Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

"Miss, I'm so sorry, we moved the carriage away soon." The maid's French in front of her was a strong provincial accent, Jane Eyre wrinkled her nose, Lilith couldn't understand French at all, and looked at her suspiciously.

The owner of the maid noticed the embarrassment here, and after turning around to explain a few words to the hotel's male servant, he came slowly.The stout maid whispered something in her ear, and she nodded.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, our car will leave as soon as possible." She spoke standard English, which surprised Jane Eyre.Jane Eyre nodded politely: "It's okay, miss. We are not in a hurry, please go ahead."

The lady also pursed her lips and smiled. The two of them didn't know what to say for a while, and fell into a strange silence.They each had their own thoughts, watching the servants coming and going to carry the luggage, lost in thought.

A lean manservant was struggling to carry a large box. He didn't know what was heavy in the box. He staggered and almost couldn't lift it and fell down.The strong maid strode forward, grabbed the big box, and reprimanded him harshly.Jane Eyre listened to her rough voice, looked at her strong arm muscles, thoughtful.

The lady beside her said softly: "Miss, are you from England?"

"Yes, I'm from Hertfordshire, England."

"Herfordshire?" Her tone was perplexed.

Jane Eyre nodded: "It's a beautiful place, maybe you haven't heard of it, but the manor there is indeed like an oil painting. There are large lawns and farmlands in the vast world, and there are various kinds of flowers all year round. flowers."

"Sounds great! Miss... Are there any thorns there?" she probed.

"Thorns?" Jane Eyre raised her eyebrows, and a thought came to her mind, "No, Miss. Why do you ask such a question?"

"Oh! I'm just asking casually." She looked a little embarrassed and lost, and repeated, "Ask casually."

Seeing her expression, Jane Eyre frowned, and there was another strange silence, Jane Eyre saw that the carriage in front was about to leave, and hurriedly said: "Miss, are you here to visit relatives and friends in Paris? ...oh, excuse me." She pointed to the servants who were carrying the luggage.

"No, Miss." The French woman shook her head, "I'm here to attend a salon, but I do have to live in Paris for a while. There are some things in the school that I need to help with..."

"School? Are you an academic staff member?" That's not quite like it.

"No, I'm just a funder." She smiled, her eyes lit up, "Charity school! Miss, you must have heard of it?"

"Of course, it seems that you are a caring person! It's really admirable!" Jane Eyre said flatteringly, "Society needs a kind-hearted person like you, so that the poor and children can have hope in life."

Her face turned red, and she waved her hands embarrassingly: "I'm just doing my best, and I used to..." Her lips trembled, and then she immediately changed the subject, "You are British, and you are also British." Is it visiting relatives? Or is it a holiday? It is not a pleasure to come to Paris now, madam."

"Well... I'm also here for 'work'! Of course, I just happen to be attending a salon." Jane Eyre blinked.

"Mrs. Baudouin!?" She widened her eyes, and smiled at Jane Eyre, "It seems that I have a company at the salon." She seemed relieved.As soon as she finished speaking, her maid came over and told her: "Miss Eugenie, the room has been tidied up."

Jane Eyre's pupils shrank sharply, she clenched her hands tightly, and controlled her voice not to tremble too much: "Eugenie? Your name sounds so nice."

"Thank you!" She smiled unnaturally, and then asked tentatively, "I haven't asked your name yet!"

"Jane Eyre."

Mr. Darcy sat on a table and chair in the garden early, drinking afternoon tea while waiting for the good news of his lover.He was holding a brochure in his hand and flipping through it casually - this is the brochure that was stuffed in the hands of the surging students on the street when he was walking on the streets of Paris in the morning.Mr. Darcy sensed the danger keenly, and he did not expect that Paris had reached such an explosive situation.

Mr. Rochester was sitting across from him, holding a book of travels in his hand, reading it engrossed.

"Mr. Rochester, aren't you worried? I never thought the situation in Paris was so serious." Mr. Darcy frowned.

Mr. Rochester put down the travel notes in his hand and poured a cup of tea: "Mr. Darcy, I am just an ordinary English squire. How could such a thing affect me? In my opinion, it has not reached the point of no return. , but even if the overthrow of Paris is in sight, we are not without a way out."

Mr. Darcy took the teacup he handed over, nodded his thanks, and continued: "If it's as simple as you said, I'm not worried. It's just that you and I understand Janet's thoughts. Compassion and the struggle against suffering——she can't help but want to participate in it." He shook his head and said with a wry smile, "However, this kind of compassion and courage is the reason why I love her."

"Extremely contradictory, Mr. Darcy!" Mr. Rochester shook his head emotionally, and he heard a sound of horseshoes and wheels rolling, "She's back."

Mr. Darcy had also put down the teacup and booklet in his hand, got up and walked to the gate of the garden, and saw Li Wen driving a carriage slowly approaching under the setting sun.After a while, the carriage stopped at the door.

After Li Wen hastily greeted Mr. Darcy, he pulled out the pedal and opened the car door.Mr. Darcy opened his eyes wide, looking at the disheveled girl in front of him, and lost his voice.

"Mr. Darcy, you won't recognize me like this?" Jane Eyre laughed seeing Mr. Darcy's surprised look.

Mr. Darcy came back to his senses suddenly, he stepped forward, hugged her waist distressedly, and wanted to hug her sideways.Jane Eyre exclaimed, put her arms around his neck, and shouted repeatedly: "I'm fine! It's just muddy water and dust! Mr. Darcy, let me go..." Her voice became lower and lower, looking at Mr. Rochester With a teasing look in his eyes, he couldn't help but blush.

"You look like a tabby cat rolling in the garden." Mr. Rochester didn't show any face.

Jane Eyre wore a milky white dress when she went out. After returning from the dirty East District, the bottom of the skirt was covered with taupe muddy water, and the skirt was also stained with gray spots by smoke and splashing sewage.Lilith, who was dressed all in black, did not escape the "bad luck", and the gray mud stains were particularly conspicuous on the pure black background.

Mr. Darcy looked Jane Eyre up and down, and saw that she was in good spirits and had no other obvious injuries, so he was relieved. "Honey, Paris is so messy, I will inevitably worry about you. Go wash and change clothes, and talk later if you have something to say."

Jane Eyre really couldn't bear the dirt on her body, and went upstairs first after greeting Mr. Rochester.I met Georgiana, Adele and Sarah on the stairs, and they were all startled when they saw Jane Eyre in a mess.

Seeing her back leaving the corner, Mr. Darcy turned back to ask Li Wen about the situation along the way, and heard him describe the busy but dilapidated factory area in the Eastern District, the floating corpse in the Seine River and the famous French philanthropist Grandet. Miss.Mr. Darcy's brow was furrowed more and more.

"Mr. Rochester, we must remind Janet." Mr. Darcy's voice was calm and firm, "I must protect her!"

100 years ago, the salon was often a private communication place for ladies.Gradually, the men started to dominate.But now, as a salon owner, Mrs. Baudouin has set up a "conference" of women from all social classes.She made an appointment for the invitee to go to a rented villa in the suburbs during afternoon tea time to drink tea and chat.

Lilith used all her ingenuity to dress up Jane Eyre.Adele also brought Sophie to Jane Eyre's room early to give advice on her styling.

"This is really beyond my expectations, Adele. Is it necessary to make it like this?" Jane Eyre kicked the fluffy and wide skirt, feeling a burst of despair. Such a skirt is indeed beautiful, but it is too difficult to walk up.

"Miss Jane! This is Paris!" Adele was about to scream.She has always been very active about proms and parties, which is in her mother's genes.Sophie also nodded in agreement, stood behind Jane Eyre, and tightened her waist.Jane Eyre supported the bedpost with a painful face, but felt dumbfounded in her heart.She had now deeply felt the feelings of Ruth in "Titanic".

She was arranged to wear a rose-colored dress with exaggerated puffed sleeves and tight waist.

"Oh! I miss the ball at Netherfield now! It wouldn't hurt so much," she muttered.

After a while of being familiar with the dress from top to bottom, she was finally able to straighten her body.She felt that it was difficult for her to breathe, and her movements were not sensitive, but looking at herself in the mirror-"Well, it looks really good." She had to admire Sophie and Lilith's craftsmanship, "It's just my feeling, my waist It's about to explode at any moment!"

Adele laughed and collapsed on the sofa: "Miss Jane, you are prettier than all the roses now!"

Jane Eyre put her hands on her hips and curled her lips, but she didn't think so in her heart.She doesn't think that her extremely ordinary appearance can conquer ladies who are good at maintaining and dressing.

"I'm off! Wish me well, ladies." She cheered on herself in the mirror, but saw her lover's eyes over her shoulder.

"I wish you success, my dear." He hugged her waist from behind, and kissed her gently on the side of the face, "Don't worry me, I reminded you before, Mr. Baudouin's ambition is not small , don't block the knife for him."

Jane Eyre nodded, sighed and lay back weightlessly, buried her face in his chin and neck, and said sullenly: "I will pay attention to hiding my clumsiness, Mr. Darcy. Before the crisis, I will not be reckless." There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body again, Jane Eyre sniffed lightly, and asked him softly, "Are you smoking again?"

"A little bit, Janet." He turned the person in his arms around, leaned over and hugged her, "I'm worried, and nicotine can make me relax."

Jane Eyre hugged him guiltily, absorbing his warmth.

"Don't worry, I'm not alone."

The author has something to say: Readers keep saying that they want to look at the career line, but the background data tells me... GG is blah blah, isn’t it good-looking? QWQ