The rain was pouring down, and the night was drowned behind a white curtain of rain. There was silence at Bloombury Manor, and the gatekeeper nodded grogily, struggling to keep the last bit of consciousness. The candlelight in the master bedroom had long since been extinguished, and only the fireplace shimmered with a dying dark red glow.

"Da-da, da-da. Georgiana woke up and fumbled to light a candle. There was no one around, and there was silence. Georgiana breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't sleep.

"Da-da, da-da. The sound of horses' hooves, which had haunted the dream, reappeared, and became clearer and clearer. Georgiana finally felt that something was wrong and got up and leaned over to the window. Suddenly, a bright white lightning bolt pierced the night sky, and a "boom" thunderclap exploded.

"Oh my God!" a scream rushed out before Georgiana could cover her mouth. It was a dark horse! It burst through the rain with the momentum of a sharp blade. Seeing that it was about to hit the ornamental bush from above, the man on the horse lifted the reins, and the horse's front hooves were lifted high, and he leaped lightly over the obstacle.

The black horse neighed and stopped in front of the gate. The janitor slipped off his horse, his legs still shaking. The late-night visitor, dressed in a black cloak, jumped off his horse neatly and said eagerly to the vigilant servant, "I am the maid of the Earl of Kenrat's house, and I beg to see Mr. Darcy and ask him to save Miss Kenrath and Mr. Kenrath Jr."

On this dreary, rainy night, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy slept early. Suddenly, there was a commotion downstairs. He frowned slightly, and was just about to get up, when Mr. Butler knocked lightly on the door three times, "Sir, the maid of Earl Kenrat's house came to visit late at night, and said that you would like to save Miss Kenrath and Mr. Kenrath Jr. ”

The uninvited guest did not wait long in the living room, and soon there was a steady sound of footsteps outside the hall. The owner of this room is simply disheveled compared to normal days, but his face is stern, his thick black eyebrows are tightly locked, and his expression makes him look even more stern and difficult to approach.

"You," Darcy just said a word. The woman who had been wrapping herself in an airtight black cloak lifted her hood slightly, Darcy's expression froze for a moment, and then she turned to the servant behind her and said, "Go out and stay at the door." ”

Soon there were only two people left in the huge living room, and Darcy lowered his voice, his eyes full of disapproval. "Miss Kenrath!

Miss Kentra stretched out a fair, soft hand to remove the hood, and the emerald eyes shimmered coldly in the candlelight. "Mr. Darcy, Clark and my maid murdered my father and slandered my brother for killing my father, please save my brother!"