Georgiana returned to her room preoccupied, frowning and thinking as she stretched before bed. If you ask my brother, my brother is so proud, and it must be very painful to be uncovered in person. So ask Emma? Emma doesn't seem to know at all. Although her heart has been entangled, she didn't sleep all night last night, and she gradually fell asleep on the pillow.

Georgiana dimly saw Emma staring at her gently, and gently put her hand on her forehead to test the temperature: "Honey, are you still uncomfortable?" Georgiana felt aggrieved in a daze: "Uncomfortable." Emma brought over a bowl, "Taste this?" Georgiana wrinkled her nose, "I don't want to eat." Emma helped her up, scooped a spoonful and put it to her mouth: "Just take a bite and taste it." Georgiana barely took a bite and didn't feel sick to her stomach as she imagined: "It's sweet and sour, it's delicious." Emma laughed, "Then eat a little more." ”

Georgiana opened her eyes in bed. She seemed to know where the time she had neglected.

The deep shades of green lie on the gently undulating fields, stretching as far as the eye can see. A few small towns and villages dot the dots. Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of horses' hooves on the winding path. A few of the wandering sheep raised their heads, munched and casually glanced at the guests who had come from afar, then lowered their heads to continue enjoying the delicious and juicy pasture.

Mrs. Murray was not as calm as the grass sheep in her head, and had just returned from the ladies' afternoon tea party when she broke into her husband's study.

"My sir, I'm amazed that you can still write here at your leisure. Have you not heard that the most luxurious garden in the village is inhabited by a few guests from afar? I have heard that one of them is Lord Earl, and another is a gentleman who earns ten thousand pounds a year. Mrs. Stoker, on the prey that Mr. Stoke had a distant uncle who was a baron, had never taken us lightly. If these two distinguished gentlemen had invited the family to the ball, I would not have been able to raise my head when I saw her for years to come. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, my dear. I'm sure Mr. Stoker's family won't have been invited first. In fact, I had someone send me a message at noon, but it seems that a young lady is sick, and it is not appropriate to disturb me at this time. ”

It was Georgiana who fell ill.

Emma sat on the edge of the bed and watched the doctor prick Georgiana's fingertips to bleed and prescribe her a pungent potion, feeling a little toothache. If she had a choice, she would still like to live in the 21st century. Although she is a nobleman, she has comfortable food, clothing, and housing, but the level of productivity and technology cannot be bought by money. In this era, even if the royal family operated on it, it was "sticky numb", that is, it was directly knocked unconscious.

After a bit of tossing, Georgiana looked even weaker than when she first arrived. Emma brushed away her sweat-soaked curls on her forehead, wiped it gently with a handkerchief, and tested the temperature with her hands. The little angel rubbed Emma's soft palm in a daze. Emma's heart melted, and she looked at Georgiana with her face in her hands, and only withdrew lightly until she was breathing well and fell into a deep sleep.

Mr. Darcy was worried, but Georgiana was already fifteen years old, and it was inconvenient for him to keep watch in her bedroom all the time. Georgiana's room was close to the staircase, and Emma closed the door, and when she turned back, she saw Mr. Darcy in the downstairs parlour looking upstairs, a deep wrinkle between her brows, and her face full of worry.

Emma deliberately stepped down the stairs, a man like Mr. Darcy doesn't like to expose his vulnerability and worry to people. Mr. Darcy came back to his senses at the sound of footsteps, and his usual expressionless face was restored. "Miss Kentera. ”

Emma was a little distracted, genes are such a strange thing, and the proud and cold Mr. Darcy could have a shy and cute sister like Georgiana. "Georgiana is already asleep. After the doctor bled the blood, the body temperature dropped a little, and there was a little fever. The fresh air, warm sunshine and quiet surroundings in Cozwolds should get her better soon. Emma could probably guess that Mr. Dutsie blamed himself for not taking his frail sister on a long journey.

Emma's words did make Mr. Darcy's heart feel a little lighter, and he saw that Emma had a shadow under her eyes, and slowed his tone: "Thank you for taking care of Georgian, but now you need more rest yourself." ”

Emma's eyebrows crooked: "I'm a little thirsty, get down and drink a glass of water and go upstairs to rest." She wanted to go back to her room and go to bed, but when she saw that Mr. Darcy was very worried about Georgiana, she came down to comfort him, but she didn't let Mr. Darcy know about it.

Emma drank a glass of water and went back to her room to rest. Mr. Darcy sat for a while, still a little worried, and decided to go up again to see his sister.

In July, the temperature in the south of England was still very high, and in order to avoid Georgiana getting cold, the windows were closed tightly, and a thick quilt was added to the bed. Feeling thirsty in her sleep, Georgiana moved uncomfortably twice and opened her eyes. "Water"

The maid hurriedly turned around and went out. Mr. Darcy stopped her, pointing to the half glass of water on the table.

The maid explained, "That's what Miss Kentra used, and Miss Darcy just drank the medicine, and felt that the cup tasted, so let's take it out and wash it." ”

Mr. Darcy was stunned.

Although horse-drawn carriages are already quite a comfortable way to get around, the road conditions are terrible. No amount of luxury carriage can save a country road full of dirt and gravel. Emma sat in the carriage for a few days and felt that her whole person was about to fall apart. It was easy to reach the destination in the morning, and before she could rest for a while, Georgiana fell ill and took care of her for another day. Emma slept soundly and woke up in the morning.

After hurriedly washing up, Emma went to Georgiana's room first. Georgiana hadn't woken up yet, but her temperature had dropped and her face didn't look so haggard. Emma breathed a sigh of relief, she was also worried that the little angel was too weak and that the fever would turn into pneumonia.

As soon as she relaxed, Emma suddenly felt her stomach protest. Having not eaten much yesterday's lunch and slept through yesterday's dinner, Emma was so hungry that her eyes were glowing green. She barely managed to maintain her demeanor and walked downstairs, but was told that the two gentlemen had gone out early in the morning and had not returned.

This means that you can't eat for the time being. Emma had to ask the maid to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Breakfast wasn't ready yet, but there were some ready-made things, and the maid brought two shortbreads and a little cold meat.

Emma told the maid to step back, and just as she put a piece of shortbread in her mouth, George's voice came from outside the door: "I have never liked to come to the country for holidays, and I don't think it is as lively as the city." Even if there are more flowers and plants, there is nothing to see. When I came to Cotswolds, I felt that I should take back my assessment, and it was a great pleasure to ride a horse in such a beautiful green forest. ”

An unfamiliar male voice was full of flattery: "Everyone in Cozwolds will be proud to receive such praise from you." Although the countrymen here don't know what etiquette is, and it's not as bustling as your Yorkshire, the scenery is still good. ”

Emma almost didn't choke, and slapped her chest hard to swallow the shortbread stuck in her throat. If you don't come back sooner or later, you won't come back at this time. If it were just Mr. George and Mr. Darcy, she wouldn't have to care too much about her image in front of them, after all, her image would have been almost ruined in front of them_(:3ゝ∠)_ and they would have been considerate of her. Who knew that there would be guests in the morning, and if strangers saw her image of a dignified and elegant aristocratic lady, it would be ruined! It was too late to go upstairs, and Emma glanced left and right and saw no good cover, so she had to stuff the plate under her skirt.

"In a few days we can go hunting Emma?" called out to George, confused, his sister, who had his back to the door, and didn't know what to do.

Emma turned around when she heard the sound, and secretly stuffed the handkerchief that wiped the grease stains from the corners of her mouth into her sleeve, she was the dignified and elegant Miss Kentra again. "Brother, Mr. Darcy, may I ask who this is?"

The strange gentleman took off his hat and bowed down, revealing the top of his head, which had lost half of his hair: "The contemptible is Adam Stoke of Cotswolds, who is under the care of Count André as a priest in his district. ”

Emma smiled softly and reservedly, "Hello, Mr. Stoker. I'm Emma Kentera and George is my brother. ”

"It turned out to be Miss Kentera. Mr. Stocker exclaimed. "It's no wonder that I just saw your back from a distance and felt that I was outstanding. Cozwold was so remote that even the young ladies of the squires were not well educated, let alone the village women. In the past few years, my eyes have almost lost the ability to discern beauty, and your beautiful face and graceful manners have cleansed my eyes and soul. ”

Emma couldn't help but shudder. She could hear compliments almost every day as a young lady of the earl's house, but she still felt a little uncomfortable at the moment. "You've won a prize"

"No, it's never a compliment. I dare say you'd be hard-pressed to find a more beautiful lady than you in London. Only a woman like you, who is not only beautiful, elegant, and stylish, can she truly be called a qualified lady. Although I had to preach the Gospel of the Lord in this remote country for the past few years, my distant uncle was Baron Wall. I also studied in London, and even now I care about fashion, like the smell of this perfume you use. Pardon my rudeness. Mr. Stock's nose twitched. "Like cold meats and shortbread?"

Emma's cold sweat was about to come down.

Fortunately, Mr. Stoke immediately reversed his ridiculous conclusions. "I'm really sorry, I haven't had a cold recently and my nose isn't very comfortable, and I can't tell the smell a little. ”

No, no, no, you are modest, I have eaten a piece of cold meat and a shortbread in total, and there is a little bit hidden under the skirt, which can be smelled, and the nose is about to catch up with the police dog. Emma was afraid of revealing her stuffing, so she hurriedly cast a look at George for help.

Mr. Stoke is in his forties, and he and Emma are completely two generations, and when he compliments Emma, George does not take it to heart, but finds Mr. Stoke a little kind. When George was a gentleman, he was surrounded by many such people. But when Mr. Stoke tried to discern Emma's perfume, George's smiling face sank. When he laughs, he looks like the original ignorant gentleman, a little arrogant and frivolous, but overall he still looks approachable. Once the face is straightened, it looks particularly oppressive.

Mr. Stoker, not knowing that he was about to be angry with the Lord Earl, was bent on pleasing him, and he regretted that he could not discern the perfume at the crucial moment to praise Miss Kentera's taste sincerely, and instead praised Emma's dress. "Such a silky and delicate fabric must come from the mysterious East, a land rich in tea and gold."

"She doesn't care much about fashion, Emma, I have something to tell you. George unceremoniously interrupted Mr. Stoke and came over to take Emma away.

Emma was shocked, and her dantian was so angry that she made a thousand pounds. "No!" I appreciate your kindness, brother, but I asked you to take Mr. away instead of me.

George was puzzled, did his sister like to hear Mr. Stoker's lame compliments, "Why?"

Emma felt that the plate under her feet was about to be exposed, and quickly raised her hind legs slightly to adjust the angle. "I, I've been standing for so long, my feet are numb. Brother, don't you want to discuss hunting, go sit down on the sofa and talk about it, and I'll be over in a moment. ”

George didn't grasp what Emma meant, and reached out to hold her arm. "I'll help you to sit down on the couch. ”

"No, brother, the guests are still waiting aside, don't worry about me. Emma pinched George with her backhand. What about the most basic tacit understanding between brother and sister?

Mr. Darcy, who had been standing by without speaking, saw Emma's awkward movements and suddenly remembered the scene of that night. The same is true of him, who hides Emma under his coat, and tries to dismiss Mr. Butler while adjusting his posture to cover up. Mr. Darcy stops George, who is being pinched and confused. "Georgiana has been in this situation too, don't worry. We're all here for the first time, and Mr. Stoke is very familiar with Cozwold, so why don't we go to the parlor and sit down and listen to what he has to say about hunting?"

After Philip's incident, Mr. Darcy and George became much closer, but George had never seen Mr. Darcy so gentle and humble in tone, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. "Ah, that's right"

Mr. Stoke was flattered to see that Mr. Darcy, who had always been cold, took the initiative to inquire about his proposal. "I'm too familiar to say this, but I've been here for eight years and I still know a little bit about Cozwold. ”

Mr. Darcy listened as he walked inside. George and Mr. Stoke naturally followed him to the couch.

Sure enough, at the critical moment, it depends on the male god! Emma gave Mr. Darcy 233 likes in her heart, and carefully moved it outward with her foot holding the plate.

Mr. Darcy received Emma's grateful look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl. Before that perilous rainy night, Mr. Darcy had little impression of Miss Kentera. When Emma went to Bloomberg for help, she did almost everything in an area that he could not tolerate. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that Emma could not be called a lady at all. But because Emma's situation was so special, Mr. Darcy couldn't accept it, but it was understandable, and gradually he got used to it. Until now, when Emma's predicament was discovered, Mr. Darcy's first reaction was not "How can this be true!", but "How can I help her cover up the past?". But Mr. Darcy was not aware of this dangerous change at this time.

After breakfast, the doctor came to check on Georgiana again and concluded that she was fine, but she was on bed rest for two days.

Georgiana couldn't hide her disappointment, but she lay down obediently. Emma knew that Georgiana rarely came out, and it was easy to come out to play once and she fell ill and needed to recuperate, so she was definitely not happy. "I'll read to you. Shall we go out for a picnic when you are better the day after tomorrow?" My brother came back and told me that there was a big beech tree on the hillside not far away, and the surrounding grass was full of cornflowers. ”

"Good. Georgiana imagined it for a moment, her eyes sparkling. "Can I listen to novels? I'm talking about the kind of novels that are serialized in newspapers. My brother doesn't like me because it's a bit of a show, but I still want to see it."

Emma held up her hand and kissed it gently. "Your will is the edge of my sword. ”

Georgiana giggled in amusement, and inexplicably felt a little shy.

Nowadays, the British newspaper industry is very developed, and although Cozwold is a little more remote, there are still some local newspapers that sell, but they don't know how to sell them. Emma called the maid who was sweeping the floor and asked, "Is the Cozwold newspaper sold at a fixed point or is it sold at regular times?"

Emma was pleasantly surprised by the maid's answer. "Mr. Kentra has ordered a few newspapers, and today's newspaper has just been delivered downstairs, which one would you like to see? I'll pick it up and deliver it to your room. ”

Emma didn't let the maid pick it up, she didn't know what kind of newspaper had a novel that Georgiana liked, and decided to look through it herself.

After Mr. Stoker's rambling farewell, Mr. Darcy was a little dizzy from the gushing compliments, and wanted to read a newspaper to calm down. As soon as I picked up the newspaper on the table, I heard Emma's voice behind me. "Mr. Darcy. ”

It was obviously rude to speak with the newspaper in his hand, and Mr. Darcy put it down and turned around. "Miss Kentera. ”

Emma was a little embarrassed to remember what had happened in the morning, but felt the need to thank Mr. Darcy for his help. "Morning, thank you" She looked up at Mr. Darcy, who looked at her with a blank face, and Emma felt a little weak, so she summoned the facts. "I was a little hungry in the morning, so I got some shortbread and cold meat, but my brother and you and Mr. Stoke just came in," she was too embarrassed to say about the plot of stuffing something under her skirt.

Emma didn't need to go on, Mr. Darcy already knew what was going on. He thought with a calm face, this is so unusual, a young lady should do such a thing, I should sternly inform her that this is inappropriate behavior. But in fact, he spoke in a soft tone that surprised himself. "Next time you should ask the maid to bring something to your bedroom. ”

Emma was ready to be trained, but she didn't expect Mr. Darcy to be so understanding, and nodded movingly: "I must remember that I will never make such a mistake again." "Who said that my male god is indifferent and unkind?

Mr. Darcy felt that his attitude was a little wrong, but when he thought of the water cup yesterday, he couldn't say anything stern, so he had to change the subject. "Do you want to read the newspaper?"

Emma nodded. "Are there any newspapers that are not so strict?"

Mr. Darcy had never read a newspaper that was not so strict, and handed Emma all the newspapers at hand for her to choose.

"Thank you," Emma held out her hand, retracting it again. "Which newspaper would you like to read? I'm just passing the time, just pick one. "Mr. Darcy has a plan to do everything and tries to be organized, and maybe he will not feel comfortable not reading a fixed newspaper.

"No, no, I'll watch them all. Mr. Darcy caught a glimpse of the contents of the top newspaper, and immediately took them back.

"See them all?" Emma raised an eyebrow. "Do you like to see all of this?"

Mr. Darcy's ears turned red with shame. "No, yes, yes, I like to watch both. You can go to the study to find a few books to pass the time. ”

Emma gave Mr. Darcy a blank look. "Okay. ”

Mr. Darcy hurried back to the bedroom with a stack of newspapers. After his back disappeared, Emma covered her mouth and smiled and collapsed on the couch. She hadn't read the newspaper clearly, but when Mr. Darcy took it back, she knew what was going on, and George must have ordered some vulgar tabloids. But it was interesting to see Mr. Darcy's reaction, and she couldn't help but tease him for a moment.

It took a while to stop laughing, Emma deeply criticized her behavior on the way to the study, and was too disrespectful to Mr. Darcy, who was a benefactor and male god, and she must hold back next time.