Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Darcy came slowly with two glasses of port wine, seeing Mary's smiling face, his brown eyes became very focused.

"What are you laughing at?" He didn't notice the gentle ups and downs in his flat tone.

"It's nothing, my dad just told a joke." Mary waved her hand and took the wine glass.

Darcy sat down next to her, with an empty seat between them, and it was a relief to him to find, at random, a number of subjects which might interest Mary.The reason why he didn't like socializing with ladies was because of the boring conversation, but also to pay attention to their feelings at all times and keep them in a good mood.As such, he preferred to remain silent.

He put down his wine glass and was about to start a pleasant conversation when Miss Bingley suddenly appeared and sat among them. Bingley, Jane and Elizabeth followed closely behind, filling the surrounding vacancies.

How many times is this?Darcy thought with a cold face.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Miss Bingley smiled reluctantly.

Before Mary could speak, she asked with great interest, "I heard that Mary's uncle opened a jewelry store on Cheapside Street in London? If you have good jewelry, can you give me a discount? "

In Bactria, merchants were the lowest class, and in England they were equally despised.Sir Lucas made a fortune in business in his early years. After buying land and property and donating his title, he moved away from the place where he once made his fortune. He kept this period of history secret.Even Mr. Darcy's father tried his best to get rid of the title of merchant, and finally married Darcy's mother, a real noble lady, so he was accepted by the upper class.

Miss Bingley evidently had ill intentions in mentioning this relation.

Mr. Bingley looked embarrassed.

Darcy looked unpredictable.

Jane was unconscious and kept a smile on her face.

Elizabeth's eyes were already red with anger.

Mary slightly raised her eyebrows and looked at Miss Bingley, her cold eyes made Miss Bingley flustered.

Half a minute later, she suddenly looked at Darcy, her big blue eyes full of doubts.

Darcy pressed his fist to his lips, coughed a few times, and a deep smile appeared in his eyes.It turned out that it wasn't that Miss Mary didn't pay attention to herself, but that she had a memory barrier to people's appearance.

"Caroline Bentley," he whispered.

Miss Bingley thought he was calling her, and turned her head expectantly.

It was Mr. Bingley's sister!Mary suddenly realized that the information of Bingley's family immediately appeared in her mind, and she also understood why the other party held such strong hostility towards her.She used to be a beggar when she was at her worst, kowtowing to others all the way back to the capital, eating worse than pigs and dogs, she never wanted to cover up this humiliating experience.If a person doesn't even look down on himself, what is the value of existence?

Now that she has become Mary, she will accept everything about Mary openly.This little verbal contempt could not stir up any ripples in her heart.However, that doesn't mean she can tolerate it.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a brisk tone, "I heard that Miss Bingley's father also opened several shops in Chipside, and after accumulating a certain amount of wealth, he traveled between England and Australia to do caramel business. Next time Miss Bingley comes to Longbourn Can you bring me a few bags of pure caramel? Don't worry, I will pay according to the price."

The last sentence was so lethal that Miss Bingley was trembling with anger, and her eyes were watery.

Mr. Bingley's face was pale, and it took him a while to force himself to speak, "How can we accept money from our friends? If Miss Mary needs it, I'll ask someone to send it right now." He couldn't be angry with Jane's sister, let alone Caroline. Talk about this topic.

Satisfied with Bingley's reaction, Mary nodded, stood up and smoothed the folds on the skirt, with an indescribably elegant smile, "Then goodbye everyone, my friend is calling me." She waved to Miss Jin who was waving across the dance floor point to.

"You are welcome." Mr. Bingley stood up and bowed.His attitude towards this sharp girl was unprecedentedly cautious.

Darcy also stood up, watched the girl's back go away before sitting down, then remained silent without saying a word.The dance seemed to suddenly become boring again.

"We have something to do, let's leave." Elizabeth grabbed Jane and said with a smile.She was so happy now, and it would be very unwise of Miss Bingley to provoke Mary!

Before Bingley had time to persuade them to stay, the two had already walked away. He could only sit on the sofa and sigh, and softly comforted his sad sister.

"When commenting on others, please don't forget to face yourself first." Darcy who was silent said suddenly.

Miss Bingley's sad expression froze for a moment, and then she ran away in a hurry.

Recalling the previous events, Bingley kept sighing. Seeing Jane surrounded by several young men, she wanted to go forward but retreated due to Elizabeth's mocking eyes, so she had to drink with Darcy.For the rest of the time, the two spent in silence.

As the dance drew to a close, the guests left one after another.Mrs. Bennet found out the small problem between Jane and Bingley, and kept dawdling until Darcy walked towards the door and took the hat and coat from the servants before calling everyone to follow in a panic.

Seeing the Bennett family walking towards him, the listless Bingley's eyes lit up; Darcy paused when he put on his coat; Miss Bingley straightened her back, raised her brows and raised her eyes, looking as if she was facing a formidable enemy.

Bingley approached Jane seemingly unintentionally, wanting to have a few words with her.

Mrs. Bennet hurriedly pulled her husband to the front, leaving room for the young man.

Catherine and Lydia, who had danced all night, held Mama and Papa, yawning.

"What's wrong with Miss Bingley? Looking at me like that?" Mary covered her lips and smiled lightly, with a friendly and natural attitude as if she had never ridiculed the other party before.

Miss Bingley, who thought it would cause another war of words, choked, and shook her head stiffly after a long while, "It's nothing."

Mary's blue eyes burst into a smile, seeing that her carriage had arrived, she lifted her skirt and stepped down the steps.

"Miss Mary." A deep voice stopped her. She looked back and found Mr. Darcy standing not far away with no expression on his face. He raised his hat and said, "Thanks to you, I will Have a good time. I wish you a sweet dream." He turned and boarded the carriage, and left without turning his eyes.

"You said, is he mocking us?" Mary asked uncertainly, holding Elizabeth's arm.

"Obviously! If you translate his words, it should be like this: Thanks to you, I have a terrible life tonight, and I wish you a nightmare!" Elizabeth imitated Darcy's flat tone.

The two looked at each other, then couldn't straighten up laughing. (Poor Darcy!)

Another week later, Meriton sent a militia regiment, and Uncle Phillips visited all the officers in the town, and asked them all about their names and social relations.

Catherine and Lydia began to run to Meryton frequently, bringing Mrs. Bennet many anecdotes about the officers every day.Although Mr. Bingley was handsome and wealthy, he was far less attractive than the uniformed officers.

Mrs. Bennet has a new favorite and pays less attention to Jane's love affair.

Seeing that winter is coming, Mary has been running for the pasture for the horses, and she does not go home until the sun goes down every day.

Jane learned from Elizabeth that Caroline mentioned her uncle's malice, and she was really sad for several days, but the other party was her sweetheart's sister. She believed that she was just not thinking well for a while, and she might be secretly regretting it in her heart.Elizabeth persuaded her several times to be careful of Miss Bingley, but she had no choice but to give up seeing that she always didn't care.

Bentley, on the other hand, is also in a hurry.When Caroline and Jane were on good terms before, he could always see Jane from time to time, but now he hasn't seen Jane for seven days.

"Friendship is precious and should not be squandered! Caroline, I hope you can mend your relationship with Jane." He said very seriously that day.

She had to count on this brother for her dowry, and Miss Bingley could not go against his wishes, so she had to agree, "Well, I will invite her to dinner today." As if thinking of something, she immediately added, "Only invite her! "

"As you wish." As long as Jane can come!Bentley nodded happily.

Mrs. Bennet was very happy when she received the letter from Miss Bingley, and hurriedly opened Jane's wardrobe to choose a dress for her.

"Can I go in a carriage, Mom?" Jane asked after packing her bags.

"No! You have to ride!" Mrs. Bennet firmly refused.

"I know what you're thinking. It's going to rain, do you want Jane to stay in Netherfield for a few more days? If Mary knows you're risking Jane's health, I guarantee you will Have a good time!" said Mr. Bennett with a half-smile.

Thinking of her daughter's majestic expression, Mrs. Bennet flinched a bit, but still mustered up the courage to say, "I am also thinking about Jane's lifelong happiness, and Mary will understand. Besides, it won't be a big problem if you just get in the rain for a while."

"Let's go, let's go!" Worrying that Mary would come back at any time, Mrs. Bennett started to chase people away.

Jane had no choice but to get on the horse.Not long after she left, pea-sized raindrops began to fall in the gloomy sky, and the cold wind in late autumn whistled outside the window with the withered and yellow leaves.

When Mary heard the news, Mrs. Bennet couldn't hold her head up.But since the horses were about to go through the winter, she was busy enough to repair the stables and collect pastures, so she could only secretly pray that Jane was safe.

The next day, Elizabeth received news that Jane was seriously ill.Although it was muddy outside, she still set foot on the road to Netherfield without hesitation.

The ashamed Mrs. Bennet watched her leave with a bitter face, and after closing the door, she rejoiced secretly: Fortunately, Mary is not at home, otherwise I would be in trouble.But what should I say about her coming back in the evening?