[Pride and Prejudice] Becoming Katherine Bennett

The Bennett family didn't care about Charlotte's words.

Catherine, who is half the protagonist of the topic, didn't take it seriously. For her, there are far more things worth paying attention to than a wealthy brother-in-law. After all, no matter how rich her brother-in-law is, he won't give it to her.

Catherine was holding the needle and thread, but her mind was not on the cotton cloth at all. Her eyes were always looking out of the window, and the communication of other people in the room became a single background sound in her ears.

After half an hour, she finally got what she wanted.

The footman she sent to town to buy newspapers stood outside the window, waving to Catherine as agreed.

Catherine jumped up from the seat, forgetting that there were still needles and threads on her legs, and let them fall to the ground, and the chair was knocked down, making a muffled "boom" when it hit the ground.

"Oh Kitty, what made you so rash?" Mrs. Bennet was taken aback.

Catherine hurriedly picked up the chair, and apologized to Mrs. Bennett: "I'm sorry, Mom, I must remember more slowly next time. I suddenly remembered something, I went out first."

With that said, she walked out of the living room quickly, without giving others a chance to ask.

"Catherine has changed a lot these past few months," Charlotte said. "Lydia, why haven't you been in town lately?"

Lydia snorted unhappily, and spoke in a strange way: "Catherine wants to surpass Mary. She is the most talented girl in the Bennett family. She reads in the bedroom all day and refuses to ask her to go out to play. Now she Very boring and dull."

Mary wanted to say something to refute, but she couldn't find a suitable point of view for her to quote from the classics.

Catherine trotted across the hall, holding up her skirt, to the footman.

The valet handed her the newspaper: "Miss Catherine, here is the newspaper you want."

Catherine expressed her gratitude. She took the newspaper, walked around the living room, and returned to the bedroom through the stairs at the side door. After closing the door, she couldn't wait to open the "Daily Telegraph". "Blood Return" printed with a bold and large title.

"God is fair, every legend has a not-so-good start."

Duke Pittman Wilfred is sitting on the ebony sofa. This kind of wood from India is black as a whole, and the core material reveals a light dark green. The exquisite craftsmen follow the natural shape of the wood and polish it to be as bright as a mirror. .

Ebony is a high-grade wood with scarce production and heavy texture. It needs to be transported across the ocean to Paris. Others have a small piece that is very precious, but in Pittman's home, it is as big as a sofa.

This has gone beyond the concept of furniture and is a real work of art.

And such luxurious decorations can be seen everywhere in the house.Glossy elm wood floors, gorgeous and bright natural crystal lamps, purple Indian handmade carpets in noble colors...

The most beloved eldest grandson of the Duke of Pittman Wilfred, Adrian, sat opposite him, facing his solemn and majestic grandfather, he was still a little scared when he was young, but although he had heard too many stories about his grandfather's martial arts He is a true hero, but it is the first time the Duke himself has mentioned these great achievements to him.

Adrian couldn't care less about being afraid, he looked at the Duke expectantly, and couldn't help saying: "Grandfather, why don't you talk about it?"

"Where did I go?"

"You talked about when you were eighteen," Adrian reminded him.

"Oh, that's..." Duke Pittman Wilfried was lost in memory.

It was the summer of [-]. Pittman Antonio stood in front of the shop, counting the francs handed over by the boss and putting them in his pocket with satisfaction.

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Although the book was written by herself, Catherine had read it countless times before it was published, but when the articles she wrote by herself were printed in newspapers and turned into public readings with a taste of printed matter, she was still like an ordinary reader. One word has to be read, immersed in the atmosphere created by the story.

And such a scene is happening in many places in England at the same time.

In Kipsside, London, in a spice shop, Owen read the newspaper so fascinatedly that he didn't even look up when the customers came in.

Seeing this scene, his father Old Owen rushed over angrily and tugged at his ears: "Get up and greet the guests!"

Owen had no choice but to put down the newspaper, and after getting the goods for the guests, he hurried back to the chair.

Owen Sr. scoffed at his behavior: "I'm sure I'd be very happy if you had had The Times instead of the Daily Telegraph."

After reading the published one, Owen couldn't help but argue: "I'm watching one, oh father, it's not scary, it's a story about the revenge of a great character."

Old Owen was still not interested.

"No, no, it's not "Don Quixote". The protagonist of this book is pityed by God after being persecuted, and suddenly has supernatural powers. What did I lie to you, there is a brief introduction on it, hey dad, you took the newspaper Take it easy."

Bloor Humphrey and his friend Powell Stan, Mayfair Street, chatting about Blood Return.

"I guess the author, Addison Fitch, is a pseudonym. He must be a nobleman himself, otherwise he wouldn't be familiar with the precious items. You must know that everything he wrote is very rare and expensive. How can someone who is not a nobleman know These."

Powell Stan said: "That's not necessarily true. It may be a servant or a businessman. They also know what is in the noble's house."

Bloor Humphrey disagreed with this idea: "Oh, it's impossible my friend, where are the servants educated? Even the stewards only know how to read and understand some legal affairs. Such writing must have been educated. Only those educated by gentlemen can write it."

This reason convinced his friend, and Powell Stan nodded in agreement.

Bloor Humphrey picked up the newspaper, stared at the "tobetunied" printed at the end, and couldn't get enough of it: "Today, two full pages were published, but I still haven't read enough. I don't know if there will be more tomorrow."

At the University of Reading, Climans Hilbert, a professor of literature, read the newspaper with relish: "Addison Fitch's writing is simple, his words are pragmatic, and more importantly, his narrative skills are very clever. Narrated in the third person, but doesn’t put the reader at a distance. Is this indirect speech? No, maybe…”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by his friend Matthew: "Oh Clemens, I'm just sharing interesting stories with you, not for you to appreciate literature."

"Sorry, I'm used to it." Clemens apologized casually, and couldn't help but continued, "This is the first time I've seen someone present. The opening chapter introduces the plot of the whole story in nearly ten lines. It won't let Has the story lost its mystery?"

Matthew told him what he thought: "No, at least I really want to see how he takes revenge and lives happily after taking advantage of God's mercy."

Climans fell into deep thought when he heard the words. After a while, he put down the newspaper and sighed: "Maybe this is what the author wanted."

The young lady Catherine, who lives far away in Longbourne Mansion, does not know that the style she has become accustomed to in later generations is unique and refreshing at the end of the 18th century when romanticism prevailed.

And those little tricks she used to quickly attract readers, such as publishing three chapters at a time every day for the first three days, adding copywriting to attract readers, etc., also achieved the effect she envisioned.

In the afternoon of the next day, Mr. Gordon sent a servant to deliver a letter. In the letter, he not only put another 100 pounds, but also boasted about Catherine. He admired everything from her works to her marketing methods. , Only one day after it was published, some friends asked him for the next manuscript, including some nobles.

At the end of the letter, Gordon wrote with regret: "Several gentlemen hoped that I could introduce you to them, but I refused on the grounds that you don't like noise. If you are willing, I believe that in time, you will become An audience at St James's Palace."

Catherine showed the letter to Mr. Bennett. Although she was young and mature, she couldn't help but feel proud of this huge harvest: "Oh Dad, if I were a son, I must have moved to London, otherwise I would always wait for the king It's really troublesome to meet."

Mr. Bennet looked away from behind the newspaper, looked at her, and couldn't help laughing: "Catherine, your words have brought me back to the old you."

Catherine could hear his joke. She thought about what she said just now, and she was indeed very shameless, her cheeks were slightly hot, and she felt a little embarrassed.

A few days later, Mr. Bingley and others visited Longbourn House.

After the previous public gathering, the ladies of the Bennett family went to Nedfield Manor. Today is the other party's return visit as usual.Catherine hadn't been to Nedfil Hall, for she had no interest in such social events, and didn't mind being thought of as ignorant of etiquette.

However, Elizabeth took care of her reputation and explained to her that Catherine did not come to visit because she felt unwell.

"I hope your body has recovered." Mr. Bingley looked at her with a smile on his face. "Jane is very worried about you."

Catherine has a deep understanding of the feeling of "wu" in "Love House and Wu", but she did not feel the grief and indignation of being shown affection at all, but felt happy from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you for your concern, I am already well."

"That's great."

Catherine found that Mr. Bingley's smile was very contagious. He must have thought it was good news from the bottom of his heart, so that he could let others feel the happiness through a sincere smile.

On this point, Jane and Mr. Bingley are a perfect match.

This time at Longburn, Mr. Bingley, Miss Bingley and Mr. and Mrs. Hurst were all here, but Mr. Darcy was missing.

"Surely he knows he's not welcome in our house!" said Mrs. Bennet from inside the house after the guests had left. "If he comes, I will definitely close the door."

"This idea is very good, so that Mr. Bingley doesn't have to come in, and I can save the time of receiving guests." Mr. Bennett praised.