[Pride and Prejudice] Second Marriage

Mrs. Griffey looked extremely surprised. She didn't know that her words would cause such a big reaction from Elizabeth.

"I'm sorry, I was too rude." After Elizabeth blurted out that sentence, she quickly reacted, and quickly lowered her head to cover up and wiped the tip of her nose.

Although Elizabeth seemed to regain her composure quickly, Mrs. Griffey decided to immediately forget what she had just heard, and to be more careful with her wording, "Are you all right, Lizzie? Do you need to rest for a while?"

Elizabeth felt that the last thing she needed was such careful care and sympathetic eyes, which made her feel useless, as if her life had turned into a tragedy, and she tried her best not to look so impatient, "Oh, no, thanks for your concern. I think I can get out of bed and go into the hall now."

She left the pillow, sat up straight, put her hands on the folded dressing gown, turned her head to look at Mrs. Griffey, but did not move.

This is a hint.It is implied that Mrs. Griffey can leave.

Mrs. Griffey understood, and was a little offended by the suggestion.She got up from Elizabeth's bed, looked at her, and was silent for a while before turning and going out the door.

Her footsteps were a little angry, and she made up her mind not to care about the affairs of these two people. They were not honest with her—the relatives who were so close and sincerely cared for each other. One still regarded her as a child, and the other treated her like this. Alienated, why should she worry about them?

This kind of thinking lasted for less than a few minutes. After meeting Mrs. Reynolds, the wish for her brother to live a happy life prevailed. She hoped to get some news from Mrs. Reynolds.

Mrs. Reynolds was at the door of a small activity room. She was holding a pair of embroidery in her hand and was talking to two young girls standing beside her. One of them was familiar to Mrs. Griffey, she was May, the maid of Pemberley, and the other The dark-skinned girl looked a little strange, but she didn't care.

"Mrs. Reynolds!" she cried hastily, and coming up to her quickly, "oh dear, I need your help urgently."

"Oh, don't worry." Mrs. Reynolds calmly handed the embroidery to Mei, stroked the apron on her body, and pointed to the dark-skinned girl, "This is Miss Stoke's maid, she just wanted to Ask where Miss Stocker is."

"Oh," Mrs. Griffey calmed down under Mrs. Reynolds' voice, she nodded and smiled at Donna, "Miss Stoke is in the reading room on the second floor, oh, May, please take her there okay?"

May immediately agreed.

Mrs. Reynolds gave Mrs. Griffey a deep look, turned around and led her into the activity room, closed the door, and said softly, "Tell me, child, what happened?"

Regarding Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Griffey did not have to mince words at all. She lowered her voice and expressed her doubts quickly and eagerly, "I have felt something wrong since not long ago—about a few months before I got married. Speaking of brother and sister-in-law, I feel that they are different, very different from before. It’s like becoming strangers, no! Even strangers are better than them-they don’t even have eye contact. I I can't figure it out, what disagreement happened between them? Also, what kind of marriage? What is a dowry of [-] pounds? Li Qi seems to be wronged by her dowry? What happened?"

"A dowry of thirty thousand pounds?" Mrs. Reynolds repeated slowly.

"Oh, yes, she says business at Pemberley is busy because she doesn't have a dowry of twenty thousand pounds. What does it matter?" Mrs. Griffey demanded naively.

"Oh." Mrs. Reynolds savored it slowly, and did not tell the silly girl in front of her that twenty thousand pounds happened to be the amount of her dowry. Qualification comments——" She raised her hand to indicate that Mrs. Griffey did not dispute the issue of "qualification", and she continued, "Georgianna, my dear girl, I understand your feelings, but to a certain extent, It's a private matter between husband and wife, and it's a problem that outsiders can't interfere with no matter how anxious they are. We all know Mr. Darcy, he's not someone who always likes to evade problems, give them some time, and they will solve it."

"But—" Mrs. Griffey was about to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

She turned her head and saw Miss Stoke's servant timidly poking her head in from the door.

"Ma'am, I didn't intend to interrupt your conversation, but my lady is not in the reading room..."

"But she was still there just now." Mrs. Griffey thought for a while and comforted her. "She will never go outside. Although Pemberley is big, as long as she is in the house, she will not get lost. Don't worry."

In fact, Juliet is now in little better than lost, and she finds herself in a very awkward situation unwittingly.

After talking with Mrs. Griffey, she walked out of the reading room and went down the stairs. She felt that the stairs in the southeast corner were extraordinarily long—in fact, it was indeed a little longer than expected, because Juliet made a mistake Yes, she went all the way to the basement.

To be precise, this is a cellar.Because the stairs lead directly to the ground, and the dark light in the house on rainy days made her not aware of this, she didn't realize it until she saw a row of wooden shelves lined with wine bottles.

But when she wanted to turn around and go upstairs, it was too late, and a voice came from above her head.

"Oh, poor Fitzwilliam, since you married me, did it ever occur to you to avoid me as soon as you saw me?"

Subconsciously, Juliet immediately pressed her body tightly against the wall away from the gap in the stairs, and held her breath.

"Don't say such meaningless words, Li Qi, I thought you should understand what I mean..."

It was a deep male voice, familiar to Juliet, which had introduced her to the little reading room at Pemberley this morning.At this moment, the voice was not as elegant as it was in the morning, it seemed to be a little out of breath.

"No, I don't understand, I don't think I will ever understand." A little aggressive, Juliet thought to herself boredly.She pricked her ears and continued to listen, "I used to think that you were a reliable person, and you must be able to fulfill your promises. But look at you, and then look at me, what have become? It's my fault Are you now indistinguishable from those unreasonable husbands! Mr. Darcy, you will be as indistinguishable from any stupid, personalityless, artificial gentleman!"

Darcy's voice was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Liqi..."

"No, please don't say I'm sorry," Elizabeth sobbed, and the voice of the storm suddenly became gentle and filled with infinite sorrow, "Oh, Fitzwilliam, can't we go back to the past? Can't the Fitzwilliam who loves me and tolerates everything about me come back?"

"As my wife, I will still tolerate everything about you."

"You always avoid the important and ignore the minor, and you don't want to give me the answer I want to hear the most." Her voice was full of deep disappointment.

At this moment, footsteps sounded from far away, and Juliet heard Donna's low voice calling among them with fear, "Miss, are you there?"

She leaned closer to the wall.

Because of the visitor, Darcy hurriedly found a topic to end their brief quarrel, "I have found a house for the Wickhams. I think you might want to take a look first."

Elizabeth didn't speak, and Juliet only heard the sound of dresses going away.

Then Darcy said, "Miss Stoke is not here."

"Sorry, sir." Donna's trembling voice followed by her trotting footsteps.

Imagining what Donna looked like, Juliet somehow smiled, but her smile froze when she saw a stern face appear from behind the stairs.

"I don't think such behavior suits you, Miss Stocker."

Juliet felt a hot blush spread from her neck to her face, and she forced herself to be calm, "Mr. Darcy, I didn't mean it."

"But you should at least sound the alarm!" interrupted Darcy sternly, his stern face looked very frightening, and his eyes were very sharp and ironic. "It's unbelievable..."

A surge of emotion arose in Juliet's heart. She raised her eyebrows and took a step forward, as if this would increase her momentum. She said provocatively, "It's unbelievable, but please rest assured, Mr. Darcy, I Not to give away what I have heard to-day—what a heartless man Mr. Darcy was, and how cruelly he treated his wife.”

After finishing speaking, she didn't dare to look at Darcy's darkened face any more. She lifted the hem of her skirt and climbed up the stairs as if fleeing.

This time, she did not go wrong, met Donna smoothly, and returned to her guest room in Pemberley smoothly.

She flung herself towards the soft quilt with no manners, and buried her face in the somewhat cold cloth, only then did she feel better.

Who would have thought that the unseen end of "Pride and Prejudice" would end up like this?It's all a lie.

"Eternity is terrible," she murmured.A favorite story in her teenage years actually exposed the reality under her own eyes.

It is very rare for Juliet to think of those distant times about Pride and Prejudice—isn’t the young boy who gave her this book at the beginning also turned into that hideous appearance under the sculpting of time?

Not even the purest fairy tales are as faithful as they might be.

Juliet's eyes buried in the quilt finally shed a tear for the past time, but it was lost in the soft quilt in an instant.

At lunch, Juliet, who had regained her composure, was slightly relieved when she learned that Mr. Darcy had to rush to London in the heavy rain for an urgent matter—she was still impulsive, after all, her identity at the moment was just a stranger Borrowing guests.

For the next two days, except for eating, Juliet stayed in her bedroom in a regular manner, reading books, or chatting with Mrs. Griffey, and occasionally went to her studio to watch her paint, and they became To a certain extent, friends who talk about everything.