[Pride and Prejudice] Crossing into Elizabeth

Mr. Darcy walked up to Lady Catherine quickly. "Auntie," he said, "I have had food prepared in the dining-room. You may have something to eat before you go."

His attitude was very natural, and there was no trace of any dispute with Lady Catherine.

Madam Catherine's face was silent for a while, and she said a little coldly: "No, I don't want to eat, and neither does Anne."

Mr. Darcy couldn't force it, he took a step back, "Then you have a good journey."

He didn't say anything else, but there was some regret on his face.

Mrs. Catherine's heart suddenly softened. She had not been in the same atmosphere just now, and now Darcy seemed to be giving in.

This is, after all, the child she watched growing up.

Mrs. Catherine paused for a moment, and said with some resignation: "We will write to you when we get to Rosings, Darcy, if you remember to write to us about what's going on in Pemberley."

When she spoke, she already had another calculation in her mind.

Darcy didn't want to leave Pemberley, it was just a temporary thought, and when Miss Bennet's condition really got worse, Darcy might change his mind.When the time came, she would extend the invitation, and take Darcy and Georgiana, and it would be a matter of course.

Even the marriage between Darcy and Anne may have some twists and turns.

Thinking of this, Lady Catherine felt that it was reckless to be so angry just now.

When Mr. Darcy sent Mrs. Catherine and her party into the carriage, Mrs. Catherine patted the back of his hand and whispered in a loving tone as an elder: "Darcy, if there is any change in the situation here, remember to write to me."

Darcy assured his aunt that he would write to her.

Mrs. Catherine nodded in satisfaction. Before getting into the car, she intentionally asked Anne and Darcy to have a few words, and asked her daughter, "Anne, do you have anything to say to your cousin?"

Miss Anne was silent all the way, and after hearing what her mother said, she even lowered her head slightly. On her head was a round hat with a wide cap, covering most of her face. People can't see her expression clearly.

She didn't speak at first, but Madam Catherine urged her, and then Miss Anne opened her mouth, but her words were very brief, which made Madam Catherine very dissatisfied.

All she said was: "Mr. Darcy, I will pray for Miss Bennet."

Mr. Darcy just smiled. Mrs. Catherine was very helpless and was about to get in the car. Miss Bingley came out at some point.

"Miss Anne," she came over and called Anne with a regretful look on her face, "I thought I could spend this Christmas with you, but I didn't expect you to leave so suddenly. I also heard that you and Georgiana made the exact same dress, and I wanted to open my eyes, but unfortunately I don't have this blessing."

Miss Anne put her hands on the brim of her hat and exposed her face. She cast a cold glance at Miss Bingley, who was complacent in front of her.

Miss Bingley curtseyed very gracefully.

"Good-bye, Miss Anne."

Miss Anne just glanced at Miss Bingley coldly, then let go of her hand holding the brim of her hat, she immediately turned around, and quickly got into the carriage, without saying a word to Miss Bingley. Miss Bingley's curtsey was a polite gesture, but Miss Bingley really disgusted her. Miss Anne was a person who dared to think and do, so she simply got into the carriage without giving her any face.

Lady Catherine was the first to get into the carriage, and Mrs. Jenkinson followed Miss Anne in a short time.

There was an order in the carriage, and the horses pulling the carriage immediately ran away, and the carriage quickly left the place.

Miss Bingley stood there in embarrassment. It would have been better if she had been alone, but Mr. Darcy was there too, and he had seen all that had just happened.Miss Bingley's face was flushed, and she was ashamed and annoyed. She didn't expect Miss Anne to be so ungrateful and embarrassing her!

Miss Bingley hated in her heart, so she could only bite the bullet and say such a sentence to the people around her, so as to save her face a little.

"Mr. Darcy," she said with a forced smile, "Miss Anne seems to be in a bad mood? Surely she doesn't want to go away so suddenly, is she unhappy?"

Mr. Darcy looked at her indifferently, but made no reply. Miss Bingley felt that the smile on his face could not be held back, so he said slowly: "Something happened to Anne's family, and they need to go home."

That was all Mr. Darcy said, and he turned and went back into the house.

Miss Bingley followed, feeling really uncomfortable.

Mr. Darcy really didn't want to talk to her, and he didn't say a word to her when he walked back.

When Anne said that she would pray for Miss Elizabeth, he suddenly felt that he owed her something, and felt sorry for her.

I was feeling guilty, but at this moment, Miss Bingley seemed to be rushing to make people annoying, and said such annoying things.

Mr. Darcy, of course, took no kindness to her.

He had specially invited Miss Bingley to Pemberley this time, but he had no selfish motives.

As soon as Anne and he reached the marriageable age, Mrs. Catherine hinted many times this year that he and Anne were married, but only hinted, and did not make it clear that Mr. Darcy could not directly refuse.Secondly, Miss Bingley was persistent with him. Although his attitude was always clear, Miss Bingley seemed never to be discouraged.

Mr. Darcy invited both Miss Anne and Miss Bingley to Pemberley, in the hope that by this opportunity they would both quit.

Now that his main purpose had been achieved, as for Miss Bingley, they had never had any problems, and it was only because there was Mr. Bingley between them, and he always cherished Bingley's friendship, that made things more troublesome.

Not a big deal though.

It's just that man's calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation. Mr. Darcy did not expect that Bingley would bring a Miss Bennet.

He had a vague premonition in his heart that this Miss Bennet would be his big trouble.

Mr. Darcy frowned. Now is not the time to think about it. He quickly walked back to the living room. Mrs. Reynolds was still standing at the door of the living room. Mr. Darcy quickly told Mrs. Reynolds to take care of herself. Take care of the Bentleys and the Hursts.

After finishing speaking, he was about to go upstairs. He was going to check on the patient's condition.

"Mr. Darcy!"

Mrs. Reynolds saw that Mr. Darcy was about to leave, and hurriedly stopped him.

"Is something wrong?"

At this moment, Miss Bingley also came into the room. Mrs. Reynolds smiled and nodded to Miss Bingley. It was inconvenient for the lady to hear what she was going to say to Mr. Darcy. Mrs. Reynolds approached Mr. Darcy. Whispered to the front:

"Just now Mrs. Hurst asked me a lot about Miss Bennet. I heard what she said, as if I believed that Miss Bennet had a tuberculosis. I told her that Miss Elizabeth just had a fever, but she It doesn't look like I believe it."

Mr. Darcy glanced at Miss Bingley, and Miss Bingley immediately noticed his gaze. She pretended not to pay attention to that side, but now she immediately looked towards them. Mr. Darcy quickly looked back, and he asked in a low voice Mrs. Reynolds: "Did they say anything about getting out of here?"

"This is not."

Mr. Darcy nodded, although he hoped that these guests would leave as soon as possible, but he was not in a hurry. He expected that if Mrs. Catherine left suddenly, those people would not be able to last long, and they would bring it up soon.

Mr. Darcy went up-stairs. He walked quickly, and soon came to Miss Elizabeth's room.

He knocked on the door and was soon let in.

Before Mr. Darcy opened the door and stepped in, he heard a voice that was about to cry, complaining there.

"...When something like this happened, why didn't you wake me up!"

The author has something to say: You will find that the image of Miss Anne is slightly different from the original work O(∩_∩)O

But this Miss Anne is pretty cute, right?

And poor Miss Bingley, it seems that there is no hope on the road to chasing a male god.

What, Darcy, are you already struggling?