[Comprehensive Book] A Rose for Catherine

"It's terrible." Jane no longer knew what words to use to describe Wickham's atrocities.Elizabeth felt very lucky in her heart, but fortunately she had seen through Wickham's true face in advance.Who would want to be with a murderer?

Mary also said: "Wickham's character is too despicable to carelessly consider losing money and killing people for it."

Catherine frowned, and gently comforted Lydia who was so frightened that she was about to slip into her arms.Although she could see that Wickham's character was not worth his appearance, she didn't expect him to do such a thing.

"So what are father and . . . Mr. Holmes going to do with Wickham?"

Mr. Bennet glanced at the unfathomable young man beside him, and said to the five girls with the majesty of the head of the family: "You and your mother should not run outside during this time, we can't place our hopes on Wickham. After killing someone, he has sincerely repented of his sins to God."

He sighed, "Now I need to go to Meryton with Mr. Holmes to find Colonel Foster."

Listening to Mr. Bennet, Catherine always thought she heard a little deference in his tone--to this Mr. Holmes.

This is a very strange thing, given Mr. Bennet's age and status, even if Mr. Holmes is indeed a very clever detective, there is no need to do so.

While Catherine was wondering, Mycroft had already refused to go to Meryton Town with Mr. Bennet.Mr. Bennet did not hesitate, put on his hat, and rode out hastily.

Mrs. Hill, the housekeeper, ordered the maid to ask Mrs. Bennet to entertain the guests and serve the gentleman a cup of black tea.

"Is two spoonfuls of sugar okay?" Mrs. Hill asked with a smile.

"Three spoonfuls? I like a sweeter taste." Mycroft said.

Mrs. Hill put three spoonfuls of sugar as he wished, and when the black tea was served, Mrs. Bennet also changed her clothes and hurried downstairs.As soon as Lydia saw Mycroft, her natural instincts made her panic about the man, and she sat for a while before making excuses and slipping back to her room.

Catherine found a topic to chat with him: "Mr. Holmes said that he is a student at Cambridge, so he must know Cambridge well?"

Mary is also curious about universities: "How does Cambridge compare to Oxford?"

Mycroft's answer was naturally impeccable. His knowledge of Cambridge dispelled some of Catherine's doubts, and continued to probe unintentionally: "But I heard that Mr. Wickham also graduated from Cambridge. He has studied theology, so he could have Became a priest — but judging by the absurdity of what he's done, it's a blessing he didn't."

Mycroft smiled.

"Perhaps so."

While they were talking, Mrs. Bennet came downstairs: "Oh, is there a visitor? Why didn't your father tell me? What did he do? He left the visitor here alone. It's really shameful." up!"

Jane took the initiative to tell Mrs. Bennet about Wickham's murder, and Mrs. Bennet was so frightened that she covered her chest. Jane and Elizabeth tried their best to comfort her, not to stimulate her fragile nerves.

Mary stared at Mycroft for a moment, then looked away quickly.Her expression didn't change much, as if she didn't feel the unpredictable danger in him.

Catherine knew her personality, but she couldn't tell whether it was her innate nature or her indifference to the outside world caused by being neglected.

Catherine herself doesn't like dealing with people who are too dangerous. Even if the attitude of the person in front of her is inconspicuous, the vaguely formed sense of complexity hangs over her head like an invisible cloud.Catherine pursed her lips, and asked with the last thought: "Is Mr. Holmes the only child in the family? If Mr. Holmes has brothers and sisters, they must have the same extraordinary temperament as you."

"I have a brother who is two years younger than Miss Lydia."

The other party answered Catherine's questions honestly.

Catherine said in a relaxed tone: "Then your brother must be as powerful as you."

Mrs. Bennet recovered from the shock: "Oh, that's really lucky. It's better to have brothers and sisters than to be alone. But it's not good to have a son in our family."

……

For the next half hour, Catherine watched impassively as Mrs. Bennet figured out where this Mr. Holmes lived?Who's in the family?What is your annual income?Is there a marriage contract?

But if it wasn't for Mycroft's cooperation, it would be difficult for Mrs. Bennet to extract any information from him.

Most importantly, Mrs. Bennet set out Mycroft's younger brother, Sherlock Holmes.

Catherine sat stiffly on the sofa, the thoughts in her head were in a mess, and her fascination flew thousands of miles away.

Starting today, their family can be considered to be related to historical celebrities.

well.

When Catherine finally accepted this fact, she said softly to Mrs. Bennet: "Mom, I'm a little dizzy. I'll go back to my room and have a rest."

Seeing her pale face, Elizabeth couldn't help worrying: "I'll take you back to your room."

Catherine nodded weakly.

After a few more minutes, seeing that Elizabeth hadn't come out, Jane became worried.She had no interest in greeting this guest, and could only sit here because of etiquette, so she wanted to leave at this moment: "Mom, I'll go and see Kitty."

Mrs. Bennet glared at her angrily: "You guys really... go, go, go and see that girl Kitty... she was fine just now." It was clear that these people didn't want to sit here down.

Jane didn't listen to her reprimand, and hurried into Catherine's room. Lydia was leaning against the window with her arms folded, Catherine lying on the bed, and Elizabeth sitting beside her.

Seeing Jane coming over, Elizabeth explained helplessly and amusedly: "Kitty is too tired, she fell asleep."

Jane breathed a sigh of relief: "Why didn't you have a good rest?"

Elizabeth knew that Catherine probably didn't have a good rest because she stayed up late to write the manuscript, but she couldn't tell Jane the reason for the time being, and she would be more worried if she did.So she explained something vaguely for Catherine.

In the living room, Mrs. Bennet asked again about Mycroft's family situation. Knowing that the family had been a squire for generations and that he was the eldest son, she was secretly satisfied, and then stood up: "I'll go to the kitchen to see if the biscuits are ready. ?Mary, talk to Mr. Holmes for a while. Don't neglect the guests!"

Mrs. Bennet finished speaking and hurried towards the kitchen.

Mary lifted her eyes as if listening to her mother, and Mycroft saw a strange enthusiasm in her black and white pupils.

The third lady of the Bennet family praised him with deliberately sincere tone: "You play a gypsy very... like a gypsy."

Mary paused after complimenting him, and then said: "Your disguise ability is very good, just like in the novel."

Mycroft accepted her words calmly, waiting for the lady to reveal her ultimate purpose.

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"Can you dress a woman as a man?"

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[About Mary, I didn’t expect this to be such a big controversy for CP, and I wanted to try to explain it, but it was too late and I couldn’t hold on, and my mind was not clear, so I decided to put it in the final summary of the article. (Mary's character has not been fully developed yet, but she is not a very sweet little girl.)

Mary is not the main story after all, and she is going to leave home to study soon, so those who can't eat this pair of CP can read it in a few chapters.I will work hard to update these days, finish this story early, and open the London copy. (The male protagonist has been missing for a long time. I am planning to make a breakthrough in the emotional line in the title of this synopsis. I really wrote too slowly.)

Don't be too entangled, little cuties, everyone has their own ideas about each pair of CP, just like some people love Jane and Bentley more, everyone has different ideas.Refill duck for everyone. 】