Chapter 50: Departure
No matter what, money is always earned. Jack calmed down for a while, pretended to be casual and came out with the blanket, and said loudly as he walked, "The blanket was found." β
Emma and Mr. Darcy didn't know that Jack's wife had seen what had just happened. It was a complete accident, and it wasn't as ambiguous as Jack's wife thought. When Jack entered, Emma winked at Mr. Darcy and tilted her head into the room. She felt that it was risky to stay for a while, but there was nothing flawed in what Jack said, and she wanted to ask Mr. Darcy if he thought Jack could be trusted.
Mr. Darcy couldn't understand what Emma meant, and lowered his voice: "You can say"
Then there was the scene just now, Emma covered Mr. Darcy's mouth, and Mr. Darcy subconsciously grabbed her wrist.
Emma was so embarrassed to react that she wanted to retract her hand, but Mr. Darcy grabbed it too tightly. Emma struggled twice, and Mr. Darcy realized what had happened and let go of his hand as if electrocuted. Both were a little embarrassed.
Emma gestured twice with her hand, but it was completely uncommunicative, she looked left and right, crouched down in the sand on the ground and wrote, "Sorry, expedient." She couldn't speak, only to interrupt Mr. Darcy with her movements. The awkward atmosphere at this point made her feel that she should have chosen to step on Mr. Darcy just now, which could also have the effect of interrupting, and it was not so embarrassing.
Mr. Darcy looked at Emma in silence with a stern face. It was not once or twice that had happened to the two of them, and to be honest Mr. Darcy thought that out of a gentleman's sense of duty, he should also marry Emma, but Emma obviously would not agree. She wasn't entirely unconcerned, Mr. Darcy could sense her shyness, but she never took it as a very important thing, and even the one that happened in the Cotswolds was only an embarrassing accident. Because of his fiancΓ© and other reasons, Mr. Darcy did not express his opinion before, but he was by no means as unconcerned as Emma.
Emma didn't care about Mr. Darcy's extremely stern expression. As was customary, Mr. Darcy would feel a little awkward, keep a straight face and minimize contact with her, and then gradually return to normal. Emma, who felt that the matter was over after the apology, continued to write on the ground: "The house here can't block the sound, so it's better to be careful." "It's different from the manor, neither Bloombury nor Manfield can hear outside in the small building, but a broken wooden house with wind on all sides is not soundproofed at all, and Mr. Darcy is some distance away from her to avoid suspicion, and whispered conversation in this situation may also be heard.
The time and place were not suitable for continuing the conversation about what had just happened, so Mr. Darcy had to put aside his thoughts for a moment and nodded his head to show that he understood.
Thanks to Jack for a moment of tangling in the house, it left them some time to communicate. Emma and Mr. Darcy agreed to stay here for a maximum of one hour, without breakfast. Hearing Jack shouting that the blanket had been found, Emma hurriedly destroyed the chat history on the ground with her foot.
Jack came out and saw the two standing in the courtyard, still some distance apart, without any undesirable actions, and he was relieved.
Mr. Darcy and Jack dragged the bags of soybeans and oats from the cellar and collapsed them into the yard and began to work. Rest time is precious, and Emma wraps up her blanket and leans against the door to take a nap. She has not had a good rest in the past two days, her mental tension is high and she has exercised vigorously, in fact, her body is very tired, but she is mentally vigilant and cannot fall asleep. Emma opened her eyes, just as Mr. Darcy looked up, and the two looked at each other. With Mr. Darcy on the side, Emma closed her eyes reassuringly and soon fell asleep.
Emma's guess was correct, Mr. Darcy had never done farm work, and he had received a standard gentleman's education since he was a child, and he had never tried it as entertainment when he went to the countryside as a child. He took out the cautious and serious attitude of being practical when he was in school, observed Jack's movements and began to work, although he was very careful to imitate and imitate it very similarly, but Jack could see at a glance that something was wrong. The husk of the oats is also the raw material of brown bread, and it is edible, and the stalk can only be used to light the fire, but Mr. Darcy does not know that if he rubs the husk off with a lot of force, he will throw it away with the stalk. This wasteful behavior made Jack very distressed. But he lied in order to drag the two of them out of their pockets to take some more money, and now it was impossible to let Mr. Darcy do it, so he had to comfort himself in his heart: the two pounds were enough to buy dozens of times the oats and soybeans that he had taken out today, and it didn't matter if he wasted some of them.
After a moment's of action, Mr. Darcy looked up. Emma was still leaning against the door in that position, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes drooping, her breathing evenly, and she was clearly asleep.
The lines of Mr. Darcy's face softened a little.
Jack shuddered at the sight of Mr. Darcy's gentle eyes.
With Mr. Darcy involved, progress was much faster, and by an hour the horses were ready. Just now Jack asked his wife to prepare food, but in this era, there is no natural gas stove for cooking, and you need to burn wood and carry water, and it has not been done yet. Jack was so anxious that he couldn't think of any other way to delay, so he watched as Mr. Darcy and Emma got on their horses and left.
Emma took a nap and was in much better spirits. "Have you been here before?"
"My childhood governess, Mr. Thomas, lived in the town of Drews in this county, but I never came here. "Mr. Darcy and Mr. Thomas corresponded occasionally, so they knew the address of the teacher's house, but he had not been there and did not know the exact location. I wanted to search for news from Wickham first, and then visit the teacher after finishing my business, but I didn't expect last night's incident to happen.
Emma's eyes lit up. She didn't think that those people were powerful enough to collude with the officials of every town in the vicinity, and colluding with bandits to kidnap her and Mr. Darcy was a very serious crime, and it was beyond Emma's expectation that a few police officers in one town would take such a big risk to help them. If you really have your hands and eyes in the sky, why sneak around? It's great to find a reliable local at this time. "Will your teacher be able to find a credible police officer?"
Mr. Darcy recalled the contents of his most recent correspondence. "No problem, one of the old friends of the teacher is the sheriff. The teacher came back from London in the summer and was sick for a few days, and the letter did not mention that he had plans to go out in the near future, so it was more likely to be at home. If it's not far from the town of Drews, we can go to the teacher. β
Emma nodded. This time, the actions of those people were very crazy, revealing a lot of flaws, as long as you find a reliable police officer and follow the vine, these people will soon be exposed. She really wanted to know what the identities of those people were, and what kind of grudges they had against the Kentra family.
Perhaps all the bad luck had been exhausted by the previous series of encounters, and they soon met a man who Mr. Darcy approached to ask for the direction of the town of Drewth, and Emma couldn't believe her good luck after hearing the answers of passers-by. From here, head north to the town of Drews, which can be reached in the afternoon.
The sky gradually revealed white light, and the enemy behind had not yet caught up, and Emma had a feeling that she had been working hard for a long time.
Now that he was relatively safe, Mr. Darcy felt that he could say the question: "What just happened"
Emma was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what Mr. Darcy was talking about, and if Mr. Darcy didn't mention it, she would indeed have forgotten. Why did Mr. Darcy suddenly talk about this? Was it because she was too perfunctory in her apology? Emma said very sincerely, "I'm sorry, I couldn't speak just now, and I was worried that they would hear what you said. It's rude. β
"You don't have to apologize to me. Mr. Darcy wondered why he didn't see that Emma was wrong. Although Emma took the initiative to cover his mouth, judging by the normal value standards now, he is not a victim, Emma is. "You think it's your responsibility?"
Emma looked guilty and said firmly, "Yes, of course I recognize that." β
Emma didn't know that the more determined her attitude, the more confused Mr. Darcy became, and he could see that she felt from the bottom of her heart that he was the one who was being taken advantage of. "It doesn't look like you think this matter is very important. β
It turns out that the problem is here, and Emma thinks she has found the crux of the problem. She apologized and acted as if nothing had happened, much to the displeasure of Mr. Darcy. But she did this to avoid embarrassment, and what better way to do it than pretend it hadn't happened? Despite this thought, Emma said sincerely in the face of Mr. Darcy who was taken advantage of: "I thought that this would avoid embarrassment, and I was willing to make amends for my mistakes." β
Mr. Darcy is actually a very quick-witted and sharp-tongued man, who is usually silent, but always gives appropriate answers whenever he wants to. For the first time, Mr. Darcy felt he didn't know what to say. After a minute's pause, Mr. Darcy asked a question he had been so eager to ask. The question had been circling in his mind for the umpteenth time, but he had always felt that it was inappropriate to ask it, but at this point Mr. Darcy felt that the answer was very important. "You have the same attitude when something like this happened to someone else?"
The question is a bit ambiguous. Emma didn't want to cheat on Mr. Darcy. "Yes. If there is an accident by accident, my attitude is the same, and I will not decide my marriage because of this accident. β
Mr. Darcy's thoughts were different from Emma's guess, he didn't mean anything ambiguous when he asked the question, he just wanted to know if Emma had such an attitude because of him, or if he had this kind of mindset. Apparently the latter. "Our actions are governed by our thinking, which is influenced by both education and life. Sometimes you give me the feeling that you come from a completely different world. There is a different mindset from this world. What we value is insignificant in that world. What we think is deviant is very normal in that world. β
Emma gasped, and a line of big words crossed her mind: It's over, and the talk of whether there is a crossing now should be burned as a possessed devil.
Mr. Darcy continued: "Sometimes I wonder if you, like Gulliver, have lived for many years on a peculiar island overseas, and come back not to live in a bedroom but to love the stables more than to lovers. β
Emma's intense heartbeat was just now back to normal, and she was almost scared into a cold sweat just now. Mr. Darcy's judgment was completely accurate, but fortunately the times limited Mr. Darcy's imagination, otherwise he would have known that she was a time-traveler. Emma Gan laughed twice: "I never knew you were so humorous before. Mr. Darcy's words did poke her in the sore spot, and Emma couldn't help but say more. "If he's too pitiful like Gulliver, he's crazy in the eyes of others. β
"Nope. Surprisingly, Mr. Darcy had a different view. "If Gulliver had no overseas experience, he would be insane, for the horses in our world are not as noble and intelligent as the horses of the Wisdom Horse, and it is a delusion that he thinks that horses are more worthy of respect than men. But he has lived in the country of Huiqiu for a long time, and his actions are well-founded. β
Emma smiled wryly. "So what if I'm really Gulliver? I've lived overseas for twenty years, and men and women in that country are equal in all respects, and everyone realizes their worth with their work, and women don't enjoy additional privileges. As a result of the same education received from childhood, there was no difference between men and women in intelligence, and many women also worked hard to become politicians or merchants, gaining status and wealth. Men and women are united because of love and practical considerations, and a man loves his wife because she understands him, not because of her beauty and submissiveness. β
Mr. Darcy tried to see Emma's expression, but Emma lowered her head, her expression hidden in the dim light.
Just as Mr. Darcy tried to drive the horse closer, Emma looked up and smiled. "It's just a joke. Gulliver's experience is a fiction of a novel, how could it happen in reality? The reason why I have different interests and ideas is because of the influence of my family and my governess. β
Mr. Darcy suddenly had a strange feeling that what Emma had just said was true. He knew it wasn't possible, Emma had never been to sea, and she wasn't yet twenty years old. But this strange feeling never went away.
Normally, this village is very peaceful, and few outsiders come, but today it is very lively. After the two guests left in the middle of the night, when the sun was about to rise at dawn, a few more people came to the village, inquired about a few houses, and knocked on the door of Jack's house.
Jack felt sleepy after Emma and Mr. Darcy left, and lay down and fell asleep again. After not sleeping for a while, he was woken up again by a knock on the door, and he went out irritably to see that several middle-aged men with strong physiques were standing in front of his door. Jack caught a glimpse of them all armed with pistols, and the impatient look on his face immediately retracted. "What's the matter?"
The man at the head said in a deep voice, "Two people came to your house last night?"
Oh no, it can't be the enemy of the strange pair of uncles and nephews last night. Jack hurriedly cleared up: "I don't know them, they wanted to buy beans and oats to feed the horses, and they stayed for less than an hour and left"
The man at the head interrupted him impatiently. "What do those two people look like, how big, how tall, what have they done?"
Jack swallowed: "It's a pair of uncles and nephews, the uncle is in his thirties and looks very handsome, and the nephew is fourteen or fifteen years old, thin and very white." By the way, they don't have a normal relationship. That uncle is taller than me."
The man interrupted him again: "Abnormal?"
Jack rubbed his hands, he was too embarrassed to say it too bluntly. "That is, that uncle liked that nephew and kissed his hand. β
The man showed a look of disgust, he was a little suspicious before he got to the bottom of it, he didn't expect to hear such a thing, which also completely dispelled his doubts. When Mr. Darcy had stumbled into their trap, he had made a point of checking on Mr. Darcy and knew what an upright and old-fashioned man he was, and that there could never have been Mr. Darcy between the two.