[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

The speed of the carriage was quite fast, and they set off very early, so they arrived at the border of London very quickly.

Sir Lucas asked the coachman to stop the car at the hotel he had already negotiated, and told him that he would still be here to pick them up at this time tomorrow.

They got out of the carriage and took their casual suitcases. Sir Lucas took them to the reserved room and asked them to remember to come down for lunch later.

Elizabeth and Lydia packed their things and went downstairs arm in arm.

Lucas took the two sisters and his daughter Maria into the small restaurant next to the hotel, and told them that they could go out for a stroll in the afternoon, hoping to see the excited expressions on the faces of the three young ladies.

There was an expression of excitement on Maria's face that Lucas wanted to see, but he didn't see it on the faces of the Bennet sisters.

"What's the matter, Elizabeth, Lydia, are you unhappy?" Lucas said to them.

"No, very happy." Elizabeth and Lydia said in unison.

In the afternoon, Lucas fulfilled his promise and let them out.

Maria immediately gave a cheer, and said that she was going to the most fashionable cloakroom here, and begged Elizabeth to accompany her.

Elizabeth looked at Lydia in embarrassment.

"Lydia, where are you going?" she asked.

Lydia said she didn't have to worry about herself, in fact, she was quite happy to be alone.

"It's okay, I'm on a different path from you, it's enough to walk around alone."

Since Lydia said so, Maria had another pleading expression, and Elizabeth could only nod her head.

The three ladies had a clear division of labor. Soon, Elizabeth accompanied Maria out, and Lydia sneaked back to her room and took out her painting.

In fact, before coming here again, Lydia had greeted Darcy and told him the cause and effect.

If Lydia went to the auction house alone, she was a woman and had no identity, so there was no guarantee that the auction house would not raise the commission again and again.

In addition, Lydia had no idea where there was an auction house.

And at this time, the real, all-powerful, little angel—Mr. Darcy, comes in handy.

But because Darcy had already left London, he could only appoint a man he could trust here to help Lydia.

Estimated estimated time, it is estimated that it is almost here.

Lydia held the painting in her hand and circled outside the door.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Lydia Bennett?" The voice of the visitor was very young, but judging from his appearance, one could guess that he was about 30 years old.

"I'm Vic James." The man had eyes with thin frames, and a long gray coat made him look elegant.

"Hello, Mr. James." Lydia quickly stood up and greeted him: "I am."

"Just call me Vic." James' words sounded unexpectedly hearty.

"Okay, Vic." Lydia was kind.

James looked at the girl in front of him very curiously, but it was somewhat impolite, so he quickly looked away: "Do you mind, show me the painting?"

"Of course!" Lydia handed him the painting.

James took it over, dazzled by the girl's smile just now.

I really didn't expect that Darcy would be interested in this type of girl. James kept wondering, but his hands kept moving. He always thought that Darcy would like, for example, Lanster Miss, or is it a flower of old age like Miss Cairns.

His thoughts paused after he opened the painting, and then his full attention was transferred to the painting.

As Darcy's friend, he is a well-known art dealer in London. Of course, James must have first-hand information about the latest fashionable paintings.

It is inevitable that he is obsolete about art. Although James does not have much talent in painting, he is also good at appreciating paintings.

He stretched out his hand, and said to Lydia in a gentlemanly way: "Why don't we find a place to sit down and have a good talk."

Lydia's heart is actually a bit rough, because she understands that although she knows the value of this painting, she can't keep it. If she meets someone who doesn't know the goods, won't she suffer?

Really poor peasant Lydia, still needs a share of circulating funds in her hand.

But she watched the action of this Mr. James.It doesn't look like an ignorant person, which made her hang a little bit more relaxed.

She moved her somewhat numb leg.

"Miss Lydia, do you mind letting me touch it?" Vic James pointed to the painting in his hand and said to her.

"It's okay, please be careful." Lydia nodded.

"This...Looking at Pailu, it should be a painting by Rembrandt?" James raised his head and asked her.

Lydia nodded.

Now it's easy to handle, James has always believed in his own vision, and after many verifications by himself, he can be sure that this is the real thing.

In addition, the person Darcy likes is not bad after all.

Seeing Wannian Bingshan showing a shy expression in front of him, James had a weird smile on his mouth.

As a painting dealer, the most important thing in his hands is complete resources. James saw that Miss Lydia also knew how to look at paintings. At this time, he wanted to sell the paintings for auction because of lack of money.

James intends to sell Lydia a good one, and he can further develop his relationship with Darcy in the future: "I see that you seem to want to take it to the auction house?"

"Yes, sir."

"Actually, I just want to accept some paintings here, Miss Lydia." James looked at her, thinking she understood what he meant.

Lydia looked back with a smile.

In the end, of course, James was the first to lose.

"Okay, Miss Lydia, let me be honest." James said: "I need a batch of paintings recently. To be honest, I am very optimistic about the future market of Rembrandt's paintings, so if you don't mind, I am willing to buy directly from you."

What James said was half-truth and half-false. After all, he was a businessman, so he was extremely philistine when he spoke.

Lydia nodded with her finger on the table: "So, you want me to sell you a convenience?"

Her words were extremely innocent, but it made James vomit blood in anger.

Originally, he wanted to sell Lydia, but now it seems that Lydia sold him out of good intentions.

Sure enough, he couldn't take it lightly, looking at the lady's beautiful and brainless appearance, but he didn't think about it, how could Darcy fall in love with a brainless beauty?

James began to regret a little that he had underestimated her.

But he was already riding a tiger, and if he said no at this time, he would definitely offend the lady, and when the wind blew in his ears, Darcy would definitely have a bad impression of him.

It took him a lot of time to establish a relationship with this young man. At this time, he has to use himself for something. If he can't handle it well, he will inevitably be alienated.

Besides, it's not an embarrassing thing for me to accept this lady's favor.

Having figured it out, James quickly followed Lydia's words. In fact, he really needed all the paintings in his hands to help him survive the scene.

The two quickly settled down, and James promised to pay her off in one lump sum.

Without waiting for a long auction, Lydia was in a great mood when she received a sum of cash that could be used.

After discussing the time of the transaction, Lydia returned to the hotel with her painting in her arms.

She left the coffee shop without knowing that shortly after she left, the next customer who came to that seat picked up a small book from the sofa and flipped through it.

The next day James came to deal with her as expected.

Lydia was naturally delighted to have received a handsome sum of pounds.

James, who didn't win well, could only touch his nose, feeling in his heart that he was really treating everyone with caution.

This decision made him suffer less dark losses in the future, this is what the two of them don't know.

At the same time as before, the coachman came to meet them, and they set off on the road to Hunsford from London.

When he arrived at Hunsford, Sir Lucas kept his eyes on the hidden and hidden Collins priest's mansion.

At every turn, Lucas had to look everywhere, and finally it paid off, and Collins' house became clearly visible.

They walked along the fence of Rosings Manor, and sisters Lydia and Elizabeth smiled at each other, remembering Collins' description of this.

The green palisades, the hedge of moongrowth, everything fit Collins' description of his room.

They got out of the carriage together, and Collins and Charlotte, who heard the sound of the carriage, also came out to meet them, and they passed through a small gate together, and finally came to Collins and Charlotte.

After not seeing her relatives and friends for several months, Charlotte couldn't help being a little excited. She held the hands of her sister and Elizabeth, and nodded to Lydia from time to time. She seemed extremely happy.

Collins greeted his cousins ​​while chatting with Sir Lucas.

Of course, Collins has not changed because of getting married. He is still the same as before, rigid, formal, and arrogant.

He asked Lydia about the situation of Bennett's family, and he didn't let her in until he had heard her answer one by one.

Charlotte turned a blind eye to her husband's behavior. She greeted Elizabeth warmly, which only made Elizabeth feel extremely embarrassed.

Collins' ostentatious tone reappeared in everyone's ears, talking about the cleanliness of his home.

"Of course, besides me, this also depends on Charlotte's credit." Collins said.

After getting married, Charlotte didn't care about Collins as much as before, and she just declined his words twice, and didn't say anything.

Collins started to show off other things while talking, and he kept staring at Lydia as he spoke, as if he wanted to see if his cousin had any regrets.

He had heard that Lydia was not engaged yet.

Lydia naturally pretended not to understand, and looked at the scenery outside the window with her eyes.

I have to say that the scenery of Hunsford is still very distinctive.

Then Collins led them around again, and invited them to walk in his garden.

"It's all taken care of by me." The garden has a large area and an exquisite layout, and Collins is very proud of his own trimming and maintenance.

Charlotte took the opportunity to compliment her husband as usual, but her words still showed absent-mindedness.

Elizabeth is beginning to feel that Charlotte regrets it now.

In order to avoid Collins' words, Lydia still remembered Collins' terrible saliva until now, so she hid at the end.

The group of them walked around to the edge of the garden, Collins frowned, and his eyes were closely listening to the moving black spots in the distance.

Because his words stopped abruptly, everyone was very puzzled by his attitude and looked over together.

Charlotte's tone was also a little surprised.

"Is this... is it... this?" She covered her mouth.

Collins nodded towards his wife, and said seriously to everyone in a tone of great grace.

"Everyone, the most important moment in your life is coming, look there! You will welcome a noble and holy lady, please don't show rude expressions, but don't feel inferior because of your shabby clothes, because Catherine Madame believes that everyone has their own way of dressing according to their class, and you can keep it like this.”

Collins spoke seriously, and the fat on his face after marriage trembled.