[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Before Mary traveled, she was full of curiosity about the Victorian era, and often fantasized about seeing the era in which her favorite literary figure, Sherlock Holmes, lived.

Mary never expected that God not only fulfilled her dream, but even allowed her to meet Holmes himself.

And Mr. Detective smiled at himself!

Thinking of the scene just now, Mary couldn't help but bury her head in the thick book, feeling her cheeks were still hot.

After learning about the progress of the case, she returned to Jane's room, still unable to restrain her joy and excitement.Mary's reaction surprised Jane and Elizabeth.

Everyone knows that the third daughter of the Bennet family is not to mention plain-looking, with a dull personality and social reluctance.What worries the two older sisters even more is that Mary has always seemed to have no enlightenment. She yearns for talented poets and likes legendary heroes, but she lacks interest in the gentlemen around her.

If Lydia is spoiled by her mother and is too frivolous because of her beauty, then Mary just doesn't care about the marriage needs in real life.

It was the first time for Jane and Elizabeth to see Mary showing such a girlish posture.

"Who is that gentleman?" Elizabeth couldn't help muttering.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes is Mr. Bingley's detective."

Jane coughed a few times, and explained: "It is said that he is extremely intelligent and observant. The first time we met, he directly threw out the key points of the case. It is a pity that I caught a cold last night, so I only met him On the one hand, there was no conversation."

Elizabeth: "..."

It turned out that he was the "Detective from London".Seeing Mary's red face and shining eyes, Elizabeth immediately understood everything.

——Her sister, how could she fall in love with Mr. Darcy, who is arrogant by nature? She probably wanted to get closer to Darcy and be friends with Mr. Darcy as early as when she heard the word "detective". So that he invited the legendary detective to open his eyes.

After all, the rich Mr. Darcy, where is the detective walking on the streets of London more storytelling?

but……

Thinking of the scene where the so-called "big detective" almost broke into the lady's boudoir, Elizabeth frowned slightly: "I think this gentleman's behavior is very inappropriate."

"not like this!"

Upon hearing this, Mary immediately raised her head from the book.

She rubbed her red face, and hastily argued, "Mr. Holmes just wants to solve the case. If he is serious, he will ignore the red tape, but this only proves that in his eyes, the truth is the most important thing, and there is no other meaning."

Elizabeth didn't quite accept this statement: "It's not a matter of red tape to go straight to the ladies' boudoir."

Mary wanted to argue, but before she opened her mouth, she saw Elizabeth raise her head slightly, and immediately swallowed back the words on her lips.

Having lived under the same roof as Elizabeth for so long, Mary knew all too well what her second sister's expression meant, and she was waiting for herself to speak so that she could refute.

Elizabeth was clear-headed and articulate, and Mary didn't want to have anything to do with her.

Besides, from Elizabeth's point of view, it's not wrong that she doesn't like Mr. Detective.Elizabeth didn't know any Sherlock Holmes. To her, the great detective who became famous all over the world hundreds of years later was just a rude guy who almost broke into the lady's boudoir without saying hello at this moment.

Can't quarrel with Elizabeth, Mary can't make a roundabout policy.

She put down the thick book, stood up slowly and sat beside Elizabeth: "Good Lizzie, you are angry again, I haven't spoken yet."

Saying that, Mary was about to reach out and take Elizabeth's arm, but the latter snorted coldly and avoided her: "If you don't speak, I also know what you are going to say."

"Yes, yes, that's natural!"

Mary spread out a flattering smile, and cheekily insisted on holding Elizabeth's arm: "You are my dearest and dearest sister, of course you know what I'm going to say."

Jane on the hospital bed: "Lizzie is your dearest and dearest sister, so what am I, Mary?"

Mary's smile suddenly froze on her face: "Uh."

In fact, Elizabeth was not angry at all, and seeing Mary's failure to flatter her, she couldn't help laughing with Jane.

"Okay," the good-tempered Jane said in a timely manner to ease the atmosphere, "Mr. Holmes is just eager to solve the case. If he can find the real thief smoothly, it will be a trivial matter."

"But it's no small matter."

Elizabeth is particularly principled: "If any man in the world breaks into a lady's room casually, is that okay? It has nothing to do with what he wants to do, Jane, this is a moral principle that everyone must abide by."

However, Sherlock Holmes is a man who occasionally ignores moral principles.

Mary couldn't laugh or cry, she really couldn't explain to Elizabeth that this was the nineteenth century, which was completely different from the hundreds of years after she was born.

"Then, then give Mr. Holmes another chance," Mary said cautiously. "You see, Mr. Darcy is not as bad and corrupt as you imagined, is he?"

This left Elizabeth speechless.

Though Elizabeth was not pleased at the thought of Mr. Darcy's haughty attitude, he did admit his error.Who can't make mistakes?The frankness of Mr. Darcy's remarks, which Elizabeth himself did not know to hear, is enough to prove that he is by no means hypocritical, but has truly realized the faux pas and reflected on it.

Elizabeth doesn't like arrogant people, but she is not relentless either.

This morning's mistake made most of her bad feelings towards Mr. Darcy disappear immediately.

Conversely... Even in Elizabeth's view, the behavior of Sherlock Holmes just now was really absurd, but he is a friend recognized by Darcy and Bingley, and he should have extraordinary abilities or qualities.

"Lizzie, even for my sake!"

Mary was a little anxious: "The poet Byron also has his own shortcomings, and he is indeed a genius, isn't he?"

It's okay not to mention Byron, but Elizabeth is even more angry when Byron is mentioned.

"You," she reprimanded with a straight face, "Lydia thinks about officers and balls every day, and I don't think you are much better, so don't mention Byron in front of me from now on."

"Okay, okay, Lizzie is right in everything she says," Mary smiled, "Then can I mention Mr. Darcy in the future?"

"..."

And it's back again!

Elizabeth suddenly lost her temper.Fortunately, when she was ill, Jane was much better after being made a fuss by Mary.There was a smile on her pale face: "Now you can rest assured, Lizzie, you don't have to worry about Mary being obsessed with poets and not asking about worldly affairs. The number of times she mentioned Mr. Holmes today is more than all the gentlemen she met before combined .”

"That's how you didn't see her with a Darcy on the left and a Darcy on the right," Elizabeth said disgustedly, "I thought Miss Mary Bennet had taken a fancy to an arrogant single nobleman, but now it seems that there is something wrong with her." Motive—I would rather, as I see it now, be Mr Darcy for you."

Mary: "..."

It's been said that she is not interested in Mr. Darcy, okay?

She was about to formulate a rebuttal when the maid from Netherfield Hall came in and said that Mr. Bingley had asked the two healthy Miss Bennets to come downstairs.

Jane's typhoid fever is not cured, so a little trouble is enough.Mary and Elizabeth decided to let her rest more, so they told the maid a few words and went downstairs.

Before any of them entered the drawing room, they heard Miss Bingley sitting beside Mr. Darcy, praising his vast collection of books at Pemberley Manor, which were out of print and expensive.

Seeing Mary walking in, Miss Bingley turned around immediately and gave the two Bennet sisters a polite smile: "By the way, people around say that Miss Mary Bennet is the most talented woman around, I want to read it." There are too many books."

"Not too many."

If you can't see Miss Bingley's hostility towards her, then Mary will be praised by Mr. Holmes in vain.

Although she doesn't know why she hates herself so much, Mary doesn't really care. After all, who cares whether an irrelevant rich lady hates herself, and it's not that she married Mr. Bingley.

So Mary just answered truthfully: "I will read whatever new books my father buys. Naturally, they cannot compare with Mr. Darcy's collection of books in Pemberley Manor."

"Listen to Charles, you recently read Rousseau's book."

"On the Causes of the Rise and Fall of Rome," Mary replied.

"It's amazing!"

Miss Bingley made a rather exaggerated reaction: "I can't read such profound books. It seems that Miss Mary is indeed a person of great wisdom."

After finishing speaking, she turned around, put on a magnanimous teasing posture, and said to Darcy in a meaningful tone: "I see, you are the only one who can have a conversation with Miss Mary, Why don't you have a good chat with Miss Mary about politics?"

Mary: "..."

She understood immediately.

Even Elizabeth misunderstood her intentions because of her excessive enthusiasm for Mr. Darcy, and it was even easier for outsiders to misinterpret her intentions.

Miss Bingley liked Mr. Darcy, and Mary could tell even if she didn't know the original book—she was just not social, and she wasn't a fool.

It turned out that he regarded her as a rival in love.

Mr. Darcy's reaction to Miss Bingley's sudden statement was still indifferent: "I don't think the morning is a good time to talk about politics, and Miss Mary probably thinks so too, doesn't she?"

"I think the morning would be a good time."

Mary suddenly burst into a smile, and when she changed her mind, she immediately became ill-intentioned.

She still wore her trademark bright smile: "If we don't talk about politics, we can talk about other things, what do you think, Miss Bingley?"

Miss Bingley: "..."

talk, why not talk?She couldn't track down the clues with Mr. Holmes. She bullied the little girl and vented her anger for her sister.