first thing she was looking for was naturally Darcy.

She stepped lightly on the stairs at the southeast corner, walked to the door of Darcy's study on the third floor, and gently knocked on the door.It took a while for the ornately carved door to be opened.

Mrs. Griffey smiled at the people, and then she was dissatisfied, "The light in this room is too bad."

Mrs. Griffey was more lively after her marriage than when she was a girl. Now she had gone into her brother's study, looked around and found a comfortable chair to sit in. If she had been in the past, she would have The back is standing straight on the side, and she can only sit when she is asked to sit.

But this kind of Mrs. Griffey made Darcy show a smile-like expression—the corners of his mouth were slightly twitched. It seemed that such a movement took a lot of effort, and he couldn't hide his deep fatigue and a little bit of energy. Seeing it as if it was gone, Mrs. Griffey felt sore in her heart.

"Oh, dear brother," she cried with some emotion, she paused, forcing herself to hold back the question that was about to blurt out, she decided to understand slowly and tactfully, so she talked about her married life, Except for some too personal matters, Mrs. Griffey, who is still very dependent on her brother, reported her life in detail.

Darcy did not say a word, but listened attentively.

It wasn't until Mrs. Griffey spoke a little dryly that she suddenly woke up from the good memories. She even forgot the original intention of this trip.

"Do you have any good suggestions? Dear brother?" She asked in a soft voice. This was a sentence she used to ask a lot. At this time, her expression was still the same as before she was married.

But this time Darcy didn't have the confidence to give her a satisfactory answer, because his own marriage was a mess.

"Marriage should make people happy." After a while, he said dryly, "Georgianna, you are a good boy, and you have done well."

Mrs. Griffey wrinkled her delicate nose and said in a cheerful tone on purpose, "Of course, equal status and property cannot constitute a happy marriage. Sincere love is an indispensable condition for marriage, just like brother you and Like Lizzie dear."

"No, I don't think so now." Darcy retorted in a low and quick voice. He paused, stood up, and gently kissed the top of his dear sister's hair. "Georgianna, now I feel that you The first condition for happiness with Nick is that you are in the same family. Of course, you don’t have to think so much, just enjoy your life.”

"Oh, that's astonishing." Mrs. Griffey almost jumped out of her chair in fright at the words, "God, I...didn't know you would think that, Lizzie told me your opinion is always Unanimous. If Nick is not the one who just makes me fall in love, then you would rather me marry a kind and simple farmer, and you would not agree with me marrying a high-ranking nobleman who only has a noble surname..."

"Then I'm really glad that a nobleman like Nick Griffey has attracted you with his nobility." Darcy interrupted her coldly, "Georgianna, I don't want such stupid words to come out of your mouth again." I heard from here that being married doesn't mean you can forget everything your governess taught you."

After he seriously warned her, he said that he still had a lot of business to deal with urgently, and he opened the door of the study, "The reading room on the second floor, Miss Stoke will probably be there, she was born well, and you They are about the same age, so I think I can get on well with you."

Poor Mrs. Griffey, dazed and battered, came down the stairs, and stared at the reading-room door for a moment before recalling Darcy's words. She thought for a few seconds, and her habit of following her brother's advice made her hold out her hand. Knocked lightly on the door.

"Oh, please come in." She heard a sweet girlish voice.

Mrs. Griffey pushed open the door, and suddenly felt a bright light in front of her eyes, and her eyes were involuntarily glued to the girl leaning on the armrest of the sofa. She was really a beauty who made people breathe carefully.

Juliet was surprised when she saw someone coming. She thought it was Catherine Bennett, but unexpectedly it was Mrs. Griffey. She sat up straight.

The astonishment on her face that she forgot to cover up was clearly seen by Mrs. Griffey, and almost immediately, Mrs. Griffey's affection for her increased greatly.