The afternoon sun was warm and clear, and Emma slouched in her chair and turned a page of the book: "I am just a password, giving him meaning, leaving me only pain." Sorry Georgiana, I seem to have picked the wrong book. ”

Georgiana was already in tears, sobbing and choking, "No, this book is good, it's just too sad." ”

Emma handed her another handkerchief and sighed a little with a headache. When she was in the study just now, she picked and chose for a long time, and felt that any novel was not suitable. Georgiana doesn't know politics, "The London Plague" and the like are slightly thrillers, and romance novels have a bit of inappropriate content for children, if only there were travelogues. At this time, she saw a copy of "Clarissa", which she had not read the specifics of, but probably knew that it was an early Gothic novel, about a noble lady who is forced by her relatives to marry a villain, who refuses to give in and elopes with a young man who claims to love her and is betrayed. Thinking of Mr. Wickham, Emma finds the book more educational. The sick little angel has always been strong and well-behaved, which makes Emma forget how Georgiana burst into tears when she heard about her tragic past. The story hadn't been read much yet, and Georgiana couldn't stop crying. "My dear, excessive grief is not good for your physical recovery, I chose it badly, let's change it. Do you like adventure stories?"

Georgiana shook her head and wiped away her tears with her handkerchief. "I just felt something for a while, I don't cry anymore, you can continue to read. ”

Emma is really in a dilemma. From the first time she proposed to change books, Georgiana said that she didn't cry, and by now she had said it three or four times, and her credit was completely bankrupt. She will definitely continue to cry when she reads Georgian again. "Uh, dear, I" Emma racked her brains to convince Georgiana to change the book.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of talking downstairs, and several voices were unfamiliar.

Emma immediately got up and picked up the tear jerker. "It looks like there's a visitor. You're not well, lie down, I'll go downstairs and take a look. ”

Emma thought it was a local squire, but she didn't expect it to be Mr. Smith's family, who also came to Cotswold.

Mr. Smith was white and chubby, and he smiled very kindly. "Miss Kentra, if you have any favorite fabric, let the Earl of Kender inform me, whether it's Italian floral velvet or oriental silk, it will be delivered to Manfil that season. ”

A merchant who deals in high-end fabrics, if he can't control the time of renting the cabin of a large merchant ship, it seems that he should have his own merchant ship. Unlike in the coastal waters of Europe, ocean voyages have special requirements for ships, and this Mr. Smith has a certain amount of capital. Emma's gaze swept over his embroidered and metallic heels and glittering jewels at the placket, fashionable but completely out of line, eighty percent nouveau riche with little accumulation, desperate to fit in with high society. "You're so polite. ”

Mrs. Smith's dress looked much more harmonious than Mr. Smith's, and she spoke politely. "My hometown is Yorkshire, and I had the privilege of meeting the old Earl of Kentler with my father, and I was very impressed by Manfair's vast expanse of lavender. A Sunday dinner in my hometown would add a little fish to the traditional York pudding, and I never tasted it again when I married away from home. Aside from the somewhat unpredictable weather, Yorkshire is the best place on my mind. ”

The old Earl of Kender certainly did not have the unapproachable family of tenant farmers, and Mrs. Smith was presumably a young lady of the squire's house. "It's a coincidence that your hometown is in Yorkshire. When did you leave?"

"I got married when I was seventeen and haven't been back since. Actually, I've always wanted to take John and Daisy back to see my hometown. Mrs. Smith turned the conversation to the two children.

However, Mrs. Smith's hard work was not well coordinated. Mr. Smith Jr. and Miss Smith were obviously not as talkative as she was. Little Mr. Smith, John, at first glance looks a bit like Mr. Bentley, handsome, but unlike Mr. Bentley in the sunshine, his eyes are full of melancholy, and he does not speak again after introducing himself.

Miss Smith was introverted and shy, worse than her brother, and Mrs. Smith had made the introduction for her, and she blushed before she could open her mouth. "Well, I, I haven't been there yet. ”

This feeling, this voice, Emma's mind flashed, this was not the only young lady in the café that day who defended Mr. Darcy, and then fainted in fear. Emma subconsciously glanced at Mr. Darcy, who did not show any emotion, and did not know whether he did not recognize it or recognized it but did not react.

Emma has always had a good attitude towards soft and cute girls, and when she saw that Miss Daisy was very nervous, she smiled at her soothingly. "Miss Smith doesn't seem to be out of the house very often?"

Miss Daisy fainted that day, so she didn't see Emma appear, and she relaxed a little when she saw Emma's gentle attitude. "Well, I usually stay at home painting or reading. ”

Mrs. Smith saw Emma holding a book in her hand and smiled, "Daisy really likes to read, and sometimes she forgets to eat." Her tutor also complained to me about this problem. She and Miss Kentra should have a common language when it comes to reading. ”

Emma doesn't think she and Miss Daisy have a common language when it comes to reading. She likes to read, not the kind of art books that ladies read now, but books on politics, economics and finance. But now with a book in her hand, saying that she doesn't like to read is a bit embarrassing, Emma has no choice but to choose novels and travelogues as topics. "I usually read books mainly for leisure, and I read more novels and travelogues, I wonder if Miss Smith is interested in these kinds of books?" She originally only wanted to talk about travelogues, because she estimated that she and Miss Daisy would have different tastes in novels, but Miss Daisy was more likely to have read novels than travelogues.

Miss Daisy glanced at Mrs. Smith. Mrs. Smith was a little entangled, reading novels and travelogues was not very good for the hobby, she hoped that her daughter's impression on the Earl of Kenta and Miss Kentra would be flawless, but Miss Kentra liked it, if she used novels and travelogues as a topic, she could get closer to Miss Kentera, and she could stay for dinner after a little more talk.

Miss Daisy didn't get a hint from her mother, so she told the truth, "I haven't seen it." ”

Emma thought that the two could at least talk about Robinson Crusoe. But it doesn't matter if you don't have a common topic, just cultivate one. Emma invited, "Although the books here are not very rich, there are some unique collections, if Miss Smith is interested, let's go and see them together?"

Mrs. Smith immediately nodded secretly to her daughter. Daisy will definitely not be able to finish a book in the afternoon, so she can naturally borrow it when she leaves, and there will be a reason to come over next time.

Miss Daisy shyly agreed. "Okay, thank you. ”

Mrs. Smith shook her daughter's hand. "Miss Kentra must have great taste, listen to her recommendations. ”

At dinner time, Emma arrives at the table with a headache, followed by Miss Daisy, whose eyes are swollen with tears.

Mrs. Smith stood up in shock. "Oh my God, what's going on?"

Miss Daisy's cheeks flushed in embarrassment when she saw that everyone was looking at her, especially Mr. Darcy's gaze. "Sorry, I was rude. Saw a sad story in the afternoon"

Mrs. Smith took Miss Daisy into her arms: "Let everyone laugh, my poor little Daisy, she has been so kind and sentimental since she was a child, and she can't help but cry when she hears a sad song." ”

Of course, the gentlemen did not laugh at Miss Daisy for this, on the contrary, it showed that she was gentle and kind, and that she was a lovely lady.

After dinner, Mr. Smith praised the chef's skill.

Emma, Mrs. Smith, and Miss Daisy go to the living room first, and George, Mr. Smith, and Mr. Smith Jr. choose to stay for drinks and talk about some of the things that men like. Mr. Darcy has always been absent from this activity and will leave the dining room after the ladies get up. If it had been in the past, George would not have commented on it. But today was different, and he felt compelled to keep Mr. Darcy. Judging from the fact that all the newspapers he subscribed to were gone, Mr. Darcy was still interested in these topics, but he was thin-skinned and carried the shelves. "Fitzwilliam, won't you stay and chat with us?"

Mr. Darcy coldly refused: "No. ”

George winked at him. "What's the point of chatting with the ladies. By the way, if you're interested in those newspapers, I'll ask the servant to order another one. ”

He still had the face to mention the newspapers!!, Mr. Darcy glared at George sharply, and turned away without saying a word.