[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Aware of Mr. Holmes' subtle thoughtfulness, Lydia smiled brightly, sweetly, with the innocence that should be expected at her age.

Diluted her own maturity beyond her own age.

In the bright candlelight of the ball, Lydia was very beautiful.

If it was another man looking at Lydia now, maybe he would say that Lydia's smile was as beautiful as a painting.

It's a pity that only Mr. Holmes stood in front of Lydia. The only feedback from this gentleman was the slightly raised corners of his mouth and softened eyes.

What should be said has been said, and what should be returned has not been returned.

Mr. Holmes is going to leave the ball, anyway, the purpose of his coming here is to return things.

This time it was Lydia who stopped him.

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes, in every way. I don't know how I should give back."

"not necessary"

He simply refused, and Mr. Holmes walked past the lively dance crowd, and his thin and tall figure disappeared in front of Lydia's eyes.

..............................

Waiting is always a bit boring, and Lydia can't just leave like Mr. Holmes, after all, she came to spread rumors with Mr. Earl.

Waiting and waiting, Lydia did not wait for Mr. Earl, but instead waited for a person that Lydia did not expect.

It was a handsome young man who came and bowed gentlemanly to Lydia.

Lydia quickly stood up and returned the salute.

This man should be unfamiliar to Lydia, because Lydia should have never seen him.

But in fact, Lydia happened to know him, and knew that he could represent the Earl.

"Miss Lydia, hello, I came here instead of the earl, it's very presumptuous, I hope you will forgive me."

A very sincere apology from the visitor.

"Mr. Martin, nice to meet you."

Lydia didn't ask the other party to introduce herself. Since he directly called her name, she should also know the other party.

Mr. Martin looked at Lydia a few more times in surprise. He didn't expect Lydia to know him.

Of course he knew that the young woman in front of him was not simple, and he had no intention of underestimating Lydia.

Now, he dared not despise her even more.

"Mr. Martin is surprised that I know you? I don't know what is your order to come to me now?"

Lydia's original smile has disappeared, and now she is in a serious business posture, mature and steady with a sense of oppression.

"Miss Lydia is really not simple. I'm here to help the Earl convey the message. There is no need for additional conditions. You can send a manager or lawyer to sign the contract tomorrow. It is a great honor to cooperate with Miss Lydia."

Mr. Martin smiled. As the more powerful party, he didn't need to show his abilities like Lydia, but just expressed his thoughts peacefully.

"Thank you for conveying, then please reply to the Earl for me. It is a great honor to reach a contract. I hope we can cooperate happily. In addition, I will not continue to participate in the dance, and I will leave early. Please forgive me."

Lydia didn't appear happy or unhappy, she directly accepted Mr. Martin's words, and even greeted her early departure.

"I'll pass on, Miss Lydia."

Mr. Martin nodded in understanding.

At the same time, he was also feeling in his heart that this young lady was straightforward, and his mood was complicated, because the earl's original request for Lydia was also because of himself...

"Good-bye, then, Mr. Martin."

Lydia nodded and knelt, saying that she would not stay at the ball any longer.

"Goodbye, Miss Lydia."

Mr. Martin did not detect the hesitation in his own words.

Lydia turned, intending to avoid the crowd and leave the ball.

While walking past Mr. Martin, he stopped because of his question.

"Miss Lydia, don't you believe my words without confirming with the count?"

Mr. Martin finally inquired before Lydia left.

"No, I believe Mr. Martin meant the Earl. Good-bye, then."

Lydia gave Mr. Martin a business smile and left.

Leaving Mr. Martin standing there thoughtfully.

..............................

At noon three days after the ball, Lydia was already on the carriage home.

Mrs. Smith was very happy to see Lydia, and her spirits improved accordingly.

"Lydia, it seems that you are very happy about cooperating with the earl without being required to fulfill the original conditions, or is it because you can go home that you are willing to return?"

"It's all, but there are other things that make me feel good."

Lydia gave Mrs. Smith a big smile back.

"What is it?"

Mrs. Smith was melted by Lydia's smile. She was really relieved that a child like her own daughter was so happy.

"secret!"

Lydia refused to say it, but rolled her eyes and smiled playfully. She looked like a kitten who had stolen a small dried fish, cunning and cute.

..............................

It was Mr. Holmes who returned to 221b like the wind that made Lydia so happy after the small dried fish was stolen.

Dr. Watson, who was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, only saw a black figure rush in, threw down two beautifully packaged boxes, and threw himself on the sofa.

"I say, Sherlock, what's the matter with you? If tables and sofas can protest, they will complain about your rude treatment. Oh, and poor poor Mrs. Hudson's door."

Watson continued to drink his coffee calmly.

Mr. Holmes, who looked the same as usual, except that the air pressure was a little low and the corners of his mouth tensed, did not answer.

"You're a little strange. You're not happy to receive the gift. Looking at the gift box, tsk tsk, have you gone to Bond Street?"

Dr. Watson put the coffee cup in his hand, and looked closely at the box Holmes dropped with great interest.

"how do you know?"

This time it was Holmes' turn to be surprised. He was not surprised to see where John had gone, but it was a little strange for John to see his whereabouts.

"How do I know? What's so difficult about it? It says on the box, Mrs. Henry's Clothing Store, tsk tsk, it's a famous store on Bond Street, it's not ordinary expensive."

Watson pointed to the shop sign in the corner of the box. It was a rare opportunity for him to despise Sherlock Holmes, so he looked at his roommate with a half-smile.

"Okay, but that's not what I bought."

Holmes didn't know this store, and his clothes were still taken care of by his family, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Of course I know you didn't buy it. Do you mind if I open it?"

Watson once again despised Sherlock for a moment. How could the detective who rented 221b with him have the spare money to buy clothes from Mrs. Henry's house.

Sherlock would not choose to buy clothes even if he had money, Watson added in his heart.

"Look, anyway, I don't know when I can return the clothes."

Mr. Holmes got up and went to pour himself coffee.

Just as he reached out to lift the lid of the gift box, Watson suddenly realized something.

"You haven't opened it yet, have you?"

"No."

Holmes returned with his coffee and answered simply.

"Uh... You should come, after all, it's a gift for you. But speaking of it, which client is so generous?"

Hearing Holmes's answer, Watson withdrew his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Holmes.

"Not a client."

Putting down the cup, which had been empty of coffee, Holmes opened the top of the two gift boxes.

Open the box, and on the backing paper is a card, handwritten in cursive:

Dear Mr. Holmes:

Thank you!

This is a thank you gift.

Inside the box are men's casual clothes that are popular recently, I hope you like them.

It was not signed, but of course Holmes knew whose note it was.

Put the card aside, open the backing paper, inside and out is a complete set of clothes, not gorgeous, but exquisite men's clothing for daily wear, with calm and classic colors.

Pushing this box to Watson, who was standing on the sidelines, Holmes opened another box.

On the backing paper is still a card, with familiar handwritten cursive words:

Dear Mr. Holmes:

One uniform can't express all my gratitude.

This is a party dress, hope you like it.

Still no signature.

Sherlock put this card together with the previous one, and opened the backing paper in this box.

Sure enough, it was a gorgeous dinner men's clothing, but it was not frivolous, and looked calm and heavy.

Aiming at the content of the card, after all, it was placed in a conspicuous place, and Watson could see it clearly.

"The gift giver satirized your dressing taste by the way. If you can give me clothes from Mrs. Henry's family in this way, please satirize me too."

Watson jokingly placed the two boxes side by side in front of Holmes.

As for Mr. Holmes, he finally understood why there was only a bead chain, and that Mrs. Henry made him wait until today.

Just to give him these two boxes, and then make him want to return the things, there is no way.

Of course Mrs. Henry refused to take it back.

So our detective Sherlock Holmes called the boys of Baker Street Squad and asked them to inquire about Miss Lydia Bennet's residence.

Mr. Holmes, holding the box, went to Lydia's house in London again.

The porter informed Mr. Holmes:

"Our lady has already gone home, and she is leaving today. Do you want to return the things? We can't do this."

Just like that, Mr. Holmes went back to Baker Street with the box in his arms.

Mr. Holmes's busyness was expected by Lydia, which was why she was so happy.

The Baker Street team and those who followed Mr. Holmes were stunned. They came to an unmarried lady's house after inquiring about her residence. It wasn't because of the case. Mr. Holmes was just in love?

Unlike other people who only dared to gossip secretly, Detective Holmes' elder brother, Mycroft Holmes, had no such scruples. He mentioned this matter in a letter to his parents and explained the whole story in detail.

The good brother who nested in the Diogenes Club reported the good news about his younger brother, but he didn't know if the good brother would accept it.

At the same time, Lydia Bennet's biography was sent to the table of Mycroft Holmes.