[Pride and Prejudice] A Gentleman's Love

"What are you arguing about?" said Mrs. Bennet, coming from the backyard, disturbed by the sight of her daughters arguing.According to what she said, worrying about their marriage every day is enough to give her a headache.

"Mom..." Lydia wanted to tell her mother, but Elizabeth stopped her.

"It's nothing, Mom, we can solve it ourselves." Elizabeth pulled Lydia into the room.

In the room, Lydia sat on a soft chair and stared at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was not so annoyed now, she sat next to Lydia, looked at her and said, "Would you say it again, Lydia."

"Why do you want me to say it again?" Lydia was a little dissatisfied.

"This is very important. Lydia. This is about a person's reputation." Elizabeth said in a solemn tone.At that time, she was led by her own emotions, so it was inevitable that she was not calm enough.Although Lydia is a somewhat frivolous girl, she is not a bad person after all.Arguing with her will only make things worse, but talking to her calmly can have some unexpected effects.

Elizabeth's tone became calm and humble again, so this comforted Lydia very well.She promised to tell the full story again, then pouted again at the end.

"I'm not talking nonsense, it's obvious."

"No, you can't say that." Elizabeth looked at each other, she thought for a while.

"It's not fair. You only hear and see Mr. Wickham and the others from the beginning to the end, but you don't give Mr. Darcy a chance to speak."

"Isn't his arrogance enough?"

"Arrogance and character are not equal. Lydia, let alone, I would like to guarantee that Mr. Darcy is not a bad person, but a noble person." Elizabeth said calmly.Her face was calm and gentle, but her tone was too firm.

Lydia is often scolded by her parents for her unapproved behaviors. Although Jane treats her tenderly, she never treats her as an adult.She and her sisters in the family were always quarreling, and she rarely had such a calm conversation. For this reason, she pursed her lips.

"That's because you like him, Lizzy, I can see that."

Elizabeth smiled, and Lydia's attitude at the moment let her know that what she did was right.

"I didn't know you could see it. I thought I hid it well."

This small compliment made Lydia feel a little proud again, "Of course I know, you all treat me like a child, but I always see clearly. I can tell who likes whom at a glance."

"Okay, I apologize." Elizabeth said sincerely.

"You should really apologize. Although my father has always told me that I like to behave mischievously, I don't have the habit of telling lies." Lydia said with some complaints.

"No, I never suspected that you were lying about this matter, I just believe that Mr. Darcy is not that kind of person. And, Lydia, a person's reputation is very important, even if it is just to listen to these remarks, we It also needs to be considered again and again, let alone telling others about them."

Lydia said nothing.She frowned and bit her lip, seeming to listen to Elizabeth's words, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Lydia didn't say anything to others, Longbourne was a small place, and news always spread quickly. Just when Elizabeth was worried, a more important news came.

"My God! Mr. Darcy and Mr. Wickham are fighting!" Catherine hurried home and said, she was shopping with her father in the town, but she heard the news as soon as she left the store.

Elizabeth and the girls all went out, but before they arrived, a man from the front announced that it was over.

"My God, I never knew that Mr. Darcy was such a violent man. Poor Mr. Wickham was beaten for no reason."

"Look, Lizzy! That's what you call a noble man, and that's surprising!" cried Lydia, who looked quite indignant at poor Mr. Wickham, and Catherine, too. So they clamored to go and see poor Mr. Wickham.

Elizabeth's heart was disturbed, and Jane comforted her, saying that maybe it wasn't so bad, and there was no bad news coming.

"No, it's bad," Elizabeth said, biting her lip.She would never look at it in the sensible terms of "misunderstanding" again.

No news came from Netherfield, nor from Mr. Wickham.A layer of mystery seemed to hang over the two young men, both from the Pemberley estate.

The people in the town were all guessing, and almost everyone agreed that Mr. Darcy was really bullying the poor Mr. Wickham. After all, some people said that they saw Mr. Darcy beating someone first.

"I told you he was not a good man!" cried Lydia, who had visited Mr. Wickham at home, and had joined Catherine in her shrill voice to make Mr. Wickham well again. It was so exaggerated that all the women in the Bennett family, except Elizabeth, lamented Mr. Wickham's pity.

"Lizzy, can you see clearly, that Mr. Darcy is a very violent person!" Lydia said angrily. Elizabeth was upset, but she didn't want to argue with the other party.

"I'll go out," she said, taking an umbrella. Mrs. Bennet called after her, but Elizabeth did not answer.

It has been raining lightly for days.Elizabeth doesn't like rain, and now she is eagerly looking forward to sunny days.She took the umbrella, but when she went out, she didn't know where she should go.

Netherfield?No, what qualifications do you have to go?She asked herself, hesitated in place, and finally, she decided to go to the lake to try her luck.

"I should know that I don't have any good luck." Elizabeth murmured while standing by the lake.She stood for a while, and a while, until the rain picked up.She sighed, looked back, and prepared to go home temporarily.But just when she turned around to leave, the figure of the man came into her eyes.

Elizabeth stood there, holding an umbrella, the rain was so heavy that she could hardly see the person's appearance clearly, but she could recognize the person's figure.

He stood upright, and also held an umbrella, which was black, against the paleness of the finger bones holding the handle, but not weak.

Mr. Darcy was standing there, and Elizabeth walked towards him before she could think it through in her mind.

One step, two steps, three steps, her pace was getting closer and closer, and she was almost trotting behind.

The rain mixed with the wind almost fell on her cheeks, moistened the hair on the side, and stuck it to her cheeks not so beautifully.

"You are injured." Elizabeth stood in front of the man and said in a daze.

The rainwater hit the umbrella surface, and the corner of the man's mouth was broken. The wound was not big, but it looked a bit hideous on his smooth face.He has always been such a calm and calm person, tall and well-dressed. Elizabeth never thought that such a person would raise his fist and hurt himself.

"Have you applied the medicine?" Elizabeth asked hesitantly. She didn't know much about wound care. The wound at the corner of her mouth always made her very concerned, and she even forgot. In this era, her words of concern , if it is said from the mouths of two men and women who have no relationship, it seems a bit too concerned.

Mr. Darcy looked at her with calm eyes, but in the heavy rain, he looked a little fragile.

"Now, do you still believe it?"

Elizabeth pursed her lips. She gave herself three seconds to think, then nodded without hesitation and said, "I believe, it has always been."