[comprehensive] superior skills

In the cafe on the corner, Mr. Darcy, who was sitting upright, unconsciously touched the sapphire blue velvet box hidden in the pocket of his coat, looked up and sat opposite him with a hunched body, like dry grass damaged by severe frost in winter Pale and wilting friend.

Mr. Bingley clenched the cup tightly, looking at him eagerly through the foggy heat with his dull eyes, "Darcy, please help me."

"Bingley, you should know that I have been busy planning the wedding during this time."

Darcy shook his head invisibly, "I warned you about this hasty marriage a long time ago, but you were stunned by Miss Bennet, you only saw her sweet smile in your eyes, but you couldn't see her. Those absurd and ignorant relatives behind him."

"I can't think of it, I really can't think of it."

Mr. Bingley said bitterly: "I thought Delia was just too young as Jane said, and she was still a child who couldn't grow up. Who knew she could be so bad, and she would do such scandalous things that would never be restored to her loved ones."

"Since you know she's broken beyond expectation, you shouldn't continue on the wrong path."

Mr. Darcy said his final advice with a pitying expression, "It may be a pity to give up halfway, but the stupid behavior of going forward knowing that there is an endless abyss ahead is the most undesirable behavior. You are still young, Bentley. The days to come It is not difficult to meet a girl who is more gentle, beautiful and smiling than Miss Bennet, but her sister is the most dangerous seaweed, and you should know what happens to a drowning man who is entangled in seaweed."

"But I have already proposed to her, on the night of the ball at the Netherfield Gardens!"

Although Mr. Bingley covered his eyes in time, there were still some moist and warm liquids scrambling to overflow from his fingers, "God, how happy I was that night, and how short that happiness was!"

Unwilling to continue deceiving himself and others, the man who couldn't bear the pain let go of his hands, revealing a pair of wet eyes that seemed to have been washed by rain, "'Regardless of illness or health, as long as I have a breath, I will only wait by her side and never empathize with others !' Darcy, is the Lord's teaching wrong?"

"Bentley."

Recalling the beautiful figure at home sewing the wedding dress with the most pious love and blessings, Mr. Darcy's stern face was finally touched, "But what can you do, you don't even dare to ask for help with great fanfare, Otherwise, why hide at the intersection and block my carriage?"

"Yes, as Caroline said, I can't be selfish and only think about my own happiness."

Mr. Bingley said mockingly: "But at least I can do one last thing for Jane before I leave, and I can only count on you for this!"

"what do you want to do?"

Mr. Darcy asked: "Catch the crook who abducted the Bennet girl?"

He wasn't surprised at all that Wickham would do such a scandal. In the eyes of that guy, the only simple and shameless criterion was whether it was worth the trouble.

"No, the criminal did not escape."

Speaking of the executioner who indirectly harmed the two families, Mr. Bingley said with an ugly face: "The one who really escaped was Lydia. I would like to ask you to introduce me to a better doctor to help Wickham control his epilepsy." , so that he can attend the wedding in a decent way."

"Epilepsy?"

Mr. Darcy's solemn expression immediately cracked, "How could Wickham have epilepsy! I grew up with him, and it is no exaggeration to say that even the cattle in the field are not as strong as him!"

"Mr. Bennet said it himself. He has been to the hotel to see the fellow."

Even a good-tempered person like Mr. Bingley would not want to mention that disgusting name, "On the second night when he brought Lydia to London, the two of them were lying on the bed resting..."

Vaguely omitting the scandal, Mr. Bingley went on to say: "The man suddenly rolled his eyes and howled and convulsed for some reason. It was just past one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the whole hotel guests were alarmed. After the pharmacist in the poor area determined that he had an epileptic seizure, Lydia packed her luggage and left the hotel immediately."

As for the fact that the cold-blooded and ruthless former sister-in-law took away all the pounds, there is no need to say it to broaden everyone's horizons.

"If it's just to introduce a doctor, I can make an exception once."

Imagining the chaotic situation at that time, Mr. Darcy frowned, "But Bentley, you have to promise me that you will never tell Wickham any information about my involvement in this matter."

He also has relatives who he wants to protect, and it is too stupid to sacrifice himself in order to help his friends and implicate his family in danger.

"Thank you, Darcy!"

Mr. Bingley finally showed a little smile, "I knew you would always have a way!"

Mr. Darcy stood up first, "Don't be too happy, and don't think that as long as the Bennets have a wedding as soon as possible, the loss of reputation can be saved. Know that whatever people lose can be doubled in other ways, Only the invisible and intangible reputation, when you experience the shock it brings, I am afraid you will never have the chance to experience it a second time.”

To put it cruelly, if God really wanted to take pity on this family, he should let that dissolute and shameless little daughter disappear from now on, instead of returning to Longborn safe and sound with a shameful mark.

Hearing this, Mr. Bingley froze his body, and even his head, which had been raised so easily, hung down listlessly. He obediently followed his friend and boarded the carriage guarded outside.

The carriage drove for about half an hour. In a small two-story building on Tianen Temple Street, Mr. Darcy, who was invited to visit, saw Mr. Bennett, who was aged in his teens again due to the fault of his youngest daughter. .

"no offense."

Darcy took off his top hat, "I know a doctor who had the honor to see His Royal Highness. Maybe he can make a more accurate diagnosis of the epilepsy you mentioned."

"Thank you."

Mr. Bennet forced a smile, "What can I say now, compared to those sharp swords of slander, it is a great mercy for you to lend a helping hand. And Mr. Bingley..."

The little old man, who was even more rickety than his former son-in-law, said regretfully, "Thank you for everything you have done for Jiying."

Since everyone present was not in the mood to reminisce about the old days, Mr. Darcy set out to invite the doctor after asking the address of the small hotel, while Mr. Bennet, accompanied by his brother-in-law Mr. Gardner and Mr. Bingley, suppressed his anger , rushed to visit the murderer who ruined everything.

"Look who this is, a distinguished guest from afar!"

Lying on the old sticky bed sheet, Wickham, who has not yet recovered from the serious illness, mocked harshly: "My most respected father-in-law and brother-in-law, I think you two have already received a letter from Langborn , Do you know the news that your ruthless and vicious little daughter has arrived home safely? Otherwise, she would not have come to visit me so calmly, more than once!"

His handsome face is now full of hatred and gloom, and he can no longer pretend to be an amiable and melancholy prince, "Why, what do you want to say this time? Is it against me, a despicable and shameless prodigal son who kidnapped women, or is it against me? Curious about how did Ling Ai spend that romantic and intoxicating time? I think besides you, there are probably many people who would be interested in the red mole on Miss Bennett’s rib. After all, its pattern is so wonderful, and It will become more colorful as the temperature rises."

"Shameless!"

Hearing such blunt and obscene words, Mr. Bingley couldn't help blushing, "It's really shameless!"

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Proud of being able to touch the minds of the few people in front of him, Wickham added another knife, "Oh, I see, you must be worried about how my poor and respectable aunt will deal with herself? Don't worry, who Didn't know there were five daughters in the Bennett family, no one would make a mistake on purpose."

"Enough! Now you should have fun, right?!"

Mr. Bennet almost exhausted all his strength to endure so as not to slam the civilized staff in his hand into the man's chest, "To make a long story short, I have found a great doctor for you. If he can help you Some effective suggestions for my illness, maybe we can change to a friendly way of getting along."

He didn't think he was a cruel father, and he didn't want to push his little daughter into the fire pit.But when there are not only fathers and daughters on the balance of fate, his only choice is to save those innocent lambs who are punished as much as possible.

"doctor?"

Wickham suddenly propped up his body that was torn apart by the pain, "Where is he, quickly bring him to see me!"

If this damn disease can be cured, who cares about Lydia, a mean and ruthless woman, maybe the boudoirs of those noble ladies who like to hang out at balls are his best home.

Mr. Bingley nodded towards the old man in charge, then opened the door to the corridor, and brought in a very dignified old man from his friend not far away.

The retired old doctor first used a stethoscope to check the internal organs of the patient, and then asked a few words about the symptoms before and after the onset. Without any damage, a conclusion was drawn that was even weirder than epilepsy.

The doctor didn't express his dissatisfaction with the shabby place where he visited. Instead, he kindly asked the weak patient, "During the two hours when you felt pain, do you remember what you did?"

"Just resisting that piercing pain is enough to make people physically and mentally exhausted."

Wickham recalled in horror: "A few times I passed out before I even had time to react, and when I woke up, I was lying on the ground sweating profusely like now."

The frank answer he made inadvertently not only did not arouse sympathy from others, but made Mr. Bennet hate the villain who was dying and dragged his daughter into the water to the extreme.

"Gentlemen, I think you have the wrong man."

The doctor slowly packed up the medicine box, "The matter is already very clear. I am afraid that this patient needs to be sent to Bethlem for follow-up treatment."

"Bethlem?"

Mr. Gardner asked suspiciously: "Excuse me, what is that place? Why have I never heard of it?"

The doctor replied without raising his head, "Bethlem Royal Hospital is a sanatorium for the mentally ill."

"Mentally ill?!"

This kind of diagnosis, which is more cruel than destroying a person physically, made Wickham's ferocious face show a frenzied malice, "How could I have that kind of disease, you only use nonsense to cheat money The quack doctors don't want to fool me!"

"Poor child, I know it must be difficult for you to accept this sad fact, but I have seen many such patients."

The doctor shrugged his shoulders, "Let's not mention it, let's just talk about a noble family with a prominent family a few years ago. Well, we will not disclose his name for well-known reasons. The first time his family invited me to see him At the time, this gentleman only had intermittent headaches. When the headaches became irresistible and the pain was so painful that the patient wanted to take out his brains to bask in the sun, things suddenly turned around. I don’t know when it started, this nobleman Just lost the memory of the headache. Sometimes it was as short as a few minutes, and sometimes it was as long as several hours."

He warned the three men who were looking at each other: "Gentlemen, if you think that he was unconscious and completely harmless during that time, you are very wrong, until the honorable wife died at midnight. When they found her husband eating raw parrots in the cage with his mouth full of blood, they had no choice but to send the poor guy to a lunatic asylum."

Mr. Bennett, who was the first to appreciate the meaning, asked in an unprecedentedly excited tone: "Doctor, are you sure that your diagnosis is absolutely correct?"

"Of course, I dare to guarantee it with my life's reputation!"

The old urchin-like doctor gave a military salute at the door, "At least the honorable man who still lives in Bethlem can prove this."

"Thank you so much!"

Mr. Bennet patted the young man on the shoulder, "Mr. Bingley, please help me take the doctor downstairs and call for a rented carriage. We are going to Bethlem Royal Hospital immediately!"

"Slander! This is the most malicious slander!"

Seeing that things were going in the opposite direction from what he expected, Wickham, who was throbbing with veins, roared like crazy: "You have no right to do that! I will never go to a nursing home!"

His yelling once again attracted the idlers living in the corridor on the same floor, and even the fat proprietress couldn't help coming forward and complaining: "It's hard! Even the little beggars who like to beg for food at the door are scared away! You have to make up your mind quickly, I don’t want to see that guy on the bed again!”

Mr. Bennet put a handful of silver coins into her greasy hands. "Don't worry ma'am, your suffering will soon be over."

He beckoned Mr. Gardner to grab the four corners of the bed sheet, and roughly tied the struggling man into a sack, "Doctor, please help us to issue two diagnostic certificates. I think apart from the nursing home, Fred Colonel Stowe also hopes to receive this sad news."

At this moment, no matter how much Wickham scolded and begged, Mr. Bennet's mind could not be changed.

With the help of his brother-in-law, he dragged the bad boy down the stairs like a dead dog.

When Wickham's not-so-hard head hit the steps again, he finally saw the man standing in the shadow of the corner, "Darcy! I knew your tricks were indispensable here! That doctor was also arranged by you." Right?! Do you think you can sit back and relax by encouraging the old guy to send me to the madhouse? Do you think I will accept my fate? No! Never! I will definitely find a way to escape! I don’t even have to wait until that day, I can Take your sweet Joe..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wickham, who wanted to reveal a certain scandal cruelly, suddenly foamed at the mouth without warning, and even the body wrapped in the torn sheet also twisted rapidly in an incredible arc at the same moment stand up.

"Oh, God!"

The proprietress hurriedly pushed away the guests who were blocking the exit, "Please show mercy, take this evil heretic away!"

The coachman hired by Mr. Bingley saw this scene and immediately asked for a double commission, "I can't pull such a thing on the road, if someone sees it, who would dare to ride in my carriage?!"

"My friend, do with him as you please!"

Mr. Bennett, who was forcibly blackmailed, was not angry at all, "Even if you tie people to the roof of the car, as long as you can send us to Bethlem as quickly as possible!"

Even the coachman thought so in his heart, but in order to avoid such a disgraceful limelight from affecting his business, he could only reroll this annoying guy with a rag of felt.

What happened next was smoother than expected. The doctor in the nursing home didn't even ask for a medical certificate when he saw Wickham who was sick. He directly ordered the strong male nurse to put on the patient with the strongest iron vest and chains flail, to prevent him from violently injuring others.

However, Mr. Bennet spent the last pound in his pocket and paid in advance for the hospitalization expenses of this good son-in-law who had no destiny for a whole ten years. "Please let him live well."

Mr. Bennett finally pulled out the cancer rooted in his heart and finally got some relief. With the highest etiquette and deepest respect, he expressed his heartfelt thanks to the gentlemen who helped them in need, especially Mr. Darcy who had no relatives or reasons.

He didn't even have time to catch his breath, and he drove back to Longborn overnight.

At tea time the next day, Elizabeth, who was no longer in the mood to taste delicious tea, and Jane, who was paler and weaker than her mother who complained in the room all day, could be regarded as the backbone of the family.

Seeing her father returning alone, Elizabeth's heart sank, "Dad, you failed to bring back Wickham?"

"Don't mention that name again."

Mr. Bennet handed the coat to the servant, "Dear Lizzy, I'm afraid you will never see that handsome young man named Wickham again in this life."

Mrs. Bennet, who was helped out by the maid, screamed: "You dueled him? You killed Wickham? My God! Then what about our daughter, who will marry poor Lydia?" ?!"

"It's really an open question."

"But tell me before that," said Mr. Bennet coldly. "Where is my poorest little girl?"

Jane glanced at her mother, "Lydia is resting in the room."

"Oh, your mother was always so sweet."

Mr. Bennet sarcastically said: "You are not married yet, so you are eligible to dine in the room?"

He clubbed the civilized stick in his hand vigorously, "The two things I want to announce today are not only related to Longborn's reputation, but also may cause a lot of damage to Mrs. Bennet's fragile nerves. Therefore, Lizzy, Jane , help your mother before I speak, and prepare the indispensable smelling salts."

When his wife and daughter were all sitting on the sofa anxiously, Mr. Bennet, who was pacing back and forth, said in a deep voice: "The first and most important thing is, you must keep in mind that Lydia did not elope with anyone, she is A victim of coercion by a horrific psychopath."

This sentence really irritated Mrs. Bennet. She first clamored to save her life with smelling salts, and then complained for her youngest daughter, complaining that her husband didn't think about her daughter's happiness at all.

"Don't worry about my wife, that's the second thing I'm going to say."

As Mr. Bennet said, he looked at the housekeeper who wanted to shrink in the corner, "Hill, from today onwards, Lydia is no longer your lady, and you are no longer her servant. Later you Just find someone to arrange her luggage in the servant’s room, whether it’s feeding the chickens and ducks or cleaning up the garbage, you can arrange anything for her, even if you use it as a helper. Just remember one thing, before lighting the lamp Don't let her sit idle!"

"Oh! Mr. Bennet, how can you make such a decision!"

Wiping her tears, Mrs. Bennet shouted: "Our child has suffered enough. She has not been able to attend the dance in Meryton during this period. There is no shortage of vicious people who come to see jokes in the family at any time! Are you How could her father be as cruel as outsiders!"

"Because I am Lydia's biological father, I am willing to give her a bite of food after she ruined the happiness of the sisters!"

As much as Mr. Bennet loves the innocent and injured elder daughter, he hates the shameless and dissolute younger daughter as much, "Don't worry about my wife, as long as Lydia can continue to develop her personal charm, let a fool willing to let go Take her home and her sentence at the Bennets will be over."

Before returning to the study, he seriously emphasized that if anyone dares to secretly take care of that wild girl who should have been taught a lesson behind the back of the master, he must be prepared to be kicked out by Lang Born.

It is hard to find a generous and kind host these days. Seeing that Mr. Bennett was not just talking, Hill could only ignore the crying Mrs. Bennett and invited the little lady who was still enjoying life in the bedroom to replace the daughter. The master announced the cold-blooded punishment her father had imposed.

The subsequent ups and downs were beyond words. Lizzy, who was full of curiosity, took advantage of no one's attention and dragged Jiying, who was also feeling nostalgic, into the study, hoping to know what happened from her father.

"Don't mention that again, kid."

Only by staying in this warm and peaceful little world can Mr. Bennet take off his disguise and show a tired expression, "I can only say that the Bennet family has met a noble person. Without his help, I really can't imagine you still have What a future to speak of."

"Father, is that gentleman you speak of Mr. Bingley?"

Elizabeth asked the answer that her sister was most concerned about, "He is also in London, right?"

"That's right, Mr. Bingley put in a lot of effort."

Looking at the inadvertently lingering love in the elder daughter's eyes, Mr. Bennet sighed, "If there were no stupid things Lydia did, I think he would be the most lovable son-in-law in the whole of England."

Elizabeth heard her father's lingering words, "You mean, in this disaster, is there anyone more to be grateful for than Mr. Bingley?"

"Yes, Lizzy."

Mr. Bennet didn't want to hide it from the two most sensible daughters in the family, "but I don't think you will be able to guess his name. Don't say it's you, even anyone in Meryton who has come into contact with him will know I would never have imagined how amiable and respectable that stern-looking gentleman is."

"Who is the friend who can get in touch with this matter and has a close relationship with Mr. Bingley, who happens to be still in London..."

Elizabeth's clever little brain turned around, and she immediately came to a conclusion that she couldn't even think about, "Father, is the person you are talking about Mr. Darcy?"

"Lizzy, I owe him a kindness. It can be said that the entire Bennett family owes Mr. Darcy a kindness."

Mr. Bennet stroked his favorite book, "Although that gentleman doesn't care about other people's rewards, we must always remember this matter. Now, please go out and do something else, let me rest alone In a while."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: As a fan of the 95 edition, the scumbag author wants to rush in and give them a set of combo punches every time he sees Lydia and Wickham's cheap and shameless looks, which can be regarded as a relief. _(:з」∠)_

In addition, it needs to be emphasized that Mr. Darcy really did not bribe the doctor to say these words.You must know that in that era when all diseases were treated by sunbathing, no matter what happened, it was not surprising.

Hongfu Qitian, what ah~~