[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

Just because Juliet left Mrs. Amber's villa without saying goodbye doesn't mean she couldn't listen to Mrs. Amber's words-although she was upset that Aunt Amber didn't write to reprimand her, and she didn't know that Aunt Amber would Will find her naive accusation letter hidden under the sofa cushion - she is really wronged.

She was holding Miss Margaret's arm at the gate of His Majesty's Opera House, looking for her carriage. The night wind brought a bit of coolness, and she couldn't help shrinking her shoulders, only to find that the shawl had fallen on the second floor of the theater. In the box upstairs.

Miss Margaret obviously also noticed this, "It's still very cold at night, you find a place sheltered from the wind and wait for me, oh, I hope the people who clean the box won't pick it up." She complained, Hastily returned to the theater to pick it up.

Juliet hugged her shoulders. She was only wearing a thin spring shirt. The dress seemed to have penetrated the coolness in the night wind and stuck to her skin, making her shiver a little. So she stood on tiptoe and walked in the theater. The lights of the carriages at the door were flickering, and he wanted to find his own carriage, so that he could go up to escape the cold wind that blows from time to time.

When she looked away from a carriage, she saw the subject of her and Lady Amber's unhappiness.

Mr. Darcy wore a fashionable top hat with a rare silk scarf on the high collar. He seemed to be looking for a carriage, but he saw Juliet standing on the steps, so he took off his hat, Just about to say hello—Juliet turns immediately.

"It's crazy." Juliet found out what she had done when she came back to her senses, and she couldn't help but said to herself angrily, "I have nothing to be guilty of." To prove this point, she turned her head again, which was surprising What's more, Mr. Darcy was watching her from the same place - his complexion was definitely not good-looking, and Juliet immediately averted his eyes.

From such a distance up and down the steps, Juliet could clearly see the serious lines of his tightly pursed lips and those eyes that became darker and darker under the light.

"He's too scary," Juliet comforted herself. "Anyone will be taken aback. Since Ira Corell likes him, it's not polite for her and Aunt Amber to pretend he didn't see him. But it definitely makes sense."

But in order to avoid standing here and being stared at by two piercing eyes, Juliet immediately decided to go to the theater.

After walking a few steps, she met Miss Margaret who was returning with her shawl. She hurriedly put the shawl in her hand on Juliet's shoulders.

"Honey, is it still cold?" As she spoke, she looked behind Juliet.

"What's wrong?" Juliet asked with some guilt, but she still didn't look back.

"Our carriage is here." Miss Margaret said.

"Oh, yes." Juliet turned her head, she pretended to glance at a certain place inadvertently, and the original person was no longer there, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

After the incident happened once, it seemed that the next step would be more natural. At the ball, after Darcy turned a blind eye and avoided it again, a person stood beside her.

At first Juliet didn't pay attention, she was concentrating on putting a piece of panna cotta on her plate, until a strange panting sound sounded around her, startling her.

"Oh, hello... Mr. Quvis." She tried her best to restrain her smile and greeted the people who came.

Mr. Travis was a rather fat young man, and he was blushing himself at the moment, just to say hello to Juliet at the right time.

"Miss Stock, can I ask you to dance?" He immediately glanced at the pudding in her hand, and added awkwardly, "After...after you finish eating the pudding."

Of course, Juliet couldn't finish the pudding with peace of mind under his watchful eyes. She put it on the long table with a little regret. Just as the dance ended, she had to extend her hand to him, "It can be done now, Mr. Quvis .”

One of Mr. Quvis's fingers was equal to two of Juliet's, and the palm of his hand was still wet. Juliet could feel it through a thin layer of silk gloves, and it was so soft and sticky that it made people feel tired.

His big belly made him unable to move dexterously. When switching positions with his partner, he would always use his thick arms to knock other dancers into a stagger, causing countless complaining looks.

Juliet felt that her face might be the same as that of Mr. Traves, it was flushed purple. Finally, at the end of the song, she restrained herself from jumping away immediately. panna cotta.

"Are you going to hand over your future to that fat pig, dear Juliet?" Joyce Carr suddenly appeared in front of her, holding a wine glass, and looked at her.

"I didn't expect you to become so mean, Mr. Carl." Juliet's face was still flushed, but her expression had already calmed down. "It's just a dance, not as much as you think about it."

"It's hard to say." Joyce looked at the crowd. Mr. Quvis was obviously very excited. His small eyes squeezed into the fat were shining brightly, and he looked this way from time to time. He moved away with some disgust. He said, "Mr. Quvis has just passed away his father and inherited a large inheritance. He is a young man with a lot of wealth. But..." He suddenly moved closer to Juliet's ear, "My good girl, don't be fooled by his clumsy and honest appearance I was deceived, you never imagined how proficient he is in women." He straightened up, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said in a pretentious tone, "...Keep your eyes open."

"Thank you for your kindness, Carl." Juliet's heart was filled with unspeakable disgust, she hurriedly lowered her head, not wanting others to see her expression, "But you should take care of yourself first, Miss Redding's expression Like it's going to eat you, or me?"

"Don't worry about her, if she can care about her poor father, her hatred for me won't gain the upper hand and choose to go crazy on such an occasion." Joyce's voice mentioned Eleanor seemed a little bit Tired, having said that, he quickly put down his glass and walked away from Juliet.

Juliet laughed to herself.Eleanor's hatred was mixed with love for Joyce Carr-perhaps she didn't even notice it herself.Maybe Mr. Redding had to marry his daughter to Joyce because of the tricks in Joyce's hands, but why would Eleanor be willing?It was a sad story that she loved him and he didn't know it.

She pulled off her long gloves with great force. The sweat from Mr. Quvis's hands just now made her feel a little sick. Just as she was looking for the wet handkerchief on the long table, a long and strong finger picked it up and handed it come over.

"Oh," Juliet looked at the person with a dull look, feeling that she couldn't avoid it, so she could only force out a dry smirk, "...Is Georgiana okay?"

"She's fine," the visitor replied curtly, frowning, and continued, "I don't think Georgiana will forget to write a letter to her close friend telling her whereabouts, or her friend doesn't know where she is going." Don't you care about her as much as you imagined?"

Juliet was suddenly embarrassed, and felt that the long table with snacks was really a dangerous area, and she regretted walking away from Miss Margaret because she wanted to escape the boring topic.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Darcy." Juliet said a little embarrassedly, "Georgianna has indeed told me that Mr. Griffey is going back to China, and she has to wait for him in the manor with old Mrs. Griffey."

"You should be sorry." Darcy said flatly, "but for your strange reaction to me—very, very rude behavior. Although I don't know what caused you to have such an attitude towards me, But if you didn't have many suitors," he seemed to have some sarcasm in his voice, "I'm afraid I would overestimate myself and think that you were playing a trick that noble ladies often play—playing hard to get me."

Juliet was dumbfounded. She thought for a while, then nodded thoughtfully, and said slowly, "You are right, Mr. Darcy, it is indeed a bit ridiculous to do so."

"No matter what your reason is, Miss—I guess you won't tell me." Darcy glanced at her, stretched out his finger and pointed at the table, and his eyes turned to his own finger, "I'm not used to people talking to you." I have committed this impolite behavior. Of course, I do not come to condemn you, Miss Stocker." He paused, "I ask you to convey my apologies to Mrs. Amber. I am afraid I will not be able to attend her next meeting." A salon is being held, and there is an incident which requires me to leave London at once."

"Oh..." Juliet unnaturally protracted the ending, and she immediately thought of Ira Korrel's disappointed look, like a little sheep in constant panic, with a mixture of regret and schadenfreude on his face. expression.

"Put away your imagination." Darcy said mercilessly.

Juliet immediately struggled to throw that extremely subjective and impolite imagining out of her mind, and then she remembered one thing—the man in front of her was the source of her quarrel with Aunt Amber, and she immediately said, "You can't make peace by yourself. Did Mrs. Bull? She'd be home almost every day."

Hearing this, Darcy suddenly laughed—Juliet couldn't believe that such an extremely childish expression would appear on Darcy, but he did smile, although it was only a short-lived flash in the pan, and then he said with a straight face but a very pleasant tone , "To a certain extent, my curiosity has probably been relieved. If this matter embarrasses you, Miss Stock, I will explain it to Mrs. Amber myself."

Looking at the back of him turning away, Juliet sighed indignantly. She felt as if she was an unreasonable child who was indulged and forgiven by adults magnanimously.She glanced at the panna cotta that had never been in her mouth until now, and after thinking about it, in order to avoid any troubles at the long table, she decided to let it go and go back to Margaret. Miss's side.