[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

Accustomed to London's busy traffic, hustle and bustle, as well as the gray sky and the haze that always enveloped the city, Mary felt a little awkward when she returned to her clear and bright home all of a sudden.

So quiet, so plain, even Lydia's yelling at breakfast was not so harsh to Mary, who had heard too much of the factory machinery running.

Alas, the country life is leisurely and undisciplined, suitable for retirement after old age, but Mary is only 19 years old.

Just one day after her return, Mary began to miss life in London.

Seeing Mary sullen at the dinner table, Mr. Bennet rarely opened his mouth to tease him. He just took off his glasses: "The weather is fine today. I'm going to visit Meryton."

Lydia said without thinking, "I'm going too!"

Mary looked up: "Then I'll go shopping too." At least it's better to go to Meryton than to stay at home.

Seeing that his two daughters were going to follow, Mr. Bennet thought for a while and called the carriage over.

When they arrived in Meryton, Lydia ran to the millinery shop without saying a word, leaving her father and third sister in place.

And Mr. Bennet, who never cared about the living conditions of his daughters, rarely cared about Mary's itinerary in London.

On weekdays, Mary didn't spend much time alone with her father. Now that she had a rare opportunity, she was not in a hurry to wander around by herself, so she took her father's arm: "Would you like to take a walk, Dad?"

"Jane said that you still didn't let go of the investigation when you were in London," Mr. Bennet let Mary act like a baby, "but it's true?"

"of course."

Mary was wondering how to bring this up with her father.

As soon as he took the initiative to ask, Mary succinctly relayed to Mr. Bennet the process of assisting Mr. Holmes in the investigation of the case in London-of course, Mary automatically omitted her going to the slums, and a James Moria The scene where Dee's minions die instantly in front of her.

At the end, Mary concluded solemnly: "Now, Mr. Holmes has gone abroad to Europe in order to investigate the case in depth."

Mr. Bennet nodded, and it was unclear whether he was interested in it: "In this way, you are useless."

Mary shook her head: "I have, Dad."

Mr. Bennet: "Oh? Tell me, what else can you do?"

Mary: "Mr. Detective told me that if you have a chance, you can go to Milton and have a look. There may be clues there."

When these words fell to the ground, Mary couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Although Mary is now 19 years old, in the [-]th century, unmarried country gentry ladies were still under the care of guardians before they became financially independent.If Mr. Bennet thinks this is too absurd, it is basically impossible for Mary to leave Longbourn in a fair manner and go to the far north.

It's just that Mr. Bennet still has the same expression, neither he agrees nor disagrees.

"Well," my father nodded seriously, "Go to Milton."

"What does dad mean...?" Mary asked cautiously.

"It's just Milton, I can't stop you," Mr. Bennet said, "Even if you make up your mind to move to London, rent a house by yourself and never marry, I won't be surprised."

Mary's heart skipped a beat.

For 19 years, she never told her father any plans for the future—in fact, when Mary read the original book, she felt that Mr. Bennet's character was really weird.

Call him dull, but this man talks humorously, reacts quickly, and sees most of the people around him thoroughly; but call him smart, how can a smart gentleman let his daughters ignore them and watch Watching Lydia go so absurdly to elope with a scumbag.

A person like my father doesn’t seem to matter in the novel, but when communicating with him face to face, Mr. Bennet is always indifferent and seems to know everything, which makes Mary inexplicably unpredictable.

Just like now, she even dreamed of moving to London to live alone, but how did her father know?

Seeing that Mary was stunned, Mr. Bennet blinked, and laughed first: "What? Did I hit your mind."

Mary came back to herself.

She looked at Mr. Bennet with a complicated expression: "What if...you really mean what I'm thinking, Dad?"

"Then you have to work hard to create," Mr. Bennet was not surprised at all, "at least you have to become a famous and rich old girl so that you won't be judged."

"Aren't you surprised?"

"What am I surprised about?"

Mr. Bennet seemed to hear a joke: "If you don't want to be financially independent, why write serials? Wouldn't it be better to find someone to marry?"

This is true.

No matter what, my father is my father, and after getting along day and night, even if I look at Mary's usual unrealistic fantasies and her behavior of going to London to submit detective novels, she can guess the general idea.

That puts Mary at ease, what the hell is Dad, but... wait.

Mary suddenly came back to her senses: "Then, did Dad support me?"

Mr. Bennet asked without answering: "If I don't support you, won't you try to convince me?"

Of course it will!

At that moment, the half-hanging stone in Mary's heart faintly fell to the ground.

It's all good news recently. Mr. Holmes' handshake ceremony, coupled with his father's initiative to mention this matter, is of great benefit to Mary's financial independence plan.

The fact that Mr. Bennet remains neutral does not surprise Mary though.In the [-]th century, it was too much for a father to not care about anything, but Mary came from time travel, and his indifferent attitude gave her great freedom.

"Dad, you are so kind!"

So Mary was still very happy when she heard the words. She leaned on her father's arm affectionately and couldn't help being coquettish: "I really don't know how to thank you!"

"It's easy."

Mr. Bennet was still in the same joking tone: "When you get paid six thousand pounds for your novel, just remember that you have a father in Longbourne."

"father!"

Mary can't laugh or cry, let alone that she will never forget her family, just say that the remuneration for a novel is [-] pounds, that is a lot of money, isn't it?

"Well, it's not uncommon for people to ignore their families when they become famous," said Mr. Bennet with particular seriousness. "However, the reason why I agree with you to go to Milton is because we have a relative in Milton. But you really want to go to Milton." , we must wait until Jane is married."

Needless to say this.

It's not far away from Xia Tian now, even if the railway is developed now, it will take a lot of time to go back and forth and track down clues.

Mary will never miss the wedding between Jane and Mr. Bingley, she has been thinking about it for a long time, okay?

"Then wait until the wedding is over," Mary promised, "I can't wait, there will be many guests, and that little girl Lydia will inevitably go crazy for a while."

Mr. Bennet snorted coldly.

He raised his eyebrows and looked forward: "I think she's crazy now."

Mary followed Mr. Bennet's gaze, and as expected, she saw Lydia standing on the side of the street...and Wickham who was talking eagerly with her.

"..." Mary raised her eyebrows.

Mary was still thinking about how to start the topic of Wickham the day before, but today he took the initiative to deliver it to her door, which was really timely.

Lydia, who was talking to Wickham, was also holding in her hand a very beautiful millinery hat, which Mary had seen many ladies wear in London before, and it was the most fashionable style at the moment.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Mary and her father walking over together, shrinking back as if she had been caught doing something wrong, and then realized that Mary's eyes fell on her newly bought hat, and immediately hid the beautiful women's hat behind her back.

Mary: "..."

She laughed out loud, what kind of child is playing with his temper, Lydia is 15 years old this year, not five years old!

Seeing Lydia's reaction, Wickham turned around, and when he saw Mr. Bennet and Mary, a bright smile appeared on his handsome face.

I have to say that Lydia's mind is not very good, but her aesthetics are one-on-one.Not to mention the exquisite and avant-garde embroidery, you don't have to pick your face.Mr. Wickham was already handsome, but he looked even more imposing in the officer's red uniform. Even Mary was dazzled by his impeccable smile.

He strode forward: "Mr. Bennet, Miss Mary."

Mr. Bennet was there when Mary and Lydia made the bet that day, but he didn't take off Wickham's face because of it: "Sir."

Mary also said politely, "Long time no see, Mr. Wickham."

Wickham's eyes lit up, and he treated Mary with the same enthusiasm as he treated Lydia: "It's been a long time, Miss Mary. I just heard from Miss Lydia that you have been to London during this time?"

"Yes," Mary nodded, "Jane and I stayed at the house of my uncle and aunt for a while... But, you haven't met Lydia in Meryton recently? Why did you just hear about it?"

"Mr Wickham fell in love during your absence."

Mr. Bennet made up the knife with no seriousness: "He loves Miss King of Meryton deeply, and it has reached my ears."

Miss King's fortune was considerable, and she was well known in Meryton.Long before Mary went to London, she had heard the news that Wickham had turned to pursue Miss King. Mr. Bennet said it deliberately, and it was nothing more than secretly mocking Mr. Wickham's pursuit of fame and fortune.

But a scumbag is a scumbag, how can ordinary people be as thick-skinned as he is?

Hearing Mr. Bennet's words, a slight melancholy appeared on Wickham's handsome face, but he still kept smiling: "Not anymore, sir."

Lydia couldn't help but stare in surprise when she heard the words: "What happened?"

Wickham shook his head.

"It's no big deal," he said. "Miss King has decided to move away from Meryton, and has gone away. I am an officer and have to live with the group, and I am determined not to leave with her."

The words are magnificent, but the actual situation, I am afraid that it is not because Miss Jin's guardian has noticed Wickham's motives and took her away directly-not every guardian is like Mr. Bennet, letting his daughters developed freely.

But Mary didn't expose him.

Firstly, she has no evidence, and secondly, Lydia has been grounded for so long, and if Mary does something drastic, she might feel disobedient in her heart.

People are pushed into a hurry, but they can do anything.

Wickham is not a scumbag, Mary should not expose it, but Lydia should discover it herself.

Therefore, Mary met Lydia's nervous gaze, instead of sarcasm, she showed a concerned look, and said with relief: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Wickham, please cheer up."

"I am determined to stay for my duty," said Wickham impudently. "I will not fail to do so, though I am sorry. Thank you for your encouragement, Miss Mary."

"Let the past pass, sir," Mary agreed. "My sister and Mr. Bingley's wedding will be in a while, and there will be many people and dance parties. It can just change the mood. .”

"I don't think I'm in the mood for dancing," said Mr. Wickham with a wry smile.

yes.

"It's not in the mood to assume that the dance partner is Elizabeth or Lydia? It's a pity," Mary teased, "Mr. Bingley left in a hurry last time, and the promised dance did not take place. I think Lydia has been looking forward to it. She is very happy." I want to dance with you."

Wickham was taken aback when he heard the words, and then looked at Lydia.

"Really?" he asked.

"How would you know if you didn't try to invite?" Mary replied.

The tall young man showed a look of surprise, and he asked Lydia politely: "Miss Lydia, if you are at the next ball together, would you like to dance with me for the first dance?"

Lydia: "Of course I—"

In the middle of her sentence, she caught a glimpse of the perfect smirk pattern on Mary's face.

"..."

The grievances and loneliness of the past few months suddenly came to my mind, and Lydia forgot everything and never forgot the words that Mary smiled before she left-she said that when Mr. Wickham fell in love, she would definitely come back to find herself.

Now that he was indeed broken in love, Mary was half right.And for the past few months, he has politely kept his distance, but today he met and wanted to say hello, and following Mary's topic, he wanted to invite her to dance?

Lydia, who originally wanted to happily agree to Wickham, immediately froze her smile on her face when she realized this.

The author has something to say: Mary: Promise him, didn’t you always want to dance with Wickham, he invited you and didn’t invite Elizabeth :)

Lydia: The smile gradually freezes.jpg