[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Mary

The second time Bennett said the central matter, Mary was not surprised.

Since my father took the initiative to mention this matter, it was a good opportunity to start the topic.Although Mary usually acts boldly and has the same bad habit of never turning back, she still hopes to get the support of her parents if she can.

What should be done is still to be done, but with the approval and understanding of family members, doing things is naturally different.

So Mary took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Yes, Dad. I got two hundred pounds for the Milton case, and Mr. Hall, the editor-in-chief of the "Seaside Magazine", promised me that I would get every article for my future manuscripts." At least ten pounds for the period, which is enough for me to live in London, so I want to move there."

She carefully looked at her father's expression, saw that he was not angry, and continued to speak: "I boast that I have good reasons. First, I can get in touch with more people and more cases in London, which will help me. Writing, secondly—"

"Secondly, you have always wanted to live a free and exciting life. Marrying an excellent gentleman like your sisters and being a leisurely woman will make you bored to the point of smoking within three days."

"..."

Mary laughed out loud.

Seeing Mary smiling, Mr. Bennet also laughed: "I'm so touched, Mary, you can tell me your thoughts in advance. Children who make their own opinions should not secretly tell their parents about their little thoughts."

"father!"

Mary scolded, and her face was slightly flushed by her father's harmless ridicule: "It's not because I know I shouldn't do this, that I want to settle down first, and then slowly let you accept this fact."

"And you're still reprimanding Lydia for her nonsense in confessing to Wickham," began Mr. Bennet. "I don't think either of you is any better than the other."

Hearing these words, Mary's expression froze.

"If Lydia can also guarantee a stable source of income, won't burden her family, and confess boldly on the condition that she sees the other party's details," she said seriously, "I will definitely not stop her, even if you don't want to, I will I must also stand by her side and defend her right to pursue freedom."

What Mary said was not a lie.

If Wickham is just poor and white, but has an upright character and a tenacious soul, even if his appearance is as ugly as Quasimodo in "Notre Dame de Paris", Mary will not stop Lydia.

She comes from the future, and these shocking behaviors in the Victorian era are all very common in Mary's eyes.

But even in the 21st century, Mary would not support her sister to hang herself on a tree of scumbags.

"I know that for a father, it's no different for a daughter to marry a gambler than to marry a gambler," Mary said, "but it's different for me, Dad. With the principal and the confidence, I will not speak out to drag my family down."

"I believe it. You have always had a lot of tricks."

Mr. Bennet blinked after finishing speaking: "I didn't mean to accuse you, Mary, but just to show that I was very moved."

Mary: "..."

Mr. Bennet: "Isn't it?"

Dad was always able to make Mary speechless.

It is understandable that Mr. Bennet could have expected this but did not expect Lydia to confess directly to Wickham.

Although Lydia was usually frivolous and superficial, the environment and life in Longbourne were peaceful and closed. As in the past two years, it was rare for a militia group to move in and a gentleman to move in.

In addition, Lydia is the daughter who most resembles Mrs. Bennet and is the youngest in the family. Mr. Bennet, who has married several daughters and mothers, feels that the worst result is nothing more than marrying them like the two of them. To a squire who is greedy for beauty and lives a life without communication.

Because of his experience, Mr. Bennet underestimated Lydia's problem.

But Mary was different.

How many country girls are like her?He read endlessly with those big books, was keen on the popular London newspapers and magazines, cared about current affairs, and was addicted to detective novels.

On weekdays, there is London on the left and London on the right, which is why Mr. Bennet teased her that even if she doesn't have a sweetheart, at least she has a "city in the heart".

In the eyes of parents, it is the same disobedient child, disobedient smart child, and disobedient silly girl, but the former is more "destructive".And Mr. Bennet was right in his judgment.

"Then Dad," Mary looked anxious, "Since you have already guessed my thoughts, what is your attitude?"

Mr. Bennet laughed: "I said you are not allowed to go, so you really don't want to go?"

Mary just curled her lips and didn't answer.

There is no need to say much between father and daughter, and they also understand each other's inner thoughts: Mary will naturally not be a good girl who obeys her parents, and if she is not allowed to move, she will always find a way to move; and Mr. Bennet, He would not ignore his daughter's wishes and confine her at home, watching a living soul suffer.

"I know you've got ten thousand reasons to convince me," said Mr. Bennet with seriousness, "but your mother won't listen to reason, and if you want to move to London, you'll have to tell her yourself—I don't want to. Listen to her yelling and go crazy."

"I've thought about it a long time ago," Mary said earnestly.

She guessed early on that her father would be easy to pass, but her mother, Mrs. Bennet...

Mrs. Bennet was such a character that it was impossible to reason with her.It never occurred to Mary to have a peaceful conversation with her mother, it was impossible.

"I've thought about it," she suggested, "You can ask Jane to rent the apartment on my behalf."

Now Jane is Mrs. Bingley, and Mr. Bingley's estate is mostly in London and partly in Milton.This also means that unless they are on vacation, they will spend more time in London during the year with the love and stickiness of the young couple.

When a rich lady buys an apartment, no one else will talk about it.It is not particularly outrageous that this "just" vacant apartment is temporarily occupied by the three remaining unmarried sisters of the family, so that they can enter the social circle of London.

Had Jane said that, Mrs. Bennet might have applauded at once—her lifelong wish was to marry her daughters to rich men, and the rich men around Longbourne were better than those in London. Is there a lot?

As to whether Mary was looking for a rich man to marry, Mother would never know, London was so far from Longbourne.

On the way to Longbourn, Mary also considered what Miss Morstan had said: finding maids and secretaries.

She felt that if she could successfully rent a suitable apartment, she could temporarily hire a handyman to do the work.Further, such as receiving letters, sending messages, and even shorthand typing, these are not used yet.

Just finished a serial, Mary still has a long way to go.

When she really needed help with typing and sorting her letters, it would be a popular and well-paid author, and it would be a pity to have a maid and secretary at the same time.

"Thank you, Dad."

Thinking of this, Mary said with emotion: "Thank you very much."

Although his attitude was not to support him, he also expressed his understanding.In front of her father she wasn't doing bad things or acting like a child - an attitude that was crucial to Mary.

"I know a Miss Mary Morstan in London," said Mary, "and she's well informed that there are some flats in London for women, and there may be vacancies."

"Okay."

Mr. Bennet said: "Even the position is optimistic. I don't ask for anything else, but I beg you to become a great writer in the future, but remember your parents."

Mary couldn't laugh or cry: "Dad!"

Before he could speak, Mr. Bennet smiled again.

"Don't forget about your two younger sisters," he added, "Catherine is a little fool with no idea. As for how ridiculous Lydia is when she is confused, you and I have seen it too. If you become prosperous in the future, you will have to Take on the responsibility of being a sister."

That's what Dad really wanted to say.

Mary was very moved—her father would not talk about such persuasion, he always seemed to be careless and indifferent to everything.

But now, the heartfelt speech after the joke is enough to prove that the father is a father after all, no matter how he lets go, he still cares for his daughter.

"I will."

Mary earnestly promised: "In all fairness, Katie and Lydia's conditions are better than mine. When they mature, it will be very easy to please others."

She dared to say these words because Lydia had become a lot more honest recently.

Although she doesn't know if she will get crazy and do stupid things again, but from Milton to London, and now, Mary feels that Lydia still has a long memory.

She is only 15 years old, and she will only be sixteen after this year. For a 21-year-old girl in the 16st century, the most important thing in life is to study.

"You're on good terms too, Mary."

Mr. Bennet rarely restrained his teasing and mocking expression, and said quite seriously: "You are a very smart girl, although you are so smart that you are 'a little silly', you always know what you want."

"Did Dad see that clearly?" Mary laughed.

"It's not clear," Mr. Bennet responded. "I don't know what you think, but I know that's not what you want at least."

As he spoke, his father's eyes turned to the noisy crowd.

Elizabeth had taken the bouquet to the grass in front of Pemberley Church, which undoubtedly dropped a bomb among the girls.In view of Mary's booing just now, many girls in the local village couldn't help shouting: "Mrs. Darcy, throw it to the left, God will bless you!"

The other girls immediately refused to be outdone.

"To the right, to the right! Mrs. Darcy, if you throw it to the right, next year you will give birth to a straight, handsome and decent baby son like Mr. Darcy!"

"Don't listen to them, go to the left, your sisters are on the left!"

"Nonsense, they are clearly on the right!"

The girls made a fuss, and Mrs. Darcy on the left and Mrs. Darcy on the right heard that Elizabeth's head was so big that she really didn't know where to throw it.

Go to the left, the girl on the right will definitely say she is biased; throw it to the right, just now Mary called them to be on the right, and the girls on the left will not be dissatisfied.

Why didn't Jane throw the bouquet so much trouble at that time!

Elizabeth thought angrily, she turned her head to look at the girls who were looking forward to it, and circled around the vast lawn, and finally her beautiful eyes fell on the gentlemen who were watching the show.

She had an idea, and suddenly came to an idea.

"You guys are ready, I'm going to throw the bouquet!"

Elizabeth said, turning around.

The bride ran into the crowd with the hem of her skirt, which caused the girls to scream, but Elizabeth moved very quickly, and before the other ladies could react, she ran to the end: "One, two, three——"

She threw the bouquet high, but not towards the lady behind her, but towards the gentlemen nearby.

Such a choice startled the gentlemen, but they were also happy to accept Mrs. Darcy's blessing. Several young men from military background even whistled, wanting to reach out to catch the flowers.

The scene became lively all of a sudden, the handsome soldiers scrambled, the bouquet fell in mid-air, and was photographed in mid-air, drawing a beautiful arc in the bright sunlight, and unexpectedly landed on a person who was preparing for the bouquet. In the arms of the departing gentleman.

Sherlock Holmes was hit by bouquets falling from the sky.

Even the great detective himself was stunned after the "surprise attack".He quickly caught the bouquet, turned around under the clear sky, and looked at the crowd with his angular face.

"Holmes!"

The young people also booed and applauded: "You can't go now, why don't you hurry up and get a girl to marry on the spot? You can't even be shaken by Mrs. Darcy's blessing, can you?"

The detective still maintained a stern expression, but even though he was no longer interested in the wedding, Mr. Holmes still twitched his lips in the face of such a coincidence.

"Thank you for the bouquet, Mrs. Darcy," he held up the flowers to Elizabeth. "It was a perfect wedding."