Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

The process of repairing the scarf was cumbersome, and the Gardners and Elizabeth had to stay and wait.

While arranging black tea and snacks for them, Mrs. Reynolds sent servants to book a hotel for them in the small town of Langton, and glanced at the open door from time to time.

The maid found black and gold silk thread, the texture is the best.Mary took the silk thread and compared it on the scarf, and saw that there was no difference in color before she began to split the silk.If the color does not match, she has to add another old-fashioned process.

"My God, how thin are you going to make the threads? I can barely see them!" Mrs. Reynolds sat down next to her, dumbfounded as she split the thin silk threads into countless smaller threads. thin silk thread.

It was also the first time for the Gardners to see their niece showing off her stunts, and they gathered around to watch, amazed from time to time.Elizabeth, who was used to it, was very comfortable, nestling on the sofa and sipping black tea leisurely.

"It's almost 48/[-]. The silk thread is too thick, and it will leave uneven marks when it is mended." Mary simply explained.

"Could it be that what you mean by "back to original condition" is really 'restore to original condition'? You can't see any trace of stitching?" Mrs. Reynolds really understood the meaning of Mary's words at this time.

"Of course." Mary nodded, and split the thinnest silk thread in half again.

Mrs. Reynolds looked at her deeply, and said nothing.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes rattling outside the door, followed by hurried footsteps.Darcy's tall figure appeared at the door.He was well dressed, but his brown hair was a little messy, and his heaving chest exposed his rapid breathing.Seeing the petite figure trapped in the sofa, he felt relieved, stood at the door for a while, and walked in with his back straightened until his breathing calmed down.

"Good afternoon, everyone." He took off his hat in greeting.

"Good afternoon." Mary was stunned for a moment, then immediately withdrew the light in her eyes and stood up to salute.Her manner was so perfect that Mrs. Reynolds looked at her several times in amazement.

The Gardners and Elizabeth also hurriedly stood up to greet them.

"Did something happen?" Seeing the pale maid and the slightly nervous Mrs. Reynolds, Darcy asked sharply.

"Your scarf is torn, and I'm fixing it." Mary flicked the silk thread in her hand.

Only then did Darcy see the black scarf placed in the sewing basket.He went over to check.

The maid and Mrs. Reynolds stared at him momentarily, their hearts raised.

Darcy was expressionless, but Mary saw regret in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll restore it to its original state, and I promise you won't see anything wrong with it at all." She comforted her, her slightly lowered voice sounded extremely gentle.

"I don't know that the silk that has been damaged like this can be repaired as before. Isn't that as magical as a broken mirror reunited?" Darcy slightly emphasized his tone when he said the words 'reunited with a broken mirror'.He sat down beside Mary, staring at her with deep eyes, full of hot affection.

Mary tried her best to ignore the throbbing in her heart, and said with a smile, "I can't do anything with the broken mirror, but as long as you give me the same color silk thread, I can use magic to restore a piece of silk. You will know when I repair it."

"I'll wait and see." Darcy pursed his lips slightly, his deep voice was hoarse.

He sat next to her, didn't want to move at all, and stared at her without blinking, ignoring everyone in the living room.An intimate and ambiguous atmosphere spread between the two.

Mrs. Reynolds breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered to the other three guests, "There is still more than an hour before dinner time, may I have the honor to show you the library of the Darcy family. Those ancient parchment books are still interesting .”

The eyes of Elizabeth and Uncle Gardner burst into light, and they couldn't wait to follow her to the library.Aunt Gardner was not interested in books, but she didn't want to stay and disturb the two lovers, so she left with a smile on her face.

"The needles the maid found for me were too thick, but fortunately they still work." Mary tried to find some topics.She picked up the thinnest needle and bent the tip hard.

"Be careful." Darcy frowned, quickly grabbed the needle, and checked her reddish fingertips.

"I can do these things for you. It is my honor to serve you," he whispered.

Mary's ears started to turn red.Trying to calm her racing heart, she explained, "I want to bend the tip of a needle like a fishhook."

Darcy nodded in understanding, and easily shaped the tip of the needle into the shape she wanted.Mary threaded the needle and filled in the places where the yarn collapsed bit by bit.She lowered her head, her expression was serious and serious, and her thick eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings.

She completely forgot everything around her, and Darcy's gaze on her became more focused.He even moved several positions just to find an angle that would allow him to see her face more clearly.The scarf that had been passed down for several generations seemed to be completely forgotten by him.

The two sat quietly for more than an hour. Mary put away the last stitch, spread the scarf in front of him, and asked briskly, "Mr. Darcy, can you see the crack before?"

Darcy immediately put away the obsession in his eyes, took the scarf and inspected it for a long time, and even touched it inch by inch.

"You did it, Miss Mary. I can't see how it was damaged at all." With a smile in his eyes, he carefully folded the scarf and put it in the pocket of his close-fitting jacket. The slightly exposed corner matched his luxurious Clothes match.The significance of this scarf to him is even more important.

Mary relaxed before noticing that he was better dressed than ever.The black suit jacket is extremely exquisite in workmanship, which completely sets off his tall and straight figure. The legs wrapped in black suit pants are long and straight, and the lines of the muscle bulge are quite smooth and powerful.He sat next to her, and the masculine breath lingered around her, making her heart pound, and she couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Seeing that she finally noticed him, the smile in Darcy's eyes grew stronger.He leaned over to pour her tea and began to ask her how she had been doing in the past few months.

Mary was still a little uncomfortable at first, but seeing that he seemed to have completely forgotten about being rejected, and still treated her kindly and naturally, trying to tease herself to talk more, she gradually relaxed and talked about the past few months. Funny things that happened.In England, unmarried men and women can communicate. Even if she can't be Mrs. Darcy, Mary doesn't want to lose such a reliable friend.

"How about the rum I gave you?" After talking about the recent situation, Darcy tried to talk about more intimate topics.Step by step, he approached Mary cautiously, not wanting to be too eager, but also not too reserved.

"It tastes great! It gave me a hangover!" Mary rubbed her fingertips at her temples, as if recalling the splitting headache she felt upon waking up.

Darcy also unsealed the green plum wine that Mary had given him, and also had a hangover.Hearing what she said, he couldn't help laughing.Inadvertently, they were doing the same thing, and this wonderful tacit understanding deeply touched his heart.

His laughter was deep and deep, full of magnetism. This was the first time Mary saw such an obvious smile on his stern face.The tips of her ears trembled slightly, and she was intoxicated by his charming voice, but she didn't dare to show it on her face.

"I thought you didn't like booze, Miss Mary," he said softly, and finally laughed again.

"In the end, it's all your fault, Mr. Darcy." Mary complained half-jokingly.

"I didn't think carefully. I originally planned to give you a few bottles of French Bordeaux red wine, but now I have to give up this idea, lest you suffer from a hangover again." Darcy put away his smile and said solemnly.

"I forgive you, Mr. Darcy. Just keep those bottles of red wine for me." Mary spoke quickly, then pursed her lips and smiled.There was a narrow light in her eyes, and her playful look caused Darcy to glance at her several times.

It took Darcy great self-control to keep his eyes from her.He stood up saying 'of course' and invited Mary to join him for a tour of the wine cellar.Since Rosings left, he deliberately searched for many famous wines, only waiting for their mistress to come and taste them.

"Mr. Darcy, dinner is ready." Mrs. Reynolds led Elizabeth and her party back to the living room, and reminded after looking at the clock.

Only then did Darcy realize that it was already dark outside.Time passed so fast that he felt that only a few minutes had passed after more than an hour.He stopped and said regretfully, "There is no time for us to taste the wine slowly, Miss Mary."

"It's okay, next time I will remember to visit earlier." Mary joked.She didn't realize at all that she had been infected by Darcy's intimate and natural attitude.Her tone of voice sounded like that of an old friend whom she had known for many years.

"How about nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, Miss Mary? Georgiana will be back the day after tomorrow, and I want to introduce you to each other." Darcy immediately set the time.

Mary froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay." She finally noticed Darcy's strange attitude.He seemed to be more enthusiastic about her than before, and he didn't seem to be rejected at all.

Darcy nodded in satisfaction, and extended his hand to invite her to move into the restaurant.

Mrs. Reynolds has placed Elizabeth and her party on the dining table.

The maid is setting out the cutlery and dishes.

Mrs. Reynolds' eyes lit up when she saw a corner of the scarf sticking out of Darcy's coat pocket.

"Is the scarf mended, Mr. Darcy?" She stared at it longingly.

"Yes, as good as ever." Darcy pulled out the chair for Mary, and sat down next to her when she was done.

Seeing that he had no intention of taking out the scarf to show herself, Mrs. Reynolds gave up after waiting for a while, serving soup and serving dishes for the guests, and then quietly left.Mr. Darcy's possessiveness was a little too strong, she sighed inwardly.