witch mary bennet

It was already noon when the group returned to the pastor's house in Hunsford from the church. They had a simple meal of pie and cheese, and Pastor Collins urged his cousin and wife and sisters to hurry up and prepare for the evening activities.

The three ladies went upstairs to Mrs. Collins's dressing room. Elizabeth seemed to be used to it. She whispered to Mary that there was nothing to prepare, "Mrs. Dress simply and plainly."

Indeed, as she said, when they sat down in the dressing room, Mrs. Collins just asked Mary what clothes she was going to wear. "Tonight is just a simple family gathering, not a ball," she emphasized emphatically, "We can just wear ordinary clothes gone."

Mary then asked Elizabeth what she was wearing, and her sister casually tugged at the skirt she was wearing, "This one was changed this morning, so there's no need to change it."

"Then I won't change it either," Mary laughed.

"Mary, you should change it." Mrs. Collins pointed to an extremely hidden stain on Mary's skirt, "It's dirty here, and it would be really rude for the masters to find out."

If there was a wizard among the hosts, it would be possible to see the stain on the dress by the dim candlelight at night, so Mary went back to her room to change a dress, and when she came back, the other three ladies had already started chatting.

"Mary, you can look at it tonight," said Mrs. Collins. "We all think Mr. Darcy is in love with your sister, but Lisa never admits it."

This surprised Mary, she looked at Elizabeth, but she still looked nonchalant, "I don't expect to be spotted by a nobleman like Mr. Darcy, then Mrs. Catherine de Bourgh will be mad." of."

"Lady Catherine won't go mad so easily," said Mrs. Collins with a smile too.

After a while, she yawned, so she suggested that everyone should take a nap to recharge their energy for the evening's activities. Mary followed Elizabeth back to her room, and then said with a smile that she knew Darcy Mister will be getting closer and closer to everyone, and he shouldn't have been teased at the ball last year.

"It's nothing," Elizabeth laughed. "Anyway, he's been tricked, and he'll never know who did it."

Then she asked Mary, "Can you tell tonight if Lady Catherine is a witch?"

"It should be no problem!" Mary said so, but she was still not sure in her heart, and she asked her sister what habits this lady had on weekdays.

The two sisters were talking when Elizabeth froze suddenly.

"Mary," she said, with her face turned towards the window, "seems to be looking for you."

As soon as Mary turned her head, she saw Sophie's little owl Elis jumping outside the window. She was startled, and rushed to the window to let the poor little guy into the room.

Elizabeth followed behind her, and Mary was busy untying the letter tied to Ellis's leg, so she looked out the window cautiously, "Oh, Mary, don't worry, no one should find out."

Sophie knew that Mary was going to spend Easter with Muggles, so since she wrote the letter, she must have something important to do.She was still helping Mary find out about the de Bourgh family in Kent, and the latest news was that the late Sir Lewis de Bourgh was a Squib!

This gentleman is the youngest son of the previous Earl Baldwin of Yorkshire, and he is also the biggest trouble for this ancient wizarding family over the years, because he is a squib, and his parents who dote on him have arranged his identity and status in the Muggle world early. Property, in the wizarding world, he may have always been a joke, but as a successful Muggle, after all, he lived a life of peace and happiness.

Because of this, Sophie thought his wife would never be a witch, "No witch would marry a Squib," was her reasoning, but Mary knew that wasn't a certainty either.

She told Elizabeth all the contents of the letter, and of course explained to her the special meaning of the word "squib". "Anyway, we will see Mrs. Catherine de Bourgh and her daughter in the evening," said Mary. She smiled, "I think it's more likely that her daughter is a witch."

"In that case," Elizabeth told her sister again, "you must be careful tonight."

"Oh, don't worry," Mary said, and found the pair of gloves that could hide the wand from the box, "I have the ability to protect myself, as for you, wizards have wizard rules, we can't hurt ordinary people casually. "

Mary soon discovered that the mother and daughter of the de Bourgh family really met the various standards that Muggles defined as witches.Mrs. Catherine de Bourgh's sharp features, her words and deeds are extremely rude, and her daughters, although they look weak, have all kinds of rather abnormal habits. Now, the only thing she has to do is to find a way to get close to them.

Before that, Mary practiced with that Mr. Darcy first, because when Elizabeth started playing the piano at the request of Colonel Fitzwilliam, she asked Mary to stand beside her and help her turn the music. Came over without making a sound.

Even Mary was taken aback by him, but her sister still had fun joking with Mr. Darcy, which made Mary's first conclusion not that Mr. Darcy was not a wizard, But this gentleman does seem to have some special affection for Elizabeth.In this, of course, Colonel Fitzwilliam seemed to be more conspicuous, and Madame Catherine de Bourgh interrupted their chatter several times in succession.

For the last time the lady seemed to see Mary at last. "Miss Mary," she cried, "your sister, though lacking in practice, can at least give us a little music. As for you, what are you good at? I heard that none of your sisters can draw."

"I really don't know how to draw," Mary knelt, deliberately ignoring the other party's previous question.

This was obviously not the answer Mrs. Catherine expected to hear, "Miss Mary, you must be a year or two younger than your sister," she added, "it's too late to learn something now, young lady like you , if you don’t have any special skills, your future life will definitely become more and more troublesome.”

"It may indeed be a nuisance, but I'm not worried at all," Mary replied in a deliberately casual tone. "I think talent is just an embellishment for women, like jewelry. Jewelry people are also living a good life, and maybe they will enjoy a high reputation."

"Such a queer argument!" cried Lady Catherine again. "If I had known your mother, I would have told her not to let the girls go like this. Are you sure you know nothing?"

"I like embroidery," Mary simply made up.

"Oh, what about your work?" Lady Catherine still insisted, "I don't see any embroidery on your body."

Mary really didn't want to continue this meaningless conversation. Seeing that the teacup in front of the lady was empty, she walked over, picked up the teapot and poured another cup of tea.

"Aren't you so hopeless," muttered Lady Catherine.

But Mary could no longer pay attention to her. The metal plate on the necklace finally began to vibrate slightly. Mary was extremely nervous. Within a foot of her, there was only Mrs. Catherine de Bourgh. , she is a witch!

A witch like Lady Catherine chose to live a completely Muggle life. There must be some special considerations. Mary almost instinctively felt that she should stay away from this lady. She definitely didn't like to see another witch.

At this time, Mr. Collins at the card table stood up suddenly, "Oh, I'm so sorry," he bowed to Miss de Bourgh across the table, "Miss, I heard that three ladies and a gentleman played cards, This man will always win, how about this, I will go and have a few words with Madam Catherine, and let my cousin Mary play cards with you."

After Mr. Collins finished speaking, he hurried over to this side. Mary guessed that he was also worried that she would annoy Mrs. Catherine de Bourgh by speaking rudely. However, she was also eager to leave the presence of this lady as soon as possible, so she also laughed, " Cousin, I obey your orders."

Mary sat down at the card table before Lady Catherine gave her new instructions. This time, her necklace did not vibrate again, which can almost explain that at this card table, including Miss de Bourgh Mrs. Jenkins of the card is not a witch.

Then this is interesting, Mrs. Catherine the Witch married a Squib husband and gave birth to a daughter who was still a Squib. It is no wonder that she continued to choose to live a Muggle life. Obviously for her daughter, the de Bauer family can be completely destroyed. As a Muggle family through and through.Mary began to wonder if she had forgotten how to cast spells. From this point of view, she even felt a little sympathetic to Lady Catherine. Such a well-clothed life certainly could not make up for the regret of being completely separated from the wizarding world.

She was thinking wildly like this, and she couldn't do her best in playing cards. She lost several games in a row. It seemed that Miss de Bauer was really happy. Her cheeks were flushed, and when she won another game, she finally couldn't help it. Cough loudly.

At this moment, everyone was alarmed. Mrs. Jenkins hurriedly patted her on the back, and asked the servant to quickly pour a cup of hot water, while Mrs. Catherine had already accused them loudly that they should not have played cards for so long. All three ladies on board felt very embarrassed.

Lady Catherine quickly made a decision that her daughter should go back to her room to rest as soon as possible, so of course the guests at the pastor's house should also go home. Mr. Collins bowed and apologized, and the four ladies hurriedly said goodbye to the host. Maria was too frightened to speak, but Mary was glad that she had achieved the purpose of her trip, and was looking forward to leaving sooner.

Back in the bedroom at night, Mary told Elizabeth what she had found. Both sisters felt that although Mrs. Catherine de Bourgh had left the wizarding world and lived a Muggle life, she was still a witch. I also have to admit that maybe this lady is still secretly practicing spells and concocting potions, so she repeatedly told her sister to be on guard against her.

"Lady Catherine wishes her daughter to marry Mr. Darcy," sighed Elizabeth.

Mary also frowned. As long as the lady pays a little attention, she may be able to detect Mr. Darcy's special attention to her sister. Now, this attention may become dangerous.

"Mr. Darcy is only an ordinary man," she added.

"I'll be more careful," Elizabeth still smiled, "at least in Kent, I'll stay away from Mr. Darcy no matter what."