beauty and money

After the public carriage arrived in London, Miss Mary could return from recuperation, but unfortunately she couldn't come back with her beautiful hair, so she had to buy a wig of the same color.Mr. Bennet hugged his daughter deeply, and he found that her daughter had become thinner and darker, and there was a little difference.

Mary happily chatted with her father about what she had seen and heard in Oxford, and took the letter from her father by the way. Seeing that her daughter was very happy at this time, Mr. Bennet hesitated whether to inform Mrs. Graillis of her visit. For her, it's better not to say it, and she can understand it when she reads the letter herself.

July in London is not that hot, but there is always steam in the street. Mary lay on the big soft bed in the hotel and began to read letters one by one.First came letters of inquiry from several other newspapers, asking if Mr. Henry could write more manuscripts.Then came the letter from old William, in which he was astonished.

Miss Mary, I don't know why you are so confused and emotional, but I believe that knowledge will not disappear because of sharing, and God did not create us to kill us.

Wisdom will bury her head in the grave, beauty will turn into dry bones, wealth will flow to the east one day, and power, you have to watch it slip away quietly.But the only thing that God has given us, and we can always have, is a noble soul, and I am sure you will find joy in life again.

Ps: Tell Mr. Henry Bennet for me, my friends in the publishing industry are very interested in knowing his new works.

On the back of the text message is a funny dwarf drawing a woman by the hand, and next to it is the words I know your little secret.

Mary was amused by this playful picture, she carefully put the letters back, and then opened one, the next one was Mrs. Graris's letter, and there were several letters in succession, she frowned and couldn't even open it. I wanted to throw it away without dismantling it, but in the end I put it down without looking at it or throwing it away.

The last few letters were from people who signed BB, and she thought back a little and remembered that only Mr. Benest was the only person she knew who signed like that.The envelope was nothing special, but the letter paper seemed to be sprayed with some perfume, which made Mary wave her hand to dispel the fragrance, and commented in her heart that the gentleman's taste was still the same as before.

As Mary read, her frown tightened, and Mr. Benest was in deep prison, in the debtors' prison in Fleet Street, and had been there for some months, he pleaded in the letter Miss Bennet to his aid, he would mortgage his Irish lands to Miss Bennet in return.

After learning about Mr. Bennett's recent situation, Mary had to leave for Fleet Street. She didn't tell her father, but just said to go shopping in a bookstore. Mr. Bennet felt that Mary was always calm and honest, and would not hide anything from him or make What is out of the ordinary, sometimes he would like this daughter to be less dignified and more lively. After all, a girl needs to be full of vigor to be more cute.

There are many newspaper offices and newspaper offices on Fleet Street, which can be regarded as the most developed place in London's journalism industry, and many authors come and go.Mary had wanted to see it for a long time, although she knew that her sex prevented her from entering the newspaper.

To be honest, because this prison is not a place for detaining repeat offenders, it is used as a debtor's prison because the conditions here are much better than the real prison. At least there are no rats, the room is empty, and the prisoners have no freedom.If they can pay off their debts, they can still restore their reputation and social status.

According to the jailer, even the king may be imprisoned here, as long as you are bankrupt and in debt.The biggest fear of members of royal families in Europe is not being disinherited, but being heavily in debt.Mary was wearing her dark brown suit, which was rated as grandma's level, and an outdated big hat.

Seeing her get down from the carriage, the jailer didn't even want to look at her.She went to the door and asked what happened to Mr. Benest, where he was being kept.

"Sir, I want to find Mr. Bennett Benest."

"He is no longer today, he went out early. Do you want me to leave a message for you?" The jailer's eyes looked at the sky, but his hands made a movement that everyone knew, as if as long as he didn't look, he could Act as no solicitation of bribes.

Mary took out a few pennies out of kindness, and the jailer curled his lips. He was really stingy. The woman who came to take Benest away this morning was much more generous than her. He said that such a beautiful boy would not be willing without a woman helpful.

"Please convey to him that Mary has visited him, and I will come back tomorrow." Mary, who was in a hurry, regretted that she hadn't sent a text message first to make an appointment, and she didn't know what was wrong. What happened to Mr. Ster came over in a hurry, probably because of the other party's visit when he was sick, and the small bouquet of wild flowers.

Besides, Mr. Benest, he has been left out by Mrs. Warren for more than half a month. He feels that he has no hope. He is going to start mortgage the field when he has a few remaining sentences in prison. His field is a limited inheritance and cannot be monopolized. It can be inherited by relatives, so he thought about mortgaging it to someone in exchange for some money.

Finally, a few days ago, Mrs. Warren wrote back, in which she reprimanded Mr. Benest for betraying her good intentions and abducting Miss Ebolon away. Mr. Sturt's stupid conscience is dissatisfied, and he also said that in today's society, morality is dead, and if you want to live, you have to give up your ridiculous dignity.Mr. Benest received Mrs. Warren's reply with mixed emotions. On the one hand, Mary did not reply for a long time, and he felt that he had been abandoned. He never cared about other women, but for Mary, he always cherished her love. A noble and righteous woman, she would not sit idly by the idea of ​​her own suffering, but the fact disappointed him greatly.He knew that Mrs. Warren had never been a good person, that she would not help herself without sufficient interest.But he had no choice, he had to try.

So just this morning, Mrs. Warren pulled Mr. Benest to a villa in the suburbs of London. This is a magnificent and exquisite villa. Secluded marble carvings and fountains.The servants are well-trained to advance and retreat politely, they will not look at the visiting guests at all, and they will show up when the guests need them.

When Mrs. Warren led him to the living room, the housekeeper said sternly that Mr. Benest could just go up, and Mrs. Warren could wait for the result in the living room.After finishing speaking, the housekeeper led Mr. Benest up the winding stairs to the door of a luxurious bedroom.

She knocked on the door, and an old woman's voice came from inside, serious and full of air. "Let that kid in."

The housekeeper pushed the door open, stepped back, and let Mr. Benest go in alone.Mr. Benest walked into the room nervously. He didn't think so naively that he came here just to chat with his wife, and he didn't need to sell anything.He was not prepared for this at all, and last night he knelt in front of the cross to confess his sins, but this did not alleviate his guilt in the slightest.

Passing through the gorgeous outer room, he stood in the small reception room, and the second door inside was the bedroom. The size of this suite was astonishing, and it didn't feel crowded at all when receiving three or five guests inside. woman in a black dress.

Her gray hair was combed meticulously, and her black dress looked very serious, no different from the widowed head of an ordinary family.But the only difference is her face. Although she is old, she doesn't look too old, and there is no kindness or seriousness in her expression. Although her face is not young, she doesn't have the twilight temperament of ordinary old people. On Mr. Benest's face, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"How old are you?" The old woman asked Mr. Benest directly without saying hello.

"25 years old, ma'am." Mr. Benest replied respectfully, his scalp numb from her naked gaze.

"Yes, not a bad age. Ms. Warren said you are a nobleman?" The old woman walked in slowly, and clasped Mr. Benest's chest with her wrinkled and age-spotted hands.

"Yes." Mr. Benest took a step back. He frowned, feeling that the eyes and movements of the lady in front of him were very disgusting.

"You are so handsome, sir." The old woman smiled inexplicably, like a satisfied expression when looking at something.

Just when Mr. Benest couldn't help but wanted to say goodbye, a boy wearing only shorts came out of the bedroom. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, blond, blue-eyed, fair and immature. He leaned against the door frame, speaking with Said mockingly: "Noble? This is really rare. Is this your new bed partner? He looks really old."

The old woman seemed to be dissatisfied for a moment, and then said sternly: "Go back to the room." Then Mr. Bennet was posted. "Don't pay attention to what he said, he's just a commoner who doesn't understand anything." She was very satisfied with this man. He was handsome, noble, pious, and stupid to control. He was tall and strong, not as pale as ordinary noble men , it seems that Mrs. Warren has made great efforts.

The old woman's hand touched Mr. Benest's face. After all, he suffered some hardships in prison, and became thinner and more angular.Mr. Bennet couldn't bear the humiliation of this Mrs. Sarina any longer. The contempt in his eyes almost turned into substance, and Mrs. Sarina's complexion sank as he looked at something dirty.

"What? Don't want to? Don't forget, if I don't help you, you'll have to go back to jail, and I'll tell Ms. Warren to leave you alone and rot in there."

Hearing this almost explicit threat, Mr. Benest held back his anger.Seeing that he didn't seem to be doing anything else, the old woman continued: "Think about it carefully, whether to rot in prison or follow me, I can give you everything, including my property, you know, I have no heirs, as long as you let me I am at ease, everything here can be yours."

Mr. Benest stared fiercely at the woman across from him. He was a gentleman all his life, never got angry and blushed with any lady, and respected each of them out of politeness.But he couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor in the face of this hideous old woman with dirty thoughts.He backed away with a smile and said, shaking his head, "You really disgust me. The most vicious banshee in hell can't be more disgusting than you. I can't accept your kindness and keep your property Go to hell and atone for your sins." After speaking, he turned and left, rejecting the deal in disguise.

Mrs. Warren who was sitting downstairs knew that something bad was going to happen when she saw him coming down angrily. She grabbed his collar and shouted angrily: "Are you crazy? Let me tell you, without me, you can only go back to the countryside to farm. "

Mr. Benest didn't care about the opponent's obstruction, and left in a hurry.Since it was in the suburbs, he had to pay to rent a carriage to go back, which made him even more annoyed.

After finally returning to the debtor’s prison before the jailer locked the door, he was stopped by a jailer. He said to Mr. Benest: “A lady named Mary came to see you today, but you have gone out. She asked me to wait a while. A message to you, she will come back tomorrow."

Mr. Benest was ashamed and regretful when he learned of this. How could he easily feel that Miss Mary had given up on him?She must have just learned about her recent situation. For some reason, his anger caused by the incident in the morning was swept away, and he became even more excited.