[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

Wei Lai and Lance looked at each other, and they both remembered the skirt incident when they first met.

Afterwards, Lanston Knightley compensated her with a piece of muslin cloth. Wei Lai knew nothing about fabrics or weaving, but he could feel that the quality of the cloth was very good, and the Bates family couldn't afford it anyway.Miss Bates thought it was a gift from Mr. Knightley, and enjoyed herself all day.

So, the little entanglement between her and Lance has been settled.

"Miss Fairfax, we meet again." Lance Amedeo greeted first and nodded politely.

Wei Lai also returned a salute: "Mr. Lance."

"Amedeo."

"what?"

"My name is Amedeo."

Wei Lai blushed: "Ah, Mr. Amedeo." She was the most confused about remembering the name, let alone such a surname that is not common to her.

Still, Lance didn't seem to mind that she didn't remember his name.

The two greeted each other politely, but were speechless.

Mr. Knightley was still chatting with people, Wei Lai had to wait, and the people next to him didn't have the slightest intention of socializing. They stood in the dark, holding a glass of wine, observing the situation in the living room time after time. everyone.He didn't seem to come to the party, just looking for a place to stay.

What's Lance's background?In her memory, there was no such character in the original "Emma".

When the two were embarrassed, Mr. Knightley's friend finally left.

Wei Lai came out of the darkness, "Mr. Knightley."

On this side, Wei Lai and Mr. Knightley chatted excitedly, trying to lead the topic to Emma, ​​and on the other side, Emma and Frank were also chatting about her.

Jane Fairfax caused a jolt in Highbury last week when she received a large square piano from Broadwood, London.Emma also heard about it. She had never seen what the new piano looked like, but according to Mrs. Cole's description, it was a beautiful piano, not expensive.

"Although both Miss Fairfax and Miss Bates said they were generous gifts from Colonel Campbell, I don't think it's that simple. Mr. Churchill, what do you think?" Emma blinked her eyes full of curiosity.

Frank smiled and nodded: "I agree with what you said, Miss Woodhouse, and I also find it strange why I didn't send it before."

Frank agreed with her, so Emma felt a little proud: "I guess one possibility, could it be Mrs. Dixon?"

"Oh? Mrs. Dixon. I'm not as perceptive as you, Miss Woodhouse, but I think it's probably Mrs. Dixon, too, when you put it that way."

Emma became more energetic: "Then let's expand the scope a little more. What if it's Mr. Dixon?"

Frank suddenly realized: "Miss Woodhouse, I have never seen a more careful observation than you. When I was in Weymouth, I once heard Mr. Dixon praise Miss Fairfax for her excellent piano playing." Well, but I haven't heard her play, so I think it may be from Mr. Dixon, but why?"

Emma completely regards Frank as a confidant, and tells all the words in her heart: "I think Mr. Dixon and Miss Fairfax have a crush on each other, maybe there is love between them, but Mr. Dixon can only Marry Miss Campbell. I heard that Miss Campbell's looks and talents are not outstanding. It is not surprising that Mr. Dixon will fall in love with Miss Fairfax who is superior in all aspects. Mr. Churchill, think about it, Fei Miss Elfax could have gone to Ireland with the Campbells to live a comfortable life, but she went back to Highbury to live a poor life. She said that going home to recuperate was just an excuse, not to mention that she fell ill when she came back. She was trying to avoid the Dixons. Of course, these are just my guesses."

"Miss Woodhouse, forgive me for not being able to find the right words to praise your observation. I am a simple-minded person, and I am far inferior to you in this respect. To be honest, I also think it is possible that you don't I know how much Mr. Dixon loves to hear her play." Frank's unabashed admiration and compliment filled Emma with joy.

At this point, the two of them didn't continue talking, as if they had finished talking.Mrs. Weston tugged Emma's sleeve lightly, motioning her to look back, Frank also turned to look, and both of them changed their expressions.

In the center of the living room near the window, Jane and Mr. Knightley were chatting, and they both laughed after they said something.

Emma and Frank stared at them blankly, perhaps aware of their gaze, Wei Lai and Mr. Knightley stopped and looked over.

In an instant, the eyes of the four met at one place.

Lance has never cared about things other than himself, but he remembers one thing about others clearly—the scene of Miss Fairfax and Mr. Churchill walking out of the apple grove in Donwell one after the other. Did not forget.

Originally, he didn't care about it, and it wasn't worth his time to think about men and women, but now...

Lance's eyes wandered among the four.

Mr Churchill, Mr Dixon, and now Knightley?The first two hapless gentlemen were out of his hands, but he would never allow her to lay her hand on Knightley.

Lance walked towards Knightley and heard Wei Lai say: "Mr. Knightley, I don't know anything else, but when it comes to observation, I am still very confident. It must be right. That's it, Mr. Knightley, I think Our conversation can be suspended for a while, my aunt has been alone for too long, I have to go and be with her."

Wei Lai left, Lance stood beside Knightley, looked in the direction Wei Lai left, and asked him, "What did Miss Fairfax talk to you about? You seem very happy."

He glanced at Knightley's expression.

Knightley seemed to have thought of something wonderful, and couldn't stop smiling: "It's nothing, just chat casually."

Who are you kidding?causal talk?Just chatting casually, can you laugh so coquettishly and angrily?

Lance felt that as a friend, he had an obligation to remind Knightley: "Knightley, I want to tell you..."

"Mr. Knightley, Mr. Amedeo." Before Lance could say anything, he was interrupted by Mr. Cole. Mr. Cole walked over with two elderly gentlemen, "Let me do this for the two Let me recommend you, this is..."

Is it time for you to come?

Forced into new social activities, Lance's words have no chance to get out.

Wei Lai told Mr. Knightley everything he could say, and successfully aroused his determination to pursue Emma actively. In this way, with Mr. Knightley intervening, it would not be so easy for Frank to lie to Emma again. .

She was immersed in the joy of "successfully preventing fraudsters from deceiving".

Miss Bates came over, not knowing what she was enjoying, but also in a good mood.

"Jane, what did you say to Mr. Knightley? Do you know how many people pay attention to you when you two get together to talk? Everyone is very happy that you can make more friends. Mrs. Cole said that it is a good social relationship." Your body is good." Miss Bates has another idea. Mr. Knightley is 37 this year, but he has not found a suitable candidate for marriage. A gentleman must have a happy family. If he can Wouldn't everyone be happy to marry Jane?

Wei Lai obviously didn't know about Miss Bates' small calculations, and he certainly wouldn't tell her what she had talked to Knightley about.

At the end of this large party, the noise that filled the whole night finally slowed down. The guests seemed to have finished talking for a year. They were tired, and the conversation gradually became quieter.

Lance finally escaped from Mr. Cole's clutches.

He loosened his tie and took a breath: "Mr. Cole is too eloquent. My father used to tell me that country squires are not good at communication because they are far away from the city. If my father is still alive, he should really come to see Vivian. Mr. Stone and Mr. Cole."

Seeing his helpless expression, Knightley was overjoyed: "Tonight, you, who are from London, have seen the enthusiasm of our Highbury."

"It's better to be calm."

The two laughed for a while, and Lance suddenly thought of the unfinished topic, and asked, "What did you talk to Miss Fairfax about?"

"Miss Fairfax?" Knightley was surprised. "Oh, I said nothing, just chat casually. Don't talk about me, talk about you. You often come to Highbury, don't you care about your newspaper office?" How is the newspaper sales? Is it profitable?"

Lance pursed his lips, unwilling to talk more: "That's it, you know, I have never been interested in newspapers and magazines, I want to sell the newspaper and go to Manchester to open a cotton mill. That's what interests me."

"But the newspaper was your father's brainchild."

"Yeah, that's why my mother and sister didn't agree with me selling the newspaper. The matter of going to Manchester has been delayed again and again. I even chose the location of the factory. The newspaper office is not doing well, and the sales of newspapers have not improved. If the newspaper doesn't make a move, I may be bankrupt and pauper in less than a year."

"You won't be able to start the cotton textile business for a while, so why don't you start a newspaper office first, and then sell it at a higher price, what do you think?"

Lance opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't say it, just nodded thoughtfully.

The living room became more and more quiet, so quiet that the sound of newspapers turning could be heard.

Hey……

newspaper?

The ladies gathered round Emma, ​​who was whispering to Mrs. Weston with a newspaper.

Lance glanced at the Daily Morning, good.

"I don't know how many newspapers there are in London. I never cared about these, but Mr. Cole buys a copy of the "Daily Morning News" every day. This is already his habit." Mrs. Cole raised her chin triumphantly, "I don't understand the political and economic news that Mr. Cole cares about, but I like to read the novels on the last page. I heard that novels are popular in London now. Miss Woodhouse, have you read The Adventures of Mr Jones? I think it is the best novel I have ever read."

"Of course, yes, it's wonderful." Emma was rarely confident, and few people in Highbury knew that she didn't like reading.

Out of the corner of the eye, she caught a glimpse of Jane standing aside, and she kicked the ball to her logically: "Miss Fairfax, have you read "The Adventures of Mr. Jones"?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wei Lai. If there was a sound effect for the eyes, it would be——shua!

Lance pricked up his ears.

"The Adventures of Mr. Jones" is a novel he personally selected and published after taking over the newspaper.

Wei Lai: ""The Adventures of Mr. Jones"? Sorry, no."