[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

"I would say that Jane Bennet is worthy of association," Miss Bingley said, "but her sisters are not, especially that Miss Mary Bennet."

Mr. Darcy raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, but he did not express any affirmative or negative gesture.

He still had the same calm expression: "I specifically named Miss Mary Bennet, it seems that she really annoyed you."

Seeing Darcy's cold reaction, Miss Bingley weakened a little, but still insisted on her own opinion.

"I admit that it is true that she helped us solve the case," she explained, "but it is too presumptuous to break into someone's room without consent. Besides, what does the theft have to do with her? So concerned, It’s not about having other plans, it’s about being pretentious.”

"I don't think Miss Bennet is a pretentious person."

Darcy retorted calmly: "She behaves presumptuously and honestly, but she also has a bit of real talent. Pretentious people often want to make a splash in social situations, but Miss Mary Bennet avoids social situations. "

"It's enough to prove that she really doesn't like others."

"So, I don't like to participate in the ball, do you think I'm pretentious too?"

"..."

Miss Bingley choked hard at Darcy's rhetorical question.

Having said that, Darcy felt a little bit of sympathy for Mary Bennet—the life in the country is really monotonous, and the conversations of ordinary ladies and ladies are also monotonous and boring. You can't avoid them, so how can you care about etiquette?

It seems that Elizabeth Bennet's younger sister is actually not that much.

"Before you said that the daughter of the Bennet family is not worth mentioning except for the eldest lady." Miss Bingley was very annoyed, but she still forced a posture of indifference, "It seems that you have indeed changed now. thought."

Darcy: "Naturally."

Miss Bingley: "..."

This admission is too magnanimous!

Unexpectedly, Darcy would directly respond to her teasing. Miss Bingley was taken aback, and Mr. Darcy continued.

His expression is serious, which is completely different from the appearance when he first commented on the ladies of the Bennet family: "I said it is true, but my words are not entirely true. It is Mary Banner Miss Te’s words made me realize the mistake I made—I, like her, disregarded social etiquette to be happy, but I didn’t know that it would hurt the self-esteem of others. If she is really pretentious, and How can I remind you?"

Elizabeth, who was standing in the distance, was slightly taken aback.

In Elizabeth's mind, Fitzwilliam Darcy's performance was extremely bad. She almost put all the words she knew about "defiant" on Mr. Darcy.

But now, the arrogant Mr. Darcy speaks sincerely and his tone is firm, and he really reflects on himself, rather than arguing casually.

This was completely beyond Elizabeth's expectations.

As for Mary, she was almost moved to tears by these words—she didn't know what Mr. Darcy said when dancing with Elizabeth, but it must not be what he said just now, otherwise, how could Elizabeth become more angry.

Thank goodness, the power of official distribution is indeed powerful.

"Look," Mary was very relieved, she lowered her voice and said, "I just said that Mr. Darcy is not as bad as you imagined, it's not that I like him, I just think the misunderstanding between you is too unnecessary."

Elizabeth snorted softly.

Seeing the smug look on Mary's face, she couldn't believe the younger sister's sophistry.

Taking a step back, even if Mary really doesn't like Darcy, she at least "has a plan".Otherwise, according to Mary's character, she doesn't care who Elizabeth hates.

However, Elizabeth is not unreasonable.

He had a bad impression of Mr. Darcy before, but his words had some effect.After all, arrogant and rude people don't reflect on themselves.

"Dare to admit the mistakes you made," Elizabeth said with great reluctance, "it's really rare."

"Right!"

"but……"

Elizabeth is not stupid either, she raised her eyebrows: "You are the one who reminded him, why are you so enthusiastic?"

Mary just laughed.

This is the first step in the Long March!Mary breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried for a long time, and she was afraid that she would mess up the affairs of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.

With the lessons learned from the past, Mary neither answered nor continued to pester, for fear that she would make an inch and make Elizabeth misunderstand.She took Elizabeth's arm affectionately, and deliberately raised her voice: "Jane will be fine, I've been terrified all night!"

Miss Bingley started at the sound of her voice.

She hurriedly turned around, and saw Mary walking over as if she had just arrived.

"Elizabeth and I came to visit Jane," Mary said directly, "She sent a letter saying that she had a cold. How is the situation?"

Miss Bingley was very uncomfortable. She looked like she wanted to ask Mary what she had heard, but seeing her expression of indifference, she couldn't speak.

After being awkward for a long time, Miss Bingley finally uttered a sentence: "Then, I will ask someone to take you there."

Before starting, Mr. Darcy took a little step forward, and stopped Mary just in time.

"Miss Bennet," Darcy said sincerely, seeing that Elizabeth had entered the gate of the manor, "thank you for your reminder that day."

"..."

Don't leave any pot unopened, Mary can't laugh or cry, you don't know that you are on the "brink of life and death" of losing your wife!

However, it would be good to let Elizabeth know that Darcy is not bad by nature, and Mary is relieved.As for Miss Bingley speaking ill of herself... Although she didn't know where she caught her eye, Mary didn't really care too much.

Just say it, and you can lose a piece of meat.

Especially when she saw the pale-faced Jane, Mary was not in the mood to worry about what others said about her.

Jane still had a high fever, and she looked listless in bed.The servant at Netherfield Manor said that she started to have a fever before dawn. In the 21st century, a high fever is still a disease that needs to be treated immediately, let alone the Victorian era?

"Do you need a doctor?" Elizabeth asked worriedly.

"It's just a cold, it's not a big deal," Jane refused feebly, for fear of causing trouble to Mr. Bingley, "you come and see me, I'm almost healed."

"Me and Lizzie are no panacea," retorted Mary.

But it can be seen that Jane is very happy that the two younger sisters came here specially because of her illness.She spoke a few words with Mary and Elizabeth, and her spirits improved.

Taking advantage of this time, Elizabeth ordered the kitchen to bring some hot soup, and Mary also asked the cook to put more ginger.Jane barely drank a little, and Mary kept helping her wipe the sweat from the hot soup.

After Jane finished drinking the ginger soup, the servant who came to fetch the tableware suddenly said, "Miss Mary, Mr. Holmes invites you to Mr. Bingley's study."

Elizabeth was a little surprised: "Mr. Holmes?"

Are the detectives here?

Mary's expression was shocked. Just when she subconsciously wanted to agree, she accidentally caught a glimpse of Jane's pale face, and immediately calmed down.

The case is important, but with Sherlock Holmes around, what mystery can't be solved?For Mary, she came to Netherfield Manor to take care of Jane.

"I have to take care of my sister," she said, "and tell Mr. Holmes I won't pass."

After the servant left, Elizabeth asked, "Who is Mr. Holmes?"

Mary: "It's the detective from London."

Elizabeth: "Then why did he—"

The servant with the tableware came back suddenly.

She was embarrassed, and she stood at the door: "Miss Mary, you'd better go!"

"I didn't say..."

The following words stopped abruptly when they saw the thin man behind the maid.

Mary's eyes widened: Sherlock Holmes actually came directly to Jane's bedroom? !

Even if he was just standing in the doorway, in Victorian times, it was enough to be regarded as trying to break into a lady's room.

Elizabeth stood up almost immediately when she saw the figure of the man. She glared at the visitor like a chicken cub: "This is the lady's room!"

Mary: "Mr. Holmes?"

Elizabeth was even more shocked: "This is the detective?"

Sherlock Holmes, on the other hand, didn't give alms to the hospital bed at all.

The skinny detective walked in a hurry, with a little solemnity between his brows and eyes.

It wasn't until Mary and Elizabeth hurried into the corridor that he said, "Excuse me, Miss Mary,"

But Mr. Holmes did not show any guilt. Obviously, in his opinion, there are more important things than etiquette: "If you don't mind, please follow me."

"About the case?"

Mary quickly followed the train of thought, but...

She glanced at the room, a little embarrassed.

I just realized my mistake, I can't ignore my real relatives because of the things I like, and now I want to leave Jane alone?That's a little too much.

"But I have to take care of my sister," Mary hesitated. "Is there a new clue?"

"It's what you've been asking me about."

"..."

hateful!

Mary's curiosity was immediately aroused.

Mr. Holmes saw that she was in a dilemma, so he turned his eyes to Elizabeth. He nodded quickly: "Can you take care of your sister, Miss Bennet?"

Elizabeth frowned: "Of course, are you questioning my relationship with Jane?"

Holmes: "Very well."

He took a step back, and his posture almost wrote "Why are you still not moving" on his face: "I don't think Miss Jane Bennet needs two people to take care of her, come with me."

Mary: "..."

You are too perfunctory!

She was almost amused by Mr. Holmes' behavior.

Fortunately, Jane is a kind person. Although she doesn't know Sherlock Holmes, she knows that he is a detective invited by Mr. Bingley and a person whom Mr. Bingley trusts.Hearing him mention the word case through the door, he coughed a few times, and instead stood on the detective's side: "Since I need your help, go ahead, Mary. Lizzie has taken care of me enough."

When Mary heard it, she felt amnesty.

She shook Jane's hand and gave a few words of advice. Then she let go of her uneasiness, picked up her skirt and followed Mr. Holmes out of the room.

"I'm asking you something," Mary said, "is it the contract?"

"nature."

"Now you can always tell me what kind of contract it is," said Mary. "I guess, since Mr. Bingley moved here from the north, where the industry is well developed, it should be a factory contract."

"Yes."

Holmes stopped in front of Mr. Bingley's study, and he politely opened the door for Mary.

"Not only that, but an unsigned contract."

"Hey?"

Mary blinked blankly.

Steal an unsigned contract?That's even more strange. If you don't sign your name, the contract has no legal effect. What's the use of stealing it?