Mr. Darcy felt that this was probably the saddest day of his life, but no matter how much he hoped that it was just a nightmare, life went on. Under Georgiana's shocked and bewildered gaze, Mr. Darcy chose part of the truth to explain. "I came to the terrace and met Miss Kentra, the door was accidentally locked, no one passed, I tore my shirt and connected it into a long rope, and slid down it. ”

Georgiana didn't believe it. It's not that she doesn't believe in Mr. Darcy's qualities, it's just that she knows Mr. Darcy too well, and it's absolutely impossible for such a thing to happen just to get off the terrace in front of a lady's body. Georgiana tried to ask, "Emma is still on the terrace? I'm going to ask the butler to get the key to open the door?"

Georgiana's judgment was not wrong, Mr. Darcy really wouldn't do this, but Emma tore the gown when she found that his coat couldn't be torn into strips of cloth, and there was a disadvantage in reacting too quickly, that is, it was too late to correct it when she found that her judgment was wrong_(:3ゝ∠)_ Mr. Darcy immediately rejected Georgiana's suggestion. "You don't need to call the butler, just take the key and give it to me. ”

It's so suspicious!" Georgiana thought something strange must have happened, but Mr. Darcy obviously wouldn't say it, and it was probably useless to ask. Georgiana secretly decided to hide and see what was going on. "Then I'll go find Mr. Butler. ”

Mr. Darcy had thought that he would not meet anyone on this side because he had been shouting on the terrace for a long time, but his judgment was overturned at the first turn. Just in case, Mr. Darcy decides to go back to the small building first. "I'll be waiting for you in the building. Bring another shirt of mine. ”

In the absence of the host, the butler was responsible for entertaining Mr. Wickham in the drawing-room. Mr. Wickham knew that Mr. Darcy would not come back so soon, and thought about waiting a little longer before taking his leave, although he was the son of a butler, he had received the same gentleman's education as Mr. Darcy since he was a child, and he thought that he was not the same as the guy who became the new butler after his father's death, so he did not talk to the butler in a reserved manner. Mr. Butler was too happy not to speak to Mr. Wickham, and with a professional smile on his face, he wondered why this unpaid man could be let back.

Georgiana broke the silence in the living room by hurrying in, and she apologized to Mr. Wickham: "I lost company with the butler first. Then he called the butler aside and asked him to give her the key to the patio door. Out of professional principle, Mr. Butler didn't ask anything, but untied a large bunch of keys that he had hung with him, and found the one that Georgiana wanted.

Mr. Wickham heard the key ringing and his ears pricked up. But Mr. Butler and Georgiana didn't talk, so he didn't hear anything.

After that, Georgiana went upstairs and hurried out with a package, and Mr. Wickham pretended to stand up casually and went to the window to take a look, and Georgiana was walking in the direction of the small building.

Mr. Wickham's face sank. When he locked the door, he heard Emma's refusal, and when he found out that he was locked on the terrace, Emma must have been very angry, and perhaps George and Mr. Darcy would turn against each other because of it. Mr. Wickham thought he had revenge, but he had missed out on Georgian. Thinking of the cousin that Georgiana had just hurried out, she must have known Mr. Darcy's feelings, and if she hadn't been locked up for a long time and that Georgiana had interceded, maybe Emma would forgive Mr. Darcy for this. This was something that Mr. Wickham did not want to see in any case, and he paced back and forth a few steps, and soon had an idea.

As time went on, the terrace got colder and colder, and Emma had to run back and forth to keep her body warm, and tonight was really a twist and turn, Emma was a little absent-minded, and her mind was flooding with Mr. Darcy's sincere and warm confession for a while, and then she remembered the cabin of Cozwold, and finally her thoughts slipped to a few little anomalies of Georgiana, and the little angel must have known something, right?

Mr. Darcy stood by the wall on the first floor, his whole body hidden in the darkness. It was only when there was no one around him that he could show a hint of sadness. All along, he was too conceited in his judgment. The idea that he wanted to take on a qiē for Emma was worthless. It was only then that he recalled some details that had been overlooked, and Emma always pretended not to understand when he listened to the men's conversation with George, but on that occasional eye contact with him, he saw excitement in her eyes. In contrast, Emma seemed to be pleasant and actively involved in the discussion when talking to the young ladies, but her eyes never gleamed so beautifully.

Mr. Darcy looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through the thick stone bricks the man upstairs that always tugged at his heart. Emma is right that feelings based on misunderstandings should be reconsidered. He could not imagine that his future wife was keen on economic politics, even if it was done in secret. Maybe because Emma has such a special interest, he and she have more topics in common, but marriage is a lifestyle choice. That deviant lifestyle was not for him. His thoughts about the future are the same as most people's, to find a wife who loves him, to protect her, to provide her with good living conditions, to manage the household and to have children. She may not understand him, but she loves him unconditionally, trusts him, and relies on him.

Footsteps outside interrupted Mr. Darcy's train of thought. Georgiana almost trotted over as she handed the package and keys to Mr. Darcy. "Brother, your shirt and patio door key. ”

Mr. Darcy had quickly gathered his mind, took his things, and said in the same tone as usual, "Thank you, go back and rest early." "Mr. Darcy didn't feel the need to hide it from Georgiana, but he didn't feel the need to let Georgiana know. In fact, all the annoying, embarrassing, and painful things he felt that Georgiana did not need to know.

Georgiana nodded obediently, walked out of the small building and looked behind her, and when she was sure that Mr. Darcy could no longer see her, she hid in the bushes.

Putting on his shirt and meticulously grooming himself, Mr. Darcy restored his usual appearance and opened the door to the terrace. Emma was pulling up her skirt to check her ankles, and when she heard the sound of the key unlocking, she quickly lowered her skirt. "Thank you. ”

Mr. Darcy regained his usual coldness. "Not necessarily. ”

Emma felt a little embarrassed to face Mr. Darcy. "We'd better not go back together. Please take a few steps first, and avoid the servants along the road who have to lean on you. ”

There is no way to refute it, and in fact Mr. Darcy thinks so. Although Mr. Darcy should give up this erroneous relationship from now on, Mr. Darcy couldn't help but glance back after taking a few steps. Emma didn't dare to exert force on her left foot, and walked with a limp. Mr. Darcy immediately stopped and took a few steps back. "Miss Kentra?"

Emma waved her hand to indicate that she had no problem. "It's just a foot, it's not swollen, it's not strict. ”

Mr. Darcy instinctively tried to tell Emma to love him more, but he quickly remembered his determination and held back.

The two walked out of the small building one after the other. Mr. Darcy walked in front, and Emma, who walked a little unnaturally, was some distance away from him. Emma's smock is gone, only a petticoat. Georgiana felt the scene very familiar, but she couldn't remember it. After sleeping for a while in the afternoon, Georgiana lay on the bed and couldn't sleep, staring at the roof for a long time, and suddenly turned over and sat up. She remembered that she had seen such a scene in a novel.

The early morning sun shone through the gap in the curtains on the bed, and George opened his eyes, confused and confused for a moment. Is it in a hotel? No, the hotel doesn't have a roof like that, and by the way, he's back to Bloomberg. From the time George was cleared of his father's murder, he and Emma were rarely separated, and George, who was about to see his sister, was in a good mood, and his good mood continued until he met Emma in the living room. "What's wrong with you!"

Emma glanced at George helplessly. Her feet were still a little unnatural, but George didn't have to look as shocked and grieved as she was terminally ill. "I accidentally broke my foot, and I was not strict. ”

George grabbed Emma's arm in distress. "I shouldn't have left. Why are you still walking around with a foot injury? I didn't find you when I came back last night. The servant lied to me and said that you were very good. ”

Emma pulled her arm back, and George's gesture made her want to call him Little Joe. "Brother, I'm really fine. I went to enjoy the starry sky last night and accidentally broke my foot on the way back. By the way, aren't you planning to come back the day after tomorrow? Why did you come back early yesterday?"

George was distracted. He took Mr. Darcy out according to Emma's plan, thinking that the task would be very simple, and that he would be able to complete the task with him on the road for a few days, and then tell Mr. Sù that the matter had been settled and that there was no need to rush again. Unexpectedly, Mr. Darcy soon noticed that something was wrong, and he tried his best to cover up and delay the return time until yesterday, and finally completed the task. Fitzwilliam was too clever to quickly discover that things weren't so strict. I had to make him think that I didn't know how to judge the situation and that I wasn't deliberately cheating. ”

Emma was about to say that George was doing the right thing, when she remembered that she had told Mr. Darcy last night that George had no problem with his abilities. It's terrible, if I had known it was like this, I wouldn't have said that last night. Emma frowned slightly, pondering whether to confess or wait for Mr. Darcy to ask about it.

George didn't know why Emma had changed her face suddenly. "Did coming back early affect your plans?"

Emma shook her head. "Nope. "Forget it, let's wait for Mr. Darcy to ask.

Georgiana sneaked into her study early in the morning, rummaged through the huge shelves to find the novel, and smuggled it back to her room to read it. The novel's content is as follows: the heroine is an aristocratic lady who is initially tricked into paying the wrong love by a playboy, and then becomes a nun after a lot of ups and downs. The novel is not thick, and Georgiana quickly turned to the chapters in her impression. Playboy and heroine have a tryst in a room, Playboy locks the door, and after some time the two come out of the tryst room, Playboy's shirt is torn, the heroine's gown is crumpled, and it is not very natural to walk, and then the heroine becomes pregnant. Georgiana shook her hand and the book snapped shut. Think of my brother and Emma, who were alone√ locked the door √for a while√ completely torn shirts and skirts√ walked unnaturally√ which was terrible!

At the same time, a servant handed two letters to George.