[Sherlock Holmes] Captured a detective

Chapter 85

Jenny soon understood why Georgiana lost her temper.

The handsome man with the trendy moustache, boyish curly hair and round eyes could easily arouse a woman's maternal instinct, but his eyes spoiled it all.Those beautiful eyes showed greed, cunning, jealousy, vanity and unwillingness. Although he hid it well, it was a pity that the other men present knew him very well.

Mr. Bingley made no secret of his dislike for the man, but he still stood beside his friend, as if trying to keep the man away from Darcy.

Jenny was sure at a glance that he was the Wickham Georgiana had spoken of.

The man didn't seem to see Mr. Darcy's disgusted eyes. He stood there triumphantly, as if he was very close to Darcy.Only when he saw Sherlock, the man's eyes showed a little fear, and he was standing at the farthest place from Sherlock.

The Bennet ladies are standing near the man, very close to Wickham, Mrs Bennet is holding her youngest daughter in an affectionate conversation with the son-in-law, while her other daughters, especially the eldest two One, trying to make her volume down.

"Georgianna, Mrs. Hudson." Seeing the two, Darcy impatiently got rid of the twittering in his ears and stepped forward.It's a pity that Wickham doesn't seem to be able to look at people's eyes. Maybe he did it on purpose. He took two quick steps and rushed to Jenny and Georgiana before Darcy.

Jenny felt Georgiana's hand grip her stiffly.

"I don't think I've seen this lady before. Are you from London? It's an honor to meet you." Wickham turned his head and greeted Georgiana coolly: "Good day, dear Georgiana."

"Oh, my God, such a disrespect." Jenny raised her chin exaggeratedly in a haughty surprise, "It's so rude to call an unmarried lady by her name without permission, it's like an uneducated servant Wait. I think I know who you are, you're the cheap gambler, Mr Wickham, aren't you?"

Jenny's rare meanness immediately silenced the scene.Wickham stood there ridiculously with his mouth open, unable to react for a long time.Although there is nothing wrong with a single word Jenny said, but no one would ever say that in person...

Mr. Darcy felt relieved... This Mrs. Hudson was indeed very interesting.

"Cough, cough, cough..." John was so frightened that he choked on the pipe.

"How dare you..." screamed Mrs. Wickham, who was about to rush forward when she was held back by her sisters.

"Sorry, I'm always telling the truth. The Marquis of Beveridge always said that I offend people so easily, but I don't think Mr. Wickham would mind, someone like you..." Zhan Ni took Georgiana around Wickham, brought her to Mr. Darcy, then turned her head and said casually, "Mr. thick-skinned enough, I think I should have gotten used to it by now?"

Wickham's face was livid, but he was not an ignorant countryman. He had heard of the Marchioness of Beveridge, a lady who had more than wealth and beauty.If the impolite lady in front of you really has an intimate relationship with the Marchioness...

"I thought only Viscount Bruce Willie had commented on you like that, Mrs. Hudson, it seems that all Londoners know about your problems." Sherlock said suddenly.

"What? He really said it? I must ask him next time." Jenny deliberately expressed her surprise in an intimate tone.

The nonsense couple looked at each other, each saw the naughtiness in the other's eyes, and then they both looked at Mr. Darcy very seriously, as if they hadn't said anything just now.

If the Marchioness of Beveridge is just a woman, then Bruce Willie is the most high-profile star in London now. He is the younger brother of the Duke of Windsor. He started in the army and now turns to politics. The most important thing is that he is only 30 Years old (about), is the person Wickham can only look up to no matter how much he envies and hates.

Mr. Darcy coughed and changed the subject: "Mrs. Hudson, you don't know Charles yet, Charles Bingley, my good friend."

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson." Bingley stepped forward to say hello, and he looked at Jenny curiously. Even though he was married, his face still had a kind of innocence and liveliness unique to young boys.

"Hello, Mr. Bingley." As long as she wasn't facing that scumbag Wickham, Jenny was normal.

Perhaps Jenny's opening remarks were too intimidating. In the following time, Wickham became much more low-key, and even his wife and mother-in-law became more careful.

This really came as a relief to everyone else, especially Jane and Elizabeth.

It was almost noon, and the Gardners and their children arrived. The two couples were very happy to receive the invitation. Among all the nieces, the Gardners liked Elizabeth the most, and it was also nice to meet acquaintances here. Let them very surprised.

Mei Li, who had been resting in the room during lunch, finally came out, and Jenny finally met the bride's father, Mr. Bennet, who went fishing by the lake early in the morning and came back at noon.There is also Mr. Bingley's younger sister, Miss Bingley—she looks very similar to Mr. Bingley, but this looks is handsome to Mr. Bingley, but Miss Bingley can only be regarded as handsome—it is said that she is not feeling well, so she has been staying in the in the room.

Miss Bingley made no secret of her disdain for the Bennets, and she also had misgivings about Jenny.

"I heard that you know the Marchioness of Beveridge, Mrs. Hudson?" Miss Bingley looked at Jenny, not quite believing that a woman like this would know a nobleman.

"Oh, I have met a few times, and it's not close. I just went to the Duke of Windsor's villa at her invitation. In fact, I should just be the landlord of Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson." Another troublesome person, Zhan Nibu introduced to continue to be the fox in "Fox Fake Tiger".

Miss Bingley seemed to be choking, she didn't know what to think, she suddenly stopped talking and began to cut the steak in front of her angrily, while Mrs Bennet, who had been listening with her ears pricked up, gasped, as if she was about to faint.

After getting rid of the curious and awe-inspiring gazes of the ladies, Jenny breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She was a little regretful and impulsive. She was not that kind of vain person, but now she seemed to suddenly become high-profile... Not at all what she wants to achieve.

There were quite a lot of things to do on the eve of the wedding. After Jenny hid in the room and took a nap, she decided to ask Sherlock to go for a walk nearby.

The servants are hurrying along the corridor, the butler is checking the supplies for tomorrow, and the housekeeper is checking the food for tomorrow.Jenny interrupted the butler and asked about the distance between everyone.The butler was very polite to Jenny, telling her that the others were out playing games.

Jenny went outside and saw everyone playing croquet.The future hostess and hostess of Pemberley Manor were not present. The Bingleys were on the same team as Katie Bennet and Mr. Bennet, and John, Merry, and the Wickhams were on the same team... It seemed quite unfair.The others sat watching, Georgiana and Miss Bingley at one table, and the rest of Bennet at another.

Sherlock is sitting alone at a table, I don't know if he has done something, no one dares to sit at the same table with him, and he is flipping through a book quickly, looking bored, I don't know Why did not leave.

Jenny almost felt sorry for Sherlock.She sat down next to Sherlock and asked, "Mr. Holmes, would you like to go for a walk? The weather is nice, and I happen to know a few nice places nearby."

"If you hadn't slept until this time like a sloth, we could have gone earlier." Sherlock threw the book away, jumped up and said, "What are you waiting for?"

"Georgiana, Miss Bingley, we are going for a walk, are you going?" Jenny asked politely.

Georgiana and Miss Bingley glanced at Sherlock, and said in unison: "Thank you, but forget it."

After getting away from the crowd, Jenny still couldn't help asking Sherlock: "What did you do just now? Why did I feel that the atmosphere was weird when you were there just now?"

"How could I do anything?" Sherlock felt innocent, "Do I have to care about what other people think?"

Jenny thought about it too, if Sherlock had really done something, John couldn't be playing croquet there so happily.

The two walked along the path in the woods for a while, and even Sherlock had to admit that although it was also a time-wasting and boring activity, if it was with Jenny, it didn't seem as boring as imagined.

Early the next morning, the entire Pemberley Manor began to get busy. After breakfast, the guests also arrived one after another, and the guests who lived in the Pemberley Manor had already started preparing.

The wedding was perfect. Even Mrs. Bennet, who was picky and showy, didn't shout loudly. When Mr. Bennet appeared with his arms around Elizabeth, she kept wiping away her tears...it must be tears of joy, she His daughter married another one, and she married very well.

"..." Mr. Bennet handed Elizabeth's hand out. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything. He just shook Darcy's hand firmly.

The former and current Ms. Bennet stood at the front. At this moment, they put aside their previous conflicts and dissatisfaction, and sincerely wished their sisters happiness.

What surprised Jenny was that the priest who presided over the wedding between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth turned out to be the same priest who presided over her and Sherlock the day before yesterday.She looked at Sherlock, Sherlock was not flustered, and Jenny calmed down.Sure enough, after the ceremony, when the pastor was introduced by Darcy, he also pretended that it was the first time they met, and Jenny was relieved.

On the contrary, John was not good at lying, and his expression was quite unnatural in front of the pastor. Fortunately, although Darcy was strange, it was impossible for him to think of the truth.

Jenny subconsciously reached out and touched the necklace on her neck. There was a ring hidden in her clothes. It was her wedding ring.She was a little curious about where Sherlock hid the ring, since she didn't see him wearing a necklace or anything.

After the wedding, we lingered for another two days, had a good time at Pemberley Manor, and then went home...to London.