[Pride and Prejudice] My husband loves me again

At last the doctor arrived from Meryton before evening, and seemed helpless, except to smear her forehead with brandy, and to help Jane drink some of the usual potions.He moved a small trumpet-like brass metal away from Jane's chest, hesitating to speak.

Elizabeth seemed to guess something: "Her cough is getting worse."

Bingley's face was not very good either.

The doctor nodded at them, and said hesitantly: "I think Miss Bennet has a murmur in her lungs. I'm afraid she has turned from a cold to pneumonia."

As soon as Jane heard "pneumonia", she yelled in shock and collapsed back on the bed.

Caroline couldn't help much, suddenly she had a flash of inspiration: "Isn't there a very fashionable treatment method in London?"

"Bleeding?" Bingley disagreed. "Miss Bennet is too weak."

Jane quickly shook her head to express her refusal, but she was too weak, so small that it was hard to see that she was refusing.

The doctor smiled kindly: "Miss Bennet needn't be afraid, it's not in a rough way like using a knife."

Elizabeth probably knew what was going on, but she thought it was no better than a knife.

"Anyway, this is the countryside, and there are everywhere." The doctor happily asked his assistant to do it quickly: "There are as many leeches as you want in the fields."

Jane let out an "ah", and her vision darkened and she passed out.

Caroline said sarcastically: "I thought you were used to seeing that kind of thing."

Leeches?

Elizabeth silently lit a piece of wax for Jane on the bed. Caroline was exaggerating. After all, the five sisters of the Bennet family were the daughters of country gentry, and they had never done farm work by themselves, but leeches were still common. Speaking of it, Elizabeth was not very frightened, nor did Jane cry out because of it.

Elizabeth is really courageous, and Jane is well-educated.

The Jane on the bed screamed just by hearing it, and she screamed quite loudly.

"Miss Bennet has passed out." The doctor was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so strong, so he had to explain tactfully: "It seems that her body is too weak. It's not too late. I will take advantage of her to sleep. Start bloodletting."

A black leech was caught by an assistant with tweezers and approached Jane's finger to suck blood.Jane is always accompanied by someone, and once the leech is full of blood, it will be replaced. Based on Elizabeth's experience of watching so many TVs, this kind of bloodletting is not small, but the current medical profession believes that this is the only way Only after half a dozen leeches have been replaced can the virus dormant in the blood be removed, Elizabeth asked, "Is it almost there?"

Jane's face was already pale due to blood loss. It was one thing for her to suffer from pneumonia, but Elizabeth could not just watch her face the danger of her life due to excessive blood loss.

The doctor also felt that it was almost done, and asked the assistant to wake Jane up with smelling salts, and he went to get the blood-sucking leech. When Jane opened her eyes and saw a fat leech on her finger that had enjoyed a big meal, she frantically shook it off. After two strikes, it was useless, and he fainted from fright.

assistant:"……"

Elizabeth: "..."

"..." The doctor cleared his throat: "Miss Bennet seems to have regained a little vitality, and it seems that the bloodletting is still effective."

Jane would not wake up for the time being, and after Bingley paid the consultation fee and sent the doctor away, Elizabeth had dinner with everyone, and finally got a moment of free time to sit in front of the fireplace and read a book at night.The three Bingleys were playing cards with Mr. Hurst. Darcy came in last, took a seat farthest from Elizabeth, and sat down, silently looking at the book in his hand.

Caroline had the best luck that night, and yelled that Elizabeth was her goddess of luck.

"I've been losing since Darcy came in," complained Bingley loudly. "Why isn't Miss Elizabeth Bennet on my side?"

Caroline smiled triumphantly: "Because she has the best relationship with me."

"You can look at the cards for me, Darcy." Bingley greeted Darcy: "It's very cold in the rainy night, sit closer to the fireplace, my friend."

Because of the awkward encounter in the afternoon, Darcy, unable to face Elizabeth, sat alone in the corner, feeling somewhat lonely.

Elizabeth thought it was very interesting, so she echoed Bingley: "You are absolutely right. No matter how interesting the contents of the book are, they can't warm people up like a fireplace."

In order not to put pressure on Darcy, she got up and left for a while, trying to find the next volume of the book in the library at Netherfield Gardens. The entertainment in the country is limited, so Bingley managed the library to the best of its ability. Among them, many popular and fashionable novels can only be bought in London. If no one bothers, Elizabeth can stay here for a day without feeling bored.

Walking through the rows of bookshelves, the beech bookcases casting great shadows in the dim candlelight, Elizabeth was not at all frightened, and it reminded her of a library twice as large at Pemberley.If Darcy can't find her, he will come to the library, and Elizabeth will run between the bookshelves to play a little hide-and-seek with him, and it will all end up with Mr. Darcy catching Mrs. Darcy.The prize for victory is an intimate little game, a secret not even known to the manor's most senior servants.

This time, Elizabeth did not find what she wanted, not only Mr. Darcy, but also the book she wanted.

She returned to the living room a little lonely, and the excited expression on Caroline's face let Elizabeth know that Caroline had won another big win during her absence.

"It seems that Miss Elizabeth Bennet is not my goddess of luck," Caroline looked at Darcy pointingly: "Someone is."

Bingley laughed loudly: "I don't know if there is such a saying that the god of luck is a man."

Darcy obviously didn't want to pay attention to this topic. He had already changed his seat and sat on the other side of the fireplace, which happened to be facing Elizabeth, and he could look at the cards in Bingley's hand when he turned his head. So he deliberately asked Elizabeth: "Do you have any questions?" Did you find the book you want?"

He saw that Elizabeth's hands were empty.

Elizabeth did not return to her original seat, but sat not far from Caroline, as if she was helping her read the cards. Darcy followed her, as if she didn't understand why she didn't sit opposite her. She pretended not to notice .

Bingley complained angrily, presumably because he found that his library was not as perfect as he had imagined, Caroline immediately knew it was not good, maybe she would try to stop Bingley from spending money indiscriminately when she woke up tomorrow morning, otherwise he would I can buy another five-carriage book from London.

"Maybe Miss Bennet's condition is really worrying." Caroline immediately tried to dispel Bingley's thoughts.

But she picked up a stupid subject, and Bingley's mood, which had managed to relax a little, sank again, and Mrs. Hurst gave Caroline a sharp look.

Elizabeth came out to smooth things over: "I just can't find another copy of "Hercules". It may be in a corner of the house. I can't believe that Mr. Bingley also collected this book."

"The great hero in Greek mythology?" Caroline smiled: "Are you looking at mythology? Miss Elizabeth Bennet, is it because I just said that you are the goddess of fortune?"

Both she and Mrs. Hurst laughed.

"If it's Hercules written by Antisthenes," Darcy said slowly, "the other one is in my hands."

Caroline couldn't laugh all of a sudden, so she had to let out a "hehe" in order to make the sudden stop of laughter not appear abrupt.

"I can't see that there are two philosophers tonight," Bingley looked at Darcy and then at Elizabeth. If his blue eyes were not so innocent, Elizabeth almost thought that his imagination was as good as Mrs. Bennet's. Yes, he clicked his tongue: "And it's still a radical cynic."

Caroline finally found a chance to interject again. She was very unhappy about such a coincidence, but she also thought in her heart that Elizabeth never had the luck to be favored by Darcy, so she lost her sense of proportion: "Antisthenes The crazy student of Plato? From this point of view, the cynic is really right, at least the word 'dog' is used correctly."

See, she also understands philosophy.

"Antisthenes didn't use elaborate phrases to package ideas," Darcy was a little speechless: "People are stamped with the seals of generals and emperors, and things are stamped with honor, wisdom, happiness and wealth. It's just a fake stamp on broken copper and iron."

Bingley clapped his hands: "Yes, the stamp, I have a stamp of five thousand pounds, and Darcy has ten thousand pounds."

Even the slow Mr. Hurst laughed.

Bingley sighed again: "In fact, we are all ordinary men."

He looked at the stairs thoughtfully, obviously thinking of the sick and lovely girl who made him worry about it.

Darcy obviously does not agree with the "we" in his mouth.

Caroline deliberately asked: "I don't know if Miss Elizabeth Bennet has any ideas?"

Elizabeth naturally agreed with Bingley's statement, because she had witnessed Mr. Darcy's falling in love one by one, and she was no different from other men, but she couldn't tell.

She didn't express an opinion, and answered directly with the words in the book.

"The cynics believe that the essence of virtue is self-control. People should live according to nature, abandon fame, wealth, family, marriage and even life, and ask for nothing outside of themselves." Elizabeth looked at Darcy and said: "The most stupid Too much sensuality, especially love."

This is undoubtedly the true portrayal of Darcy's heart at the moment, and he looked straight at it.

Elizabeth tactfully responded to his gaze: "That's what it says in the book."

This village girl is just endorsing, Caroline thought contemptuously.

"Amazing," Bingley added, foolishly, "you have a remarkable memory!"

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet, if you don't mind," Darcy silently closed the book, Elizabeth looked over, the cover of the book in his hand was obviously the one she couldn't find, but Darcy didn't "Ms. "Priority" means: "I want to read this book first. From your words, I think this book is particularly enlightening."

Elizabeth smiled and nodded: "I don't mind. On such a continuous rainy day, finding a lovely book is almost the only joy. How can I have the heart to deprive you of your only joy, Mr. Darcy."

Bingley disagreed: "There is still a game of cards."

Darcy didn't answer, he said "thank you" in a low voice.

Elizabeth's smile just now almost made him forget his self-control for a moment, and the lady had clearly said those very vigilant words, but Darcy couldn't remember a single word at the moment.

Is love stupid?Yes, stupid and crazy.

Her words and her people aroused huge contradictions, and set off a stormy sea in Darcy's heart.

If he met her again, even if there were other people around, Darcy didn't dare to imagine what he would do.Or can't help but go up to talk to her, or ask her which philosopher she likes, or greet her family?

Darcy thought himself a fool, and the loveliness of the young lady could not take away the fact that her family was ill-bred.

The last to enter the living room, the first to leave.

The rest of the players continued to play cards, and they had to go to bed after the round, but Caroline still won the round.

Bingley laughed straight: "It seems that the god of luck is not a man."

Elizabeth smiled at her, and Caroline felt her heart sting.