[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

Jane and Elizabeth were a little embarrassed sitting next to each other. Maybe the old couple thought they couldn't understand French, so they didn't lower their volume, but it didn't seem very good to sit here and listen to people talking about their private affairs.

Fortunately, Lydia came to the rescue in time. She had finished feeding the pigeons, and now she was so happy that she blushed and ran over, "Jane~ Liz~ Let's go to the sculpture, shall we?"

"Okay."

"Of course."

Jane and Elizabeth stood up immediately. They straightened out the folds of their skirts and walked towards Lydia as if nothing had happened. After walking ten steps away, they suddenly breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then looked at each other, feeling amused again.

"What are you two laughing at?" Lydia deeply suspected that the two sisters were laughing at herself.

"Laughing at you." Sure enough, Elizabeth said that, she reached out and took a feather from Lydia's hat, "See what this is?"

"It's just a feather." Lydia pouted, and took out a small iron box from her handbag. Inside were two wet handkerchiefs. She took one out and wiped her hands before putting on the gloves.And then she realizes, well, her hands are pretty dirty...shouldn't have touched the pigeons just now. _(:з」∠)_

"I think you should be thankful that it's just feathers, not other...indecent things." Elizabeth clapped her hands and said.

"Hey... shut up, it's disgusting."

In fact, there are quite a lot of such indecent things on the ground, but if this thing falls on Lydia... she probably would have gone crazy, let alone think the pigeon is cute.

After visiting Trafalgar Square for a while, Jane and her sisters went shopping in the nearby commercial street for more than an hour. After having a simple lunch in a restaurant, they went shopping for another half an hour before going back.

After returning home and resting on the bed, Jane suddenly remembered that the old French couple she met this morning...why do their names sound so familiar?Haha, it's a coincidence.

In fact, what Jane remembered was another thing. When she came to London at the age of 13, there was a famous writer in London named "Dickens", who was still alive at that time (now dead), and she saw a French book in a bookstore. The version of "Les Miserables", but I regretted missing it because I didn't have money at the time... What's going on?

This... seems to be a frightening thing to think about carefully. Jane feels that she is probably too tired and a little confused. How can there be such a thing as the author and the characters in the novel coexisting in this world?Could it be that she might meet a Miss Austin with the same name as her in the future?Or a Sir Doyle?

Haha, this is too scary, right?Jane immediately decided not to delve into this question any more, and kept it deeply at the bottom of her mind, never to dig it out.

Life is alive, it is rare to be confused.

Jane took Mycroft's pillow and pressed it on her head, squirmed into the quilt, and fell asleep.

It rained heavily in the next few days, and the streets outside became muddy, even the cobblestone roads were not spared, so the three sisters had to suspend their outings.

After seeing different scenery in the past few days, Elizabeth suddenly had an inspiration, and she borrowed Jane's small study room to start writing and sketching.Lydia felt bored, she asked Jane for a piece of cloth, and embroidered to pass the time.

Jane waited for the news she wanted, and Mr. Holmes finally decided to give Jane a chance. He wanted to have a face-to-face conversation with Jane. The place was not Holmes' old house, but a friend's office in London.

Not to mention the heavy rain, Jane will arrive on time even if there is a knife.

Jane did not go with the maid that day, but chose to go to the place Mr. Holmes said by herself with the documents.She also specially wore a green dress, which made her look more energetic.

After getting out of the carriage, Jane stood on the steps, put away her umbrella and knocked on the door. The boy who answered the door looked confused for a moment when he saw her, but soon thought of something.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Holmes." Jane said to the boy through the veil.

"It's Mrs. Holmes, please come in. Mr. Raymond has already said, please go to him directly when you come." The boy took Jane's umbrella and put it in the bucket in the corner, and said to her.

"Mr. Raymond?"

"This is Mr. Raymond's office, don't you know?"

"Ah, but it's not him I'm dating."

"Yes, Mr. Holmes is waiting for you too."

Well, Jane went up the stairs to the second floor, which should have been a residential building before, but it was used by this Mr. Raymond as an office.The walls are brightly wallpapered, but the corridors and stairs are bare and simple.

"Here you are, Jane." It was Mr. Holmes who opened the door. "Come in."

"Hello, Charles." Jane walked into the room, took off her veil and gloves, and looked around the room.

The style of the room is very similar to that of the corridor. There are no extra decorations, only light green wallpaper, which seems to brighten the room.There is a row of bookshelves against the wall, inside which are many thick and thin books and folders, and there are drawers and cabinets under the bookshelves, all of which are locked.

In another corner stands a standing tea cabinet with a tea set, but apparently rarely used.

In front of the bookshelf is a large desk with nothing on it except paper, pen and ink.There was a high-backed chair behind the table, and two chairs in front, probably for guests, and it was uncomfortable to sit on.

There were also three guest chairs by the window, and a man with a belly like an August pregnant woman was sitting on one of them. His head was as bare as an egg, with only a handful of ears extending to the back of his head... It seems that I can't get past the "ten British men and eight bald" stalks.

Jian Qing is happy that the genes of the Holmes family are still very strong. At least Mr. Holmes can still comb his hair back. Although his hair becomes thinner as he gets older, the hairline still stubbornly stays where it is.

The fat man sat by the window looking at a document, and ignored Jane as if he was not in the room.

The decoration style of the entire room is commonly known as "the sex is so cold and cold". To put it bluntly, guests are not welcome to stay for a long time.

However, there is a door on the other side of the room. Jane can infer from the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol on Mr. Holmes, as well as the creases on his trousers. Behind that door is a comfortable sitting chair. Small room with armchairs smoking, drinking and chatting.

Jane looked at Mr. Holmes, and Holmes pointed to the chair in front of the table, "Please sit down, Jane. Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce, this is Mr. Ernest Raymond, he is my friend , this office is his."

Jane looked at this Mr. Raymond, but this Mr. Raymond ignored her at all, and even ignored Mr. Holmes, and still sat there looking at his endless pages of documents.

Jane looked at Mr. Holmes again, and Mr. Holmes hooked his lips in embarrassment, and gave Jane a "leave him alone" look.

Concise and concise, imitating the posture of Mr. Raymond himself, completely pretending that there is no such person in this room.

"I have carefully read the plan you wrote, Jane, it is very innovative." Mr. Holmes coughed with his fists clenched, and looked at Mr. Raymond.

Mr. Raymond, who pretended to be looking at the documents but actually kept paying attention to this side, stood up, slapped the documents in his hand on the table angrily, looked at Jane deliberately and said loudly: "This world has really changed, the young lady actually It's outrageous to dream of doing business. Women just drink tea at home and embroider belts and take care of their children. Women should do what women should do, what do you think, Charles?" After finishing speaking, he still asked He deliberately looked at Jane, making it clear that he was talking about her.

Mr. Holmes was noncommittal. He leaned back on the chair with a blank expression, his hands resting on the armrests, his eyes drooped slightly, as if he planned to stay out of the matter, but when Mr. Raymond didn't pay attention, his eyelids were quickly raised towards Jane, as if What hints are you giving her.

"Are you afraid, Mr. Raymond?" Jane straightened her waist and looked straight at Mr. Raymond.

Although the eldest daughter of Bennet's family has been recognized as a gentle and beautiful girl since she was a child, only the people in the Bennet family know that when Jane looks at you with her light-colored eyes... Actually It's quite scary.

"What, what?" Mr. Raymond was taken aback by Jane's aura.

"You heard what I said, I said you were afraid, you were afraid of me, Jane Holmes, this young woman you despise, will take your place, Mr. Ernest Raymond, General Manager of G&H Company." Jane Seizing the opportunity, without giving Mr. Raymond time to react, she moved her lips slightly, spit out a series of words quickly and clearly, her eyes were indifferent and confident, as if things were exactly as she said.

It took Mr. Raymond three seconds to realize what Jane said. He was so angry that he couldn't think of which sentence to refute for a while, but he blurted out: "How do you know that I am the president of G&H Company?" Manager? Wait..." He turned his head, "Charles, you told her?"

"of course not."

"Of course not, but it's not a difficult thing to know." Jane thought that Charles would meet in a place she had never heard of, wouldn't it be normal to ask a casual question?Why did it seem to be something rare in the mouth of this Mr. Raymond.

It's not that Jane has any opinion on Mr. Raymond, it's just that Mr. Holmes can only be regarded as a private property if he wants to open a toy company, and it's his own business whether to let Jane become the general manager.After all, it was a business matter, and it was very inconvenient for Jane's family to go to Sherlock Holmes' house, and Mycroft had to ask for leave to accompany her. At most, he borrowed Mr. Raymond's office.

But this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Raymond himself. What kind of fun are you, old man, joining in for?

The author has something to say: Jane: Different world, same discrimination.