[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

After Mr. Darcy made his gentlemanly departure, Elizabeth sat aside, and she did not go to the dance.Mary on the side was also sitting there, not holding a book in her hand, but her proud little head was still raised high.

"Look, everyone is rushing onto the dance floor like idiots, don't their toes hurt?" Mary commented meanly.She had been very haughty from the beginning, but Elizabeth knew she longed for a man to ask her to dance.

"Mr. Butler!"

Elizabeth's eyes wandered around the ball, and then found the somewhat awkward big man.

Gerald saw Elizabeth, and he walked towards her almost happily.God knows why women or men here are so interested in touching his muscles.

"This is my sister Mary, Mary, and this is Mr. Gerald Butler." Elizabeth introduced the two.

"Hi." Mary said gracefully.Although she is a bit noble and mean, compared to the somewhat stupid Lydia, she is a kind girl after all, and she will not deliberately embarrass a simple and honest gentleman.

"Hello, Miss Mary." Gerald grinned. He liked to be nice to people. Elizabeth was a funny girl, and he took it for granted that her sisters must be the same.

"Hasn't Mr. Harnett come?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, little uncle, he has something to do temporarily, he asked me to tell you, he is very sorry, and will explain to you someday. I have already told the owner here, originally I I want to find you, but the people here don’t know why, they are always interested in my muscles. They are also curious about the life of the crew, but they don’t know anything about it.” Gerald shrugged his shoulders and said bluntly .

"That's because many of them are fools who like to pretend they know everything, but they don't know anything at all. If you were a girl, you can ridicule them." Mary sneered, and then added .

"I hope you won't be offended, Mr. Butler."

"Well, although I may not understand, but Miss Mary, I don't think what you said is aimed at me, is it?"

"Of course not, Mr. Butler." Mary showed a strange expression.

Among the five sisters, she is the most inconspicuous one. It is because her eyebrows are not as gentle and generous as Jane, nor as special as Elizabeth, and not as straightforward and beautiful as the two younger sisters, but she is not the kind of person who feels inferior .She loves books, and pretends she knows more than her sisters, so she can't help showing off.But anyone who is an old hand or tries to please the girls doesn't like her.But Gerald was different. He regarded all these girls as friends.

"Jenny, if you don't have a dance partner yet, can I introduce you to one?" Elizabeth said with a smile.

"Oh, of course." Gerald grinned, then reacted, and awkwardly made an inviting gesture to Mary.

Mary's eyes lit up, but she still held out her hand reservedly, and then slid onto the dance floor with this Mr. Gerald, putting aside her original self-conceited theories.

Neither of those people were obviously focused on dancing or having sex with their partners, so most of the time, from Elizabeth's perspective, you can only see Mary chattering from time to time, expressing her opinions, while Gerald is listening. , and sometimes ask curious questions.

Watching the interaction between the two, Elizabeth suddenly thought, in fact, it would be nice if Mary could marry Mr. Butler.However, if both of them have no intentions, she'd better not mix it up.After figuring this out, her gaze became a little less interested again.It so happened that Charlotte, Sir William Lucas' daughter, was at last planning to rest for a while.

"Eliza, why don't you go dancing?" asked Charlotte, blushing, for she had danced enough today that her toes were beginning to ache.

"I was dancing, and now I'm resting."

"Are you talking about that Mr. Darcy? You've rested long enough." Charlotte said after taking a sip of her drink. Elizabeth didn't know how to respond, so she just smiled.But Charlotte obviously didn't intend to let her go, or she had always been very interested in this matter.

"You know, dear, we were all taken aback just now when we saw that Mr. Darcy come up to ask you to dance."

"Isn't that quite normal? Everybody's dancing, and it would be strange if Mr. Darcy sat alone at the ball."

"That's what it was, but it was Darcy, that Fitzwilliam Darcy. He went to two balls with us, but he only danced with two girls. One was his good friend's sister, and we You can see that he is reluctant, the other one is you, a fool can't see that he likes you!"

Did Elizabeth expect to panic at these words, or, as one would expect, to blush?But in fact, she just blinked slowly.

"It's just your opinion. Mr. Darcy and I have only met a few times, and he has never expressed his intention in this regard."

Charlotte felt a little strange when she heard this.

"This is indeed a strange thing. What do you think he is thinking?"

"What he thinks is no concern of mine, my dear Charlotte, but I never said I liked Mr Darcy."

The young girl's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Why do you say that? Could it be that there is a better candidate than him?"

Elizabeth frowned a little puzzled.

"I don't understand that, Charlotte. Why must I like Mr. Darcy?"

"Of course, isn't that obvious?" Charlotte brushed her hair back, and the faint freckles on her cheeks seemed to be jumping.

"He is a rich man and a nobleman. He only has one younger sister. Girls fantasize about such a man. What's more, he is very handsome, isn't he?"

When Charlotte said the last handsome adjective, she moved her mouth in a direction not far away.Elizabeth looked over, and in the crowd, that tall gentleman was indeed very eye-catching.Compared with his good friend, Mr. Bingley, his profile always looked too sharp, but his blue eyes, as long as he looked closely, were not so scary.

"Isn't it?" asked Charlotte, and Elizabeth, blinking again, mentally agreed with her conclusion.

"If he asked me to dance, I wouldn't hesitate."

The girls looked back, and Elizabeth looked at her friend and smiled.

"But do you forget what the people around you say about him?"

"No, of course not. I even think what they say is very reasonable, but I don't care so much if he is interested in me. There are too few rich bachelors, and arrogance is not a shortcoming."

"But you know, Charlotte, he doesn't really live here. It's a resting place at best. He lives in London, and he's rich and famous, why should he choose a country girl? Those thoughts, because they don't exist."

Charlotte felt that what Elizabeth said was reasonable, but on the one hand, she insisted that her opinion was correct, and on the other hand, she had to admit that what Elizabeth said was very realistic.

Charlotte was off to her next dance, and Elizabeth looked a little perplexed, but this perplexity was soon replaced by a smile.