[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

They happily returned home, and what they waited for was naturally Mrs. Bennet's merciless reprimand.

"How did you come back?" Mrs. Bennet put her hands on her hips, wondering: "How did you come back."

"We borrowed Mr. Bingley's carriage." In order to appease the mad mother, Lydia stood up first and winked at Elizabeth, who said something very cleverly.

"Jane is not feeling well yet. I'll help her back to her room first." The two returned upstairs, leaving Lydia alone beside Mrs. Bennet.

"Tell me how much trouble you have caused other people's families! And if you make such a fuss, Jane may catch a cold again."

Listening to her mother's endless scolding, Lydia quickly changed the topic: "You don't know how disappointed Mr. Bingley was when he heard the news that Brief had left."

Mrs. Bennet's eyes lit up, evidently pleased with the result, but she began to complain and talk about why they left so early.

But Mrs. Bennet's heart softened when she saw her younger daughter, Lydia, staring at her without saying a word.

"You are tired from the carriage, go upstairs and rest."

Lydia nodded and quickly returned to her room.

Mr. Bennet was overjoyed when he heard the news of his daughters' return, except of course Lydia.

At lunch, he lavishly praised their behavior for coming back so early: "If you are not there, I always feel that the family gathering at night is not worth a little bit."

Elizabeth began to care about her sister's feelings, interrupted her father's words and said: "I just think that this kind of night talk is meaningful when everyone gets together."

Mary devoted herself to studying those profound books. During the few days when her sisters were away, because of their diligence, she seemed to have felt a little bit. Seeing them coming back now, she couldn't wait to share her experience with them.

She showed some of the things she had written recently to Lydia, hoping she could give her some advice.

After being away from home for a few days and experiencing strange people like Caroline, Lydia now thinks everyone is cute. Seeing her sister looking forward to it, she also smiled and took it over to turn a few pages.

It is no exaggeration to say that Mary is the most knowledgeable person in the Bennett family. Even among the people around her, her knowledge is outstanding.

Mary knew from a young age that there was an elder sister and a second sister whom her father loved, and there were two delicate and young younger sisters, but she was the only third child who was not beautiful and had no talent in other areas. For this reason, she could only She made up her mind to study, although at the beginning it was a bit of an idea of ​​trying to attract others' attention, but now, she is really immersed in it.

Although she still can't get rid of the habit of showing off to others, her love for reading is increasing day by day. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to go straight to the bookstore without buying anything as soon as she received her pocket money.

Lydia casually flipped through a few pages, and found that her sister actually had some insights in literature. Although she was still very immature, she could imagine that if she continued like this, she would be very good.

She praised Mary a few times with great appreciation, and saw Mary's delicate face blushing, and said coyly: "It's not that good." Turning her head, she advised her to study more and grow up wisdom.

Kitty on the left watched Mary occupying Lydia for so long, and not to be outdone, she tugged on Lydia's sleeve and started talking.

As soon as she came back, she went to her uncle's house. At this time, she was chattering about those officers, which immediately hooked up the things that Lydia was about to forget.

"Where did you meet Mr. Wickham?" Lydia looked at her, although she had a questioning tone, but she was sure in her heart.

This also had to be affirmed, seeing Kitty's hesitant look and guilty look, Lydia understood everything.

"Actually, there is nothing to say about Mr. Wickham's matter." Kitty said to Lydia with a smile, wondering how could she know?

"Do you know Mr. Wickham?" She was a little angry that Lydia knew this gentleman and didn't tell her!

Lydia glanced at her sideways: "I know it from your mouth."

Kitty covered her mouth in fright, thinking how she accidentally revealed his name.

She thought about it and made sure she didn't say, "It's not me!"

"It's you."

Lydia's affirmative attitude made her a little puzzled, and the affirmation in her heart was slightly shaken.

For the next afternoon, they all stayed in Jane's room and talked with her. Lydia felt that she felt very good in her own home. She sat lazily on the sofa and talked to Jane and the others from time to time.

Kitty, after a while, forgot about Wickham, and began to gossip about those officers.

The afternoon passed quickly, and after they finished their dinner, they took an early carriage ride. Lydia said that she wanted to go to bed early, so she would not participate in their conversation.

One more Lydia and one less Lydia didn't matter to Mr. Bennett, the most important thing was that Jane and Elizabeth were here, so he nodded to express his agreement.

Lydia said good night to them, and Mrs. Bennet felt sorry for her baby Lydia who was tired, and immediately urged her to go upstairs to rest.

Because she has been living in Niripei Garden for the past few days, Lydia has never really put her mind to sleep. Seeing her familiar and lovely quilt, she immediately rushed over and lay down beautifully. fell asleep.

As for Darcy, I don't know if it was because of the absence of the three Bennett sisters, Bingley always felt less angry, and said that it would be great if they could stay for a few more days.

Darcy silently agreed with him in his heart, but he still looked indifferent on the surface.

Caroline sneered, but thought it was good for them to leave early.

Early the next morning, Lydia happily went downstairs to have breakfast.

After Mary and Kitty came down, and everyone was almost there, Mr. Bennet said to his wife: "My dear wife, I hope you will not be surprised, you can go and order Salehi to have a good meal next time." Just a moment, I'm sure we've got a visitor coming."

Mrs. Bennet's eyes lit up, she nodded quickly, and asked, "Honey, who are you talking about?"

Mr. Bennet said, "It's a strange gentleman." Mrs. Bennet's eyes brightened.

"Is it Mr. Bingley? Oh! I'm sure it must be Mr. Bingley." She looked at Jane and said with some reproach: "Oh, why didn't you reveal such a good thing to your mother?"

Jane was also puzzled and looked at her father.

"It's not Mr. Bingley." His cold words broke his wife's dream: "To be precise, I haven't seen him either?"

"Then who is this gentleman? How much income? How is his character?" Mrs. Bennet actively asked, which made Mr. Bennet feel a little irritated, but also a little proud.

He coughed twice, and explained to everyone: "About a few days ago, I received a letter, and after thinking about it for a long time, I replied to him. That's right, this letter is your cousin, our cousin, From Mr Collins."

When he heard the name coming out of his mouth, Mrs. Bennet's face turned gray, and she interrupted her husband's words loudly, and stated that she would never receive him warmly.

"I can't stand you mentioning that name, and my nerves ache at the thought of this odious fellow, who will inherit our property in the future."

Lydia felt that Mrs. Bennet's nerves were really aching.

"Anyway, I have nothing against this gentleman, and it is an abomination that our property and this house should not be left to our own children, but to him," said Mrs. Bennet sharply. mumbling.

Not only Mrs. Bennet hated him, but all the four ladies in the family, including Jane, except Lydia, had subtle feelings for this cousin.

I don't hate it, but I always feel a little weird when I think that this gentleman will inherit their parents' property.

They said they hated it, but they knew it wasn't the cousin's fault, and they were all to blame for the abominable limited inheritance rights.

No matter how much Mrs. Bennet dislikes this gentleman and does not expect him to come, what should come will always come.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, someone knocked on the door of Bennett's house, and all the people in the room looked at the closed door with complicated eyes.