[Pride and Prejudice] First impressions

"I admit that I am not a lady, but this is only a matter of my personal morality. The harm to the British Empire is definitely less than that of a drunk man wandering in the streets. Jane is so beautiful, so kind and gentle. She is a real lady, enough to make her If Mr. Bingley himself is willing to get close to her regardless of her humble dowry, it seems that you, as an outsider, have no good reason to interfere with the destruction? So I beg you to be kind and forget In the afternoon, and don't interfere with your friend's personal affairs in the future. I know you have an idea, but you haven't made a final decision yet, right?"

Darcy happened to be hit by the idea.

Although his friend Bentley did not come from an ancient and noble family, but belonged to the emerging class in northern England, this did not prevent Darcy from being close friends with him.For business reasons, Bentley decided to settle in Hertfordshire some time ago.After looking at several places, I was not satisfied, and finally a real estate agent recommended by myself introduced this place.

It is only fifty miles away from London, and the countryside scenery is not bad, so after referring to his opinion, Bentley decided to rent it.

But the truth is, in just half a month, Darcy began to regret it faintly.

The reason for regret is naturally related to the family behind the lady in front of her.

Bentley is a straight person and never hides his likes and dislikes.Before the Meryton ball was over, Darcy saw that he was fascinated by the young lady of the Bennet family.

There was nothing wrong with the young lady, and Darcy himself even admired her beauty, but the trouble was that after seeing the behavior of the remaining women of the family that night, Darcy changed his mind.

Marriage is not a personal matter, but the behavior of the whole family, he has always thought so.

Just like my own parents, they are well-matched and respect each other as guests, which makes Pemberley's ancient and noble family status continue to this day.

As for Bingley, if he marries a lady from this family, there is no doubt that the rest of his life will be ruined.

Darcy was supposed to be returning to Derbyshire after the Meryton Ball.As a suzerain who owns half a county land, the daily affairs are very busy.But it was because he was worried about Bentley that he decided to stay and wait and see for a while.I didn't expect to be told so quickly and clearly now, which made Darcy, who was used to hiding himself, feel very awkward, even displeased.

Although her posture was low, the words she said were not what she appeared to be.

Uncomfortable being stared at by the opposite pair of eyes, Darcy stiffly turned his face away, and said in the same stiff voice: "Miss Elizabeth, you are the least gentleman-like lady I have ever met. Your sisters are still an eye-opener for me. Do you think that only the disparity in wealth is the reason why I worry about my friends? Think about your mother, your sisters, and of course you must not forget yourself. Frankly Said, even if Sister Ling shines brighter, it will be covered up by the humiliation brought to her by her family!"

"That is to say, you are determined to meddle in your own business?"

Elizabeth narrowed her eyes slightly, but her smile became sweeter.

Darcy suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing towards his face, and looked at her vigilantly, seeing that she was smiling at him, so his expression became more solemn, and after a cold "excuse me", he strode away.

It's smelly and hard, where oil and salt don't get in!

Although I really, really don't want to, but I have no choice but to have a serious talk with him about this miserable life.

"I am not a lady, Mr. Darcy, but you may rest assured that I will never gossip about what happened between your sister and Mr. Wycombe at Ramsgate last summer."

The man who was striding away seemed to have been hit on the back of the head with a sap, and stopped abruptly. After a moment of solidification, he turned around abruptly.

"What did you say?"

He lowered his voice and asked, staring straight at Elizabeth's eyes with faintly beating flames of anger.

Is this... a reaction to being stepped on sore feet?

Miss Georgiana, I'm sorry, but your brother forced me to...

After Elizabeth muttered to the girl she had never met before, she opened her innocent eyes wide and said seriously, "I mean, I will never talk nonsense..."

Before she could finish her sentence, his wrist tightened, and he had already stepped in front of her a few steps, grabbed one of her wrists, forcibly carried her, and then walked quickly to a further dark place...or, to put it another way, carried her over more appropriate.

Elizabeth was taken to an uninhabited corner by him, surrounded by trees that could block people's shadows, and the music in the dance hall became very weak, and she was freed.

"It hurts to death!"

After Elizabeth stood firm, she rubbed her poor wrist that was about to break, and complained angrily.

"Who did you listen to?"

A tall, dark figure pressed close to her, and the atmosphere was tense and dangerous.

Let you know the real source of the news, and you will not be burned to death as a black witch!

"Mr. Darcy, after eavesdropping on the conversation of the two ladies, you forcibly brought an unaccompanied young lady to this kind of place. Your performance is really not worthy of the status of a gentleman!"

Elizabeth talked about him left and right.

The gentleman on the opposite side remained motionless, and his voice became even colder.

"Miss, I don't care who you heard it from, I solemnly warn you that this is a rumor. If you dare to say another nonsense, I will never let it go easily!"

Short oil, is this the rhythm of a gentleman turning into a black man in a second after being slapped in the face?Do you want to add another sentence, "If you come out to hang out, you must keep your word, and if you say you will kill your whole family, you will kill your whole family"!

Elizabeth slowly blew on her wrist, and then she met the pair of sparkling eyes on the opposite side again, and said with a smile: "Mr. Darcy, if you say it's a rumor, it's a rumor. Don't act so scary. You look like I'm afraid you can't do it?"

The gentleman on the opposite side was silent, and after a while, he spoke again.

"Miss Elizabeth," his voice sounded low and calm this time, "it's all right to admit that I've come to this point. But how do you know? Who else knows about it but you? You I must have an answer."

Elizabeth said nothing.

"All right……"

The gentleman on the opposite side waited for a while, obviously helpless.

"It's Mrs. Young, right? Only she and Mr. Wycombe know about this matter. Mr. Wycombe would never dare to speak out, so Mrs. Young is left..."

Fifty miles away, at her home in a slum in London, Mrs. Younger, who was cursing her gambling husband, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing against her face. She couldn't help shivering and rubbing the goose bumps on her arms.

Elizabeth expressed deep sympathy for the lady lying on the gun, thought for a while, and finally said: "I don't know Mrs. Younger. Don't try to ask me how I know, anyway, I will never tell You are. In a word, you can defend your sister at all costs, so I can do my best to make my family better off. It would be a big joke if we tear ourselves apart for Mr. Bingley Yes, Mr. Darcy, I have no objection to your dissecting the disadvantages of dealing with the Bennets to Mr. Bingley as a friend. On the contrary, I think it is necessary to let Mr. Bingley know exactly what he is doing. This is by no means a bad thing. However, you cannot rely on Mr. Bingley's trust in you to impose your will on him, or even make trouble. Mr. Bingley is a thinking adult, let him understand all the pros and cons , and then choose what you want, this is my final bottom line, isn't it too unreasonable?"

"Mr. Darcy, do you accept?"

Finally, Elizabeth asked.

It is not sure how much Elizabeth's words have had a psychological impact on this gentleman, but at least one thing is certain, it is not useless, anyway, at least he fell into a brief silence.

Neither allow nor object.

"Mr. Darcy, since you don't object, then I assume you agree!"

Elizabeth smiled happily and sweetly. She leaned over slightly and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I will definitely, absolutely forget everything about your sister right away. Although I am not a lady, I promised It can definitely be done.”

Her approach probably made this awkward gentleman feel uncomfortable, and he stepped back slightly.

"thanks--"

After a long, long time, I finally heard him squeeze out these two words from his throat.

tsk-

What a sad, awkward, and wronged thank you!

"Mr. Darcy, is that you?"

A voice came from the path beside the bushes, as if feeling Darcy's whole body tense, Elizabeth looked over immediately.

"Mr. Darcy, I haven't seen you for a long time. I know that you are as bored as I am, and the singing of the beautiful summer insects and the warm night wind outside make me feel more relaxed and happy...Huh? Miss Bennet? What do you do? it's here!!!"

Miss Bingley, who entered in disorder, followed her, and when she was speaking in her extremely standard London accent, she suddenly saw Elizabeth standing in the shadow of the tree opposite Darcy, and her mouth opened into an O in surprise.

Elizabeth was in a good mood.Glancing at the gentleman with an ugly face, he said solemnly to Miss Bingley: "I don't know why I am here, you can ask Mr. Darcy, he may know!"

After finishing speaking, he curtseyed to the gentleman whose face became even uglier, turned around with his head up and chest out, and left gracefully.