Mr. Darcy had been sitting on the couch with the newspaper for a long time, and Georgiana still hadn't come downstairs. It was highly unusual, but Mr. Darcy did not call the servant upstairs to look at it.

Daylight deflected another angle, and Georgiana finally walked down lightly. Apparently she had dressed up this day, with a pale red on her cheeks, her long thick golden-brown hair held high, and her eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Good day, brother. ”

"Yes, good day. You can have breakfast. Mr. Darcy closed the newspaper and led the way to the breakfast table.

In the old days, Georgiana might have been apprehensive about being late, but today she just said sorry in a brisk tone and started her breakfast. Today she had an extra appetite, eating three slices of pan-fried toast with butter, a whole roasted tomato, and even two slices of bacon, which she rarely touched at the breakfast table because she felt greasy. When she had finished eating, Mr. Darcy put down his knife and fork.

After breakfast, Georgiana sat down in the drawing-room with a book in her hand, and stole a glance at Mr. Darcy, who was supposed to go to practice at this time. But Mr. Darcy picked up the newspaper he had read before breakfast, and made no comment on her laziness.

After looking at the door four or five times, a servant finally came in and said, "The Earl of Kentra and Miss Kentra have arrived." ”

Georgiana put down her book and happily greeted her. "Emma, you're finally here. ”

Before Emma walked in, she saw the bright smiling face of the little angel, and her originally apprehensive mood suddenly improved: "Georgiana, you have become beautiful again, and you have grown a lot taller." ”

Georgiana lowered her head and pinched the corners of her skirt, her ears red: "Emma." "It's right to get up in the morning.

George, who was ignored, shrugged helplessly, and this happened more than once. He skillfully bypassed the two who had become intimate at the door, and walked towards Mr. Darcy, who had already stood up: "Fitzwilliam, long time no see. "Since Mr. Kentera's accident, he has gotten rid of his unruly habits, and with the cooperation in trade in North America, he has gradually become acquainted with Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy reached out and found that he hadn't put down the newspaper yet, and coughed awkwardly. Fortunately, George didn't care. "Georgiana is going into the social world this year, how many more days will you spend in London?"

Mr. Darcy shook his head. "Georgiana wasn't in good health, the intensive balls and invitations didn't do her any good, and we'll be back in a month. ”

Two men sit down on the couch to discuss topics they care about.

Georgiana also took Emma and sat down: "Dear Emma, I practice the movements you taught me every day, and now my body is much better, and I won't get tired of walking around the garden in Bloomberg." ”

Emma was amused by her exaggerated statement. Bloomberg's area is measured by acres, or why wouldn't she have waited to walk in with the gatekeeper when she knocked on the door? "Keep practicing, and if Mr. Darcy bullies you one day, you'll come to Yorkshire. ”

Georgiana was a little embarrassed by Emma's teasing. "My brother won't bully me. ”

Because they were sitting close, George heard Georgiana's words and teased Mr. Darcy: "The relationship between your brother and sister is really harmonious, and Georgiana is defending you all the time." Not like Emma."

Mr. Darcy pursed his lips and said in a cold voice, "Miss Kentler has done more for you." ”

George seemed to hear the accusation in these words, and quickly argued: "Emma is of course the best sister in the world, but she is too smart, and sometimes I miss the way she depended on me when she was a child." ”

Mr. Darcy seemed to want to say something, but held back. Instead, he asked, "Didn't you come to London to visit Duke Crowley first?"

Talking about this, George smiled bitterly: "I just messed up a thing, and Lord Duke won't want to see me anytime soon." I had the gift delivered. Speaking of this, he said self-deprecatingly: "You know, I don't understand much about the meetings of the House of Lords, and Yorkshire is a mess, but it makes a lot of money, and the Earl of Kentra, who is not doing his job, deserves it." ”

Mr. Darcy said sternly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with that. ”

There really is nothing wrong with it, and Emma is quite satisfied with the status quo. Although George was not a bit of a serious businessman back then, he was not so stupid that he couldn't do anything, and it was impossible for him not to understand the meetings of the House of Representatives since he was a child. But their siblings tacitly maintained the status quo.

Georgiana didn't care about the topic and continued to talk to Emma: "I wrote the favorite song you sang last time, and I put it in the piano room, and I'll come back and talk to you later." ”

Favorite song?Emma is a little weak-hearted. "Did you compose the music for Scarborough Bazaar? I've only sung it to you once. "Emma didn't know much art before she crossed over, and after crossing over, although the original owner was a young lady of the earl's family, she was only good at the piano in terms of talent. In order to avoid embarrassing situations in social situations, Emma asked a tutor to train in singing, drawing, and dancing two years ago, but she didn't expect to practice the basics all year long. A year ago, when she was asked to sing at a country ball, Emma thought that only Scarborough Market could be used for emergencies, and said it was her favorite song.

Georgiana was a little proud, and slightly curled the corners of her mouth: "One time is enough, it's not difficult to repeat the tune." ”

Emma's heart is about to be budded. "Georgiana, you're amazing. ”

Being praised so bluntly, Georgiana became shy again. "Actually, it's not difficult, Emma, you can too. Well, shall we go out now?"

They were about to go out, and George took his leave. There were still guests visiting in the morning, and he just escorted his sister over. Mr. Darcy, who had relented yesterday and agreed to Georgiana, was in charge of accompanying the two ladies shopping.

May is at its busiest in London, when luxurious horse-drawn carriages drive down Luther Gantt Street. The war ahead did not stop the fashion from Paris. The ladies' wide skirts were adorned with gold and silver embroidery, a few mischievous curls peeking out from the brim of their hats, and the intricate lace feathers on their hats fluttered with the sound of delicate laughter. The modern girl also wears a lace trim around her swan-like slender and graceful neck, and the wide U-shaped neckline reveals her plump and white breasts, which are fragrant when walking. On both sides, there is no end in sight, and the handsome and sweet-mouthed ones can get a windfall by the beautiful satin, soft lace, sparkling jewels, and gorgeous feathers.

Georgiana stared intently. Emma smiled understandingly, it wasn't her first time in London, and she was shocked by the bustling scene at first. Emma also carefully looked at the ladies' outfits, but unlike Georgiana's "ah, so beautiful, buy, buy" mood, she is here to be a counselor, and today's protagonist is Georgiana. As a young lady who was new to London's social scene, Georgiana had to pay extra attention to her clothes, both modest and stylish.

Mr. Darcy jumped off his horse and walked over to the carriage and stretched out his hand. Georgiana stepped out of the carriage first, and then a soft, white hand landed in Mr. Darcy's palm. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Suddenly, there was a commotion next to him.

"Stealing imps!"

Several servants ran after a boy, and the ladies fled to the side in shock. "Oh my God. "How can there be thieves here. "These people are so rude, how can they catch thieves here. ”

Emma had just stepped down when she was staggered and nearly fell into Mr. Darcy's arms. Mr. Darcy subconsciously grabbed her slender waist and immediately realized that something was wrong. Feeling the softness and warmth in his arms, Mr. Darcy took a step back and almost pushed Emma out.

"Brother!" said Georgiana, holding Emma and glaring at Mr. Darcy with dissatisfaction for the first time. She had always understood Mr. Darcy's way of not letting the young ladies misunderstand, but she shouldn't have treated Emma so rudely.

Emma grabbed Georgiana's hand and shook her head. She knew why Mr. Darcy reacted so much, and it was her problem.

Georgiana's excitement was poured with cold water. I knew that my brother was like this, so she and Emma didn't want her brother to accompany her. Emma was unfazed, and she understood Mr. Darcy's distancing from her. After all, she was engaged, and it was unruly to be too intimate with an unmarried man.

Emma smiled at Mr. Darcy, said she didn't care, and led Georgiana into a store. Mr. Darcy froze in place for a moment, then silently followed.

Emma did her homework before she came. This year, the blue of the sea is popular in London, and Georgiana's fair skin is a perfect color. She is still young, her breasts have not yet developed full, and her neckline is too large and empty to look good. It's much better to have some overlapping lace on your chest. She enthusiastically asked people to compare the fabric to Georgiana, and secretly rubbed it to relive the fun of dressing up dolls when she was a child.

Georgiana lost the interest in shopping, afraid that her brother would do something rude, so she chose three pieces of fabric and some lace and said that she was a little tired.

Emma knew that the little angel was a little sensitive, and it was difficult for Mr. Darcy to explain to her at this time.

Back at her London residence, Emma hugged Georgiana affectionately: "You see, I'm both engaged, and Mr. Darcy is still a single man. If we get too close, people will gossip, and my fiancé will be upset. Mr. Darcy is also for my happiness, don't blame your brother. ”

Georgiana nodded. "I'm afraid you'll be angry, my brother doesn't show much kindness"

"Mr. Darcy saved me and my brother, and I know his precious heart. Anyway, I'm thick-skinned and not afraid. ”

Georgiana couldn't help but laugh. "Where is the lady who says that she has a thick face, don't talk nonsense. ”

The little angel laughed out loud, and Emma was about to leave. She had also had a lot to do when she first came to London, and in the afternoon a large cotton weaver visited George, and she had to go back.

After sending Emma away, Georgiana remembered that she had forgotten to show Emma the score and did not play the piano for her.

Georgiana had wanted to talk to her brother, but Mr. Darcy had sent the two young ladies back in the morning and went out, and did not return until dinner.

Georgiana went to bed early, but couldn't sleep. She did not say anything to Emma in the morning, and although Mr. Darcy had always kept his distance from the young ladies, he had never reacted so violently. In the morning, he realized that he was holding Emma as if he had been punched. Georgiana was angry and confused. In her opinion, although her brother is arrogant, he has an upright character, and Emma is gentle, humorous and brave. My brother once saved Emma's family, and Emma also saved her, even if their relationship is not very harmonious, there is no reason to be so stiff. She turned over indignantly, and remembered that she often received letters and messages from Emma, and sometimes happily told her brother, who had always listened with a blank face.

After thinking about it for a long time and still couldn't sleep, Georgiana sat up and wanted to go to the piano room to play a song to calm down. Unexpectedly, the door of the piano room was closed, and a familiar melody came from a vague voice. Now that there are no guests in the house, it is my brother who plays the piano inside?Georgiana curiously pushed the door open a crack, and the melody of the Scarborough Market flowed out. At the end of the song, a voice from Georgiana was very familiar, as soft as a sigh: "So this is her favorite song." ”

Georgiana froze for a few minutes in shock, and her first instinct was to lift the hem of her skirt and run back to the bedroom silently. It wasn't until she buried her head in the quilt that she spat out the words that had been in her mouth just now: "Oh my God." ”