It was clear that the door to the terrace had been deliberately locked. Both Emma and Mr. Darcy wondered who had done this, and had the servant locked the door without hearing the voices inside and thinking that there was no one inside?

In fact, the person who locked the door was Mr. Wickham. His plan to seduce Emma has failed, and Georgiana as an alternative is probably going to be difficult to get by. Several creditors approached police officers and demanded severe punishment for Mr. Wickham. Mr. Wickham managed to sneak out while it was getting dark. He wanted to come and ask Mr. Darcy to help him pay off his debts, and although he hated Mr. Darcy's arrogant attitude, he couldn't care about it at this time.

Entering the gates of Bloomberg, Mr. Wickham saw Mr. Darcy hurrying towards a small building as he walked inside. Mr. Wickham grew up in Bloomberg and knew there was a terrace to admire the night sky, but Mr. Darcy rarely went. This anomaly caused Mr. Wickham to quietly follow instead of saying hello. Then he heard Mr. Darcy's confession to Emma. Wickham thought about it for a long time and always felt that it could not be such a coincidence, there must be someone behind the manipulation, but there are too many objects to be suspicious, such as the family members of several young ladies he once devoted to, or the creditors he once owed money to, or the enemies with whom he usually dislikes each other. Originally, George was the most suspicious, but if it was him, it was unlikely that he would not accompany Emma to a place where danger might happen. He didn't do anything to Georgiana now, and Mr. Darcy had no reason to trouble him. But hearing Mr. Darcy's confession to Emma, Mr. Wickham suddenly realized. It turned out that it was Mr. Darcy who was the one who did it, because Mr. Darcy was jealous of his proximity to Emma, so he wanted to use this method to get rid of him, and by the way find an excuse for the marriage proposal.

Mr. Wickham gritted his teeth angrily, and his eyes rolled to the idea of revenge, and he locked the door to the terrace, so that whether Emma agreed or not, and found that the door to the terrace was locked, he must have thought that Mr. Darcy was worried that the proposal would not be successful. Mr. Wickham accidentally made a noise while locking the door, which Emma heard, and he was startled and hurried away.

Emma did not misunderstand that this was Mr. Darcy's behesitation, as he thought, and that she did not care about it now, and the most important thing was to go out as much as she could. Emma feared that no one would know they were here, and that they might be locked up for the night, and that the next morning things would be unexplained. Mr. Darcy felt that Georgiana did not know what he was coming to do, and must have gone to bed after speaking, and the rest of the thoughts were the same as Emma's.

Emma and Mr. Darcy made a gesture at the same time: leaning in and looking out. But this small building is very remote, and few people come if they don't want to enjoy the starry sky, and no one is interested in this tonight. For some reason, the servant never appeared, so both of them saw that their eyes were sour, and they didn't see half a figure.

At this time, it would be too dull to talk about the image. Emma took a deep breath, put her hands to her lips, and shouted, "Is there anyone?

Mr. Darcy wanted to measure the distance from the terrace to the ground with his eyes, but it was difficult to get a definite result from such a bird's eye. The terrace was on the second floor, and Mr. Darcy felt that although it was a bit high, there was not much risk in jumping off. He moved his wrist.

Emma perceives Mr. Darcy's intentions. Although she didn't want to talk to him, she couldn't watch him break his leg. "Wait a minute. "This terrace is specially built, the structure is different from the average house, although it is considered a second floor, the height should not be the same as the ordinary second floor. It's just a normal second floor jump, but if the terrace is equivalent to the third floor or higher, it will be dangerous.

Mr. Darcy stopped.

Emma looked left and right, spun around the chair, and then cast her eyes on her shoes, hesitated, and finally removed a decorative bell. Emma couldn't do it herself, so she had to say with a straight face: "Please do this." ”

Mr. Darcy did as Emma said, holding the bell flat out of the terrace, and let go of Emma as she signaled, and soon the bell rang downstairs. Emma withdrew her right hand on her left wrist to take her pulse and roughly calculated the height based on gravitational acceleration and falling time: "Eight to ten meters." Eight to ten meters was more than three stories high at the time, and it was likely that he would be injured if he jumped, so Mr. Darcy had to give up the idea of jumping down to find someone.

Emma knocked on the door with her fingers, and her voice was dull, and the result of such a thick solid wooden board was not to kick the door open, but to break the foot. So how about a different way of thinking, "What about locks?"

Mr. Darcy understood what Emma meant. "I can't knock it off. "The door and the lock are very strong, otherwise why wouldn't he have chosen to hit the door and try to jump down and find someone at a riskier level?

Emma sighed. Actually, she had another way, but Mr. Darcy was here for her to use inconveniently. The autumn night was already a little chilly, and a gust of wind blew, and Emma sneezed.

Mr. Darcy silently took off his coat and handed it to Emma. He took off his vest and left only a shirt, and besides, Emma was still angry, so he shook his head and refused. Mr. Darcy did not take his clothes away, and stared at Emma without speaking, as if Emma would remain in this position until he did not put it on. Emma refused twice without a response, and looked up into Mr. Darcy's gaze, trying to tell Mr. Darcy that her determination was strong. The eyes of the two intertwined in the air, flashing with crackling sparks. Emma's eyes were sour, and she finally couldn't help blinking, and her face couldn't stop it. "Forget it. She took the coat and draped it over her body, and it still had Mr. Darcy's body temperature on it, and Emma, who had warmed up a lot, was in a better mood.

Emma's apparent relaxation gave Mr. Darcy courage. "Did what you just say come from sober thinking?"

Emma nodded earnestly. "Yes, I swear it's not a momentary outrage. There is nothing wrong with my brother's ability, maybe he is not as proficient as me in terms of investment, but he is by no means as incompetent in terms of politics as he appears to be on the outside. I did that partly for the sake of the Kentra family, and partly for myself. I don't think what I'm doing is something I shouldn't be involved in. Perhaps most people think that a lady only needs to be able to know art, literature, and obedience to her husband, but I don't think so. I will never depend on others, and the value of my life can never be realized by another person, whether it is investment or politics, it is a means to realize the value of my life. I thank you very much, but I'm sorry. I couldn't agree more with one of your points: marriage is a choice for the future of life. Obviously, we plan our lives very differently in the future. ”

Emma's attitude was calm and earnest, but Mr. Darcy's heart was heavier, and the calmer Emma was, the more clearly he felt that there was no hope in the matter. "I didn't expect that. Mr. Darcy didn't know what to say, and repeated it again. "I didn't expect that. ”

Emma didn't know what to say, so she stood silently. Mr. Darcy's feelings were never exposed, except when he had just proposed, and now he had buried all his deep and intense emotions in his heart, and stood quietly on the other side of the terrace.

Emma couldn't bear it, and found a topic to distract Mr. Darcy: "I've figured out a way to get out." I tore the overskirt into strips of cloth and joined them into a long rope so I could go down to find someone to pick the lock. ”

Yes, getting out of the terrace is the priority. Mr. Darcy thought for a moment, it was an awkward approach, but it was better than finding the two of them spending the night on the terrace early tomorrow morning. But he couldn't make Emma tear her skirt, and he couldn't let Emma climb down. "I will go down and tear my coat. ”

Emma thought about it, it was acceptable not to wear a coat, but it was indeed strange not to wear a cover-up. "Your Hand"

Mr. Darcy twirled his wrist. "No problem. ”

The two agreed, but there was always a gap between the facts and the plan. First, the coat is very thick and the material is easy to tear. Second, it was not long enough to tear Emma's skirt into strips of cloth and connect it to a long rope. Although Emma's calculations were enough at first, she didn't take into account the material, and the goverh couldn't be torn into thin strips.

Mr. Darcy had never faced such a difficult choice in his life. Emma's gowns have been torn, and if he gives up halfway, tomorrow Mr. Darcy and Emma without a gown, are found to have spent the night on the terrace, and the matter is even more inexplicable, but if his shirt is torn, he will be naked in front of Emma.

Emma very consciously handed the coat to Mr. Darcy, then turned to cover her eyes. Mr. Darcy hesitated for a long, long time, until Emma sneezed again, and then made up his mind, took off his shirt, and put his coat on. The coat was open, exposing □□ chest without a shirt, and Mr. Darcy was very uncomfortable in pulling at his clothes, trying to cover his body as much as possible, in a state that seemed to him no different from being naked*, except that he had never been seen in this way in the presence of others in his early childhood. But in its current form, he no longer regretted it.

Mr. Darcy tore his shirt into strips of cloth so that the rope was long enough.

Emma stopped when she heard the tearing sound, turned her back and said, "It's inconvenient for you to go down like this, so I'd better go down." ”

No one knew better than Mr. Darcy that his image could not be seen, but how could Emma be allowed to do such a dangerous thing? No matter what Emma said, Mr. Darcy did not say a word, silently fixed the long rope, and then grabbed the rope and slid down.

Emma kept an eye on the rope until Mr. Darcy's voice came from below and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Darcy shouted, "I'm all right," and prepared to sneak back to his room under the cover of night, avoiding the servants, to find a suit to put on, and to get the keys to the terrace. He was too optimistic. At the first corner, he was met by a shocked Georgiana.

Why is Georgiana here at this time? It's a long story, Georgiana was surprised and sad in the afternoon, and fell asleep from crying, and when Mr. Darcy came back and heard that she was in a bad mood, he went to see her once, and Georgiana was woken up and heard a conversation between the maid and Mr. Darcy.

"Miss Kentler was with her all the time in the afternoon. ”

"She left in the evening?"

"Yes, she told me to look at the young lady and go to the little building with the terrace to find her. ”

Georgiana walked barefoot to the window, and when she saw Mr. Darcy hurrying towards the small building, she was relieved that her brother finally knew that he had worked hard. She feared that someone would disturb Mr. Darcy and Emma, and told the butler to tell the servants not to go near the little building. That's why Mr. Darcy and Emma waited a long time for the servant to pass by. However, there were still servants who heard Emma's cry and couldn't make up their minds for a while, so they didn't go directly to the small building, but ran to tell Georgiana first. Georgiana felt that something was wrong, on the one hand, she was worried that something had happened to Emma, and on the other hand, she was worried that Emma did not like her brother, and that if the two did not get married in the end, the servant would find out that it was not good for the two to meet on the terrace in the evening. So Georgiana wanted to come over in person.

If Georgiana had come over then, there would have been no embarrassment afterwards. But when Mr. Wickham had locked the door, he felt that he could not slip back, or he would have told the janitor that he wanted to see Mr. Darcy, and then he had snuck away, wouldn't that be a fool of himself? Mr. Wickham defines the events of the day as a premeditated frame-up, and assures Georgiana with sincerity that she is innocent. Georgiana was innocent but not stupid, and in the afternoon she was shocked and worried, and could barely think, and when she calmed down, she thought that Mr. Wickham had not necessarily failed to do these things. She did not want to see Mr. Wickham at this time, but Mr. Wickham looked pitiful, and Georgiana could not bear it anymore, and comforted him for a while.

Georgiana, who came in a hurry, never expected to see such a scene.