[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

When Lance was very young, his father was sick in bed, and his mother was in charge of the house. Mrs. Amedeo thus developed a character of one-sidedness. She was used to giving orders and could not listen to any objection.

In Lance's childhood memories, his mother was majestic and his father was kind. He knew that his mother worked hard to support the family. No matter how domineering she was, Lance seldom confronted her. But in the past two years, he could not bear it more and more. down.

"Dear mother, anyway, it's not the first time you've been disappointed in me. I think you should get used to not expecting me." Lance sat on the sofa and finished his drink under Mrs. Amedeo's majestic gaze. After drinking a cup of tea, I spoke slowly again, "You said that Mrs. Kingsley and Ms. Kingsley may come at any time. Did they give us a specific time? Did they send us a letter in advance saying that they would come in the morning or in the afternoon? We have the initiative Invite them?"

Lance spread his hands: "Neither. Since there is none, why should I wait at home for nothing? To sacrifice my social time and work time for them? Delay me from making money? Dear mother, I need to remind you that this house I was almost taken away by the bank a month ago. If I don’t hurry up to make money, would the bankrupt Earl Kingsley be willing to marry his daughter to me? Isn’t he just trying to marry his daughter off for money? In other words, if I don't have attractive assets, do you think your merchant's son can marry a noble lady?"

The sarcasm in Lance's words surprised Mrs. Amedeo, and her heart turned cold. She fell back on the sofa and felt a headache while pressing her temples.

"How can you say such things to your mother! Lance, you... I am doing it for your own good, for the good of the Amedeo family! How many people want to marry the daughter of Earl Kingsley's family? No, I won this good opportunity for you, if you don't cherish it, you still blame me!"

"I didn't blame you. You misunderstood. You are my mother who supported this family in the most difficult time. How could I blame you?" Lance poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Mrs. Amedeo. "But I have to tell you that I don't like Miss Kingsley. She can be my friend, but she cannot be my wife."

Mrs. Amedeo frowned, with a fierce look on her face: "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

bang-

With a wave of her hand, the tea cup in Lance's hand was smashed to the ground, and the hot tea splashed on his trouser legs.

"Mom, what happened?" There were footsteps on the stairs, and Miss Amedeo was about to fall asleep when she heard movement downstairs again.She asked the servant to clean up the teacup fragments quickly so as not to hurt anyone.

The atmosphere in the living room was extremely serious, and the servant picked up the fragments lightly, for fear of offending the master by making a sound.Miss Amedeo walked up to her mother and spoke softly to comfort her. Mrs. Amedeo's face gradually softened.

"Lance, what did you tell mom? Why don't you apologize soon?" Miss Amedeo gave her brother a look, signaling him to give in first.

Mrs. Amedeo snorted angrily: "There is no need to apologize. You are my son. I know your character best. Do I still care about my son? You said you don't like Miss Kingsley, That is because you refused to contact her. Your sister and I have carefully investigated for you. Miss Kingsley is excellent in character and talent, and everyone in the social circle in London praises her. I am still worried that she will marry I was wronged for you. Miss Kingsley has taken a fancy to you among so many suitors. You don't cherish her and say you don't like her. I'm really glad you're not at home tonight, otherwise Miss Kingsley How sad it would be."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Lance and saw that he was still indifferent. She knew that he hadn't figured it out yet. Since she didn't have enough contact, she should find a chance to contact him.

"There will be a flower show in London the day after tomorrow. I have already made an appointment with Mrs. Kingsley. You must go then."

Miss Amedeo was afraid that what Lance would say would offend her mother, so she agreed to him before he could speak, and persuaded her to go back to the room, and Miss Amedeo came out when she fell asleep.

Lance lit two candles, heard a knock, and Miss Amedeo opened the door of the study.

"I knew you were here."

Lance smiled: "Come in."

Miss Amedeo slumped on the chair exhaustedly, without the usual ladylike appearance: "Lance, you shouldn't quarrel with your mother tonight. Her health is even worse. Dr. Luke came the day before yesterday. Give her a physical examination and tell me personally that my mother's heart can't stand stimulation, and she can't hear any noise at ordinary times, and you still quarrel with her, it's too wrong."

Lance calmed down for a while and felt that he shouldn't quarrel with her: "Is mother's illness serious? What kind of medicine do I need? What kind of supplements?"

Miss Amedeo laughed at him: "It seems that you are still worried. I thought you were hard-hearted. She doesn't need any medicine or good supplements, as long as you don't anger her. The flower show the day after tomorrow You will go, if you don't go, no matter how much medicine my mother takes, it won't work."

"You've said that, do I still have room to object?"

The two siblings smiled, and there was a bit of poignant helplessness in their smiles.

Miss Amedeo said: "Actually, I can understand my mother. If the viscount's son hadn't died at sea, she wouldn't have married her father. His father was only healthy for a few days when he was alive. She was under too much pressure. Yes, she has to take care of us, dad, and help dad manage the newspaper, so I can understand how she is being so domineering now, really, Lance, you should understand too. Oh, yes, Jonas Meyer Has Mr. Er's new work arrived?"

The only thing that bothered him more than his mother's forcible match between him and Miss Kingsley was this Mr. Mayer.

"He has disappeared. I think he feels that he is famous. Other newspapers will find him and give him a higher salary. He will not write for the "Daily Morning Post" anymore."

"What can I do? Have you written to him?"

"Write a letter?" Lance raised his eyebrows, "Why did you write to him specifically? "Daily Morning News" never takes the initiative to write letters to the author to remind the author. This is different from other newspapers. It will not break the principle for him. Besides No, there is one less Mayer, I can still find a second Mayer, he can't threaten the newspaper. Okay, sister, don't tell me about work at home, I am busy enough at the newspaper .”

Miss Amedeo laughed and said, "What did you enjoy at today's party?"

"Happy..." Lance was taken aback for a moment, "Of course I'm happy."

Miss Amedeo looked at him eagerly, waiting for his answer. She didn't know what Lance thought of, her eyes softened, and she smiled slightly.

"Lance?" She patted his hand.

Lance came back to his senses in a flash, and he responded. His eyes were so serious that Miss Amedeo thought that he would say something important in the next second.

"I'm in love with a young lady."

"What!" Miss Amedeo exclaimed. She suspected that she had heard wrong, and before she had time to ask, Lance had already walked out.

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Life in London is quiet, beautiful, and boring.

Wei Lai understood this deeply.If there is no ball, the daily life consists of chatting with Mrs. Dixon and Mrs. Campbell, watching them do their needlework, or watching Mrs. Dixon play a piece of music after dinner, and the day is over, and then before nine o'clock. go to bed.

She finally understood why some families can have a litter of children and have so much time, how can they pass the time without doing something they love! ?

Wei Lai originally wanted to use this time to complete the unfinished manuscript, but it took a long time after writing half of it last time. Now he can't get back the feeling. He tried to write several times and was not satisfied, so he had to scrap this one. draft rewrite.

As soon as she started, she was stopped by Mrs. Dixon, who said that London held a flower exhibition, and flowers and plants from all over the country and the world could be seen at this exhibition, and the couple wanted to take Wei Lai to see it.

"Jane, I'm going back to Ireland soon, and you can't put me off by saying you don't want to disturb me and Mr. Dixon. I asked, and Mr. Dixon would be happy for you to come with us, even if you I will refute all other excuses, anyway, you must go."

It was the first day of this year's Flower Show and half the city of London was there.

Wei Lai and Dixon got out of the carriage one street away from the flower exhibition, because the road ahead was blocked by people who came to see the exhibition, not to mention the carriage, not even a horse could get stuck in it.

The venue is divided into seven parts by tall palm plants, and visitors walk among the flowers and plants.

Mrs. Dixon seemed more excited than usual: "I think it's a great idea to gather all the flowers and plants of the country in London, Jane, what do you think? It seems that the plants of the whole world are here. This makes me more reluctant Get out of London."

"Honey, I can assure you that Ireland also has these beautiful plants." Mr. Dixon held his wife's hand tightly and kissed it lightly on his lips.

Wei Lai devoted all her attention to the flower show, trying not to be a blinding light bulb.

The flower show looks big, but after walking around, you can see a lot of repeated flowers and plants, and it took a total of one hour.The Dixons looked fresh at the beginning, but it was boring to wander around the back, so they didn't plan to stay for a long time, and wanted to go out as soon as there were not too many people.

However, when they went out, others also went out, and a group of new tourists just happened to squeeze in. One party couldn't get out, and the other party couldn't get in.In another world, Wei Lai once again felt the feeling of squeezing the subway in the morning.

Wei Lai held Mrs. Dixon's hand tightly, and her whole body was squeezed into a pancake. She finally saw the exit. Suddenly, her right ankle felt a sharp pain, and someone's foot stepped on her ankle. .

Wei Lai found out that his right ankle was swollen after he squeezed out as if he had escaped from the sky.

Mrs. Dixon's eyes turned red with fright: "What can I do? It hurts, my God."

It was really painful, Wei Lai wanted to comfort her, but he could only smile.

The Dixons each supported her and walked towards the place where the carriage was parked. They didn't realize until they got there step by step that the horse pulling the carriage was limping.

Without a carriage, let alone Wei Lai's injured foot, he couldn't walk, even if Mrs. Dixon's feet were intact, she would not want to walk home.But they had no other choice, and there was no place to rent a carriage near by.

Wei Lai suggested: "Why don't you put me here, and go ahead to find out if there is anyone who rents a horse or carriage, and come pick me up when you rent one."

Mrs. Dixon disagreed: "There are so many people here, how can I feel at ease if you are left here alone, Nicholas, you go, Jane and I are waiting for you here."

While discussing, Wei Lai saw a familiar person approaching from the opposite side.

"Miss Fairfax, you come to the flower show, too," Lance said.