Mr. Darcy doesn't think Emma's actions are right, but he doesn't like to be emphasized. "Yesterday's situation was critical, and Miss Kentra had no choice but to do it. ”

Although Mr. Darcy was as expressionless as ever, Mr. Thomas could sense that he did not like the conversation he had just had. "Fitzwilliam, you seem to have misunderstood me, and in fact I admire Miss Kentra very much, for her courage and wisdom in saving herself and my most proud student. ”

Mr. Darcy knew that Mr. Thomas had no ill intentions, but he did not want to discuss the subject with Mr. Thomas, he had one more important matter. "I have a request, if anyone asks, please don't tell the truth. Miss Kentra and I were separated by servants escorting our departures, and it was a coincidence that we were in the same direction. She accidentally got separated from the servant, and happened to run into my cousin who needed to leave urgently, and I got the news to pick her up with you. ”

After encountering Mr. Darcy and Alwyn in London, Mr. Thomas once inquired about Emma and learned about her general experience, including the situation of her fiancé. Later, when Emma and Alwin broke off their engagement, Mr. Thomas had already left London, and he thought Emma was still engaged. In this case, it is best to hide it for the sake of Emma's reputation. Mr. Thomas simply agreed. "Of course, it's a well-intentioned cover-up. However, such a special situation would be understandable even if Miss Kentera's fiancé knew about it. ”

Mr. Darcy's face darkened slightly. "Miss Kentra has broken off her engagement this year. ”

Mr. Thomas paused for a moment. "That's a shame. So, what is the need to hide the truth?"

"For the honor of Miss Kentra. ”

Mr. Thomas was well aware of Mr. Darcy's integrity, but he did not expect Mr. Darcy's appearance in love to be the same, and he began to worry about Mr. Darcy's future. "Is this the result of a negotiation between you and Miss Kentra?"

"I'll talk to Miss Kentra later. Mr. Darcy felt that he and Emma had a tacit understanding on the matter, and that they only needed to discuss the details.

For the first time, Mr. Thomas's smiling face took on a stern expression. "Fitzwilliam, I don't approve of you doing this. You must know that the feelings of the ladies are very delicate. If Miss Kentra has a crush on you, but you unilaterally make such a decision, Miss Kentra will surely think that you have no feelings for her. Why don't I go and ask you for Miss Kentera's opinion."

"No need. For the first time, Mr. Darcy interrupted the teacher. It was at the hotel that he confronted Alvin that time that Mr. Thomas knew Emma and his feelings for her. "Miss Kentra will certainly agree to this. ”

Mr. Thomas doubted that Mr. Darcy's feelings were accurate. "The virtue of a lady is reserved. If I hadn't understood this, I might still be a bachelor by now. ”

"Nope. Mr. Darcy did not want to mention the failure of the proposal, but if he did not say it, he would not be able to convince Mr. Thomas of his judgment for a short time. In the unlikely event that Mr. Thomas did ask Emma's opinion over the lesser of two evils, Mr. Darcy said in a deep voice, "Miss Kentra rejected me, and I decided to give up. ”

"Oh, kid, please forgive me. Mr. Thomas was apologetic. Although there is only one side, he can feel that Emma is not the kind of young lady who uses her reserve to increase her value. A rejection is a rejection. "I'll ask the servant to take you to your room to change into a clean garment. ”

After Mr. Darcy left the study, Mr. Thomas sighed. It was a pity that he could sense that Mr. Darcy was genuinely in love with Miss Emma. Mr. Thomas threw these exclamations out of his mind, took out his letterhead, and prepared to write a text message inviting the familiar sheriff to come to his house.

Night gradually fell over the town of Drews. A room on the second floor of Mr. Thomas's house was still lit by candlelight.

"Dear brother. Emma stopped writing these words. There are many clues in this incident, and the strength of the parish police officers alone cannot catch those people in the shortest possible time, and it still requires George's action. But she was worried that George would overreact when he heard about it. It's not safe enough outside, and it's bad for George to come out rashly. She had thought that she would not be in danger, and that George would not be overly agitated even if he was angry. Unexpectedly, things turned out completely beyond imagination.

Emma imagined in her mind how George would react, and knocked on the table with her cheeks in anguish. Being preached and grounded is a trivial matter, and she worries about losing George's trust from now on. She took great pains and gradual steps to get George to ignore her gender and believe in her abilities, if it fell short

Emma dropped her pen and decided to take a walk downstairs to relax. In the living room, Emma saw an unexpected person. "Mr. Darcy?" Mr. Darcy had left the living room before she went upstairs, and she thought that Mr. Darcy was tired and needed to rest early, but she did not expect Mr. Darcy to return to the living room.

Mr. Darcy didn't expect to meet Emma either. "Miss Kentera. ”

After saying hello, the two were silent at the same time. Neither Mr. Darcy nor Emma, after that failed proposal at Bloomberg, did not expect to meet again so soon. Yesterday, the situation was critical, and everything except running for their lives was temporarily put aside, and at this moment, the two of them remembered that confession in unison, and they were both a little embarrassed.

In comparison, Emma was more open in terms of feelings, and she spoke first. "Do you have any urgent business these days?"

Mr. Darcy hesitated slightly, but chose to shake his head. "Nope. "Wickham might have gone farther if he had been delayed for a while, but now that the servants were scattered, and Emma would be staying at Mr. Thomas's house for some time for safety reasons, he could not leave Emma alone in such a strange place.

Emma breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. "Until all the prisoners have been arrested, Mr. Darcy had better not go out. "I'm really sorry to get you involved in something like this. "Speaking of which, since she and Mr. Darcy met, she and George had caused Mr. Darcy a lot of trouble. This time, for example, Mr. Darcy was in a hurry and was somehow involved in a kidnapping and murder.

"It's not your responsibility. "Since yesterday, Mr. Darcy has wanted to say thank you to Emma. As Emma once said, in order not to burden him, she rarely showed her dedication, and this time it was the same, Emma lightly skipped the process of turning back to save him, but he could probably guess what kind of danger Emma had experienced. Mr. Darcy bent down solemnly. "Thank you. ”

Emma was shocked at first, then deeply ashamed. "You have helped me selflessly, and besides, this matter started because of me, and if it were not for me, you would not be in danger at all. You don't have to be so polite. ”

The verbal thanks were too insignificant, and Mr. Darcy wished he could do something for Emma, and he noticed Emma's tangled expression as she walked down the stairs. "You look a little troubled. ”

Emma would not have been frank about her troubles before, but now that Mr. Darcy understands her nature, perhaps Mr. Darcy can get inspiration to write a letter? Emma let out a long sigh. "I'm writing to my brother and I don't know how to explain it to him. It would be bad if my brother stopped believing in my abilities because of my mistake in judgment this time, or overprotected me because of the danger this time. ”

Mr. Darcy still doesn't understand Emma's thoughts. "Isn't it good to live like a normal lady?"

Emma did not answer, but asked, "Why do you think this way of life is normal and correct, because everyone agrees with it?"

After that failed proposal, Mr. Darcy pondered the question. "No, I think it's right because it's reasonable. How each person lives depends on what he has been shaped into by God. Women have more delicate emotions and weaker bodies than men, so they are protected by men and learn art. Men are stronger than women and more gifted in fields other than the arts, so men become leaders and protectors in the country and family. Men and women have their own duties, so society has developed and people are happy in fulfilling their duties. Why go against the duties assigned to him to pursue what is not his own?" Mr. Darcy really couldn't understand, just as he couldn't understand why a duck had to be a race champion.

Emma knew that Mr. Darcy was not belittling women for fear of being threatened by their status, but that he was speaking of the consensus of all in this era. "So, in your eyes I am also weak and delicate, inferior to men in fields other than art?"

Under Emma's gaze, Mr. Darcy could not tell a lie. Before, he thought that Emma was just more intelligent, since Emma confessed to him, he sorted out what Emma had done since they met, and now he had to admit that Emma did have abilities that ordinary ladies did not have. "You were born with more talent than others. I don't think George will disbelieve in your abilities because of this, but given your recklessness this time, he will provide the necessary protection in the future. ”

It was not easy to get Mr. Darcy's praise. Emma laughed. "I thought I was just lucky enough to handle those things before, but this incident shows that I'm just not as good as a man. ”

Mr. Darcy did think this way when they first met, but now he doesn't think so.

With Mr. Darcy's affirmation, Emma calmed down a lot and went back to her room to continue writing. As soon as I sat down, there was a knock on the door outside. "Miss Kentera, may I come in?"

"Please come in. ”

The maid walked in and handed Emma a folded petticoat with both hands. "The clothes you asked me to boil in boiling water in the afternoon have been dried. Hot water has been prepared, do you want to bring it now?" "It turned out that there were nobles who lived in Mr. Thomas's house temporarily, and Emma was the most elaborate nobleman she had ever met, and asked her to wash her dirty petticoat and boil it in boiling water, saying that this would ensure that it would be clean.

Emma nodded in satisfaction. "Bring it now. "She has had too many action scenes in the past two days, and it is inevitable that she will bump into each other, and she has made a cut on her thigh before seeing Mr. Darcy. At that time, I simply dealt with it, wrapped the strips of cloth torn from the clean clothes a few times, and then there were too many things and I didn't have time to change the bandages. The wound was not bleeding or inflamed, and Emma was ready to secretly change the bandage herself, so as not to spread the influence of this little thing.

The maid quickly brought a basin of hot water. Emma told her to go out first, lifted her skirt and tuck it around her waist. The wound was not deep but long, the strips of cloth were soaked, and there was a dark brown stain of blood.

Emma carefully uncovered the layers of cloth that had hardened, and the innermost strip of cloth had been stuck to the wound with blood, and Emma couldn't get it off after repeated watering, so she could only tear off the strip of cloth with a ruthless heart, and blood suddenly gushed out. Emma tore the boiled petticoat to make a new bandage, and after cleaning the wound, wrapped the bandage on. After dealing with it, Emma was faced with an important question: what to do with the blood.

The maid knew she was hurt = Mr. Thomas knew = Mr. Darcy knew. Emma looked out the window and saw a small back garden, with no one around. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm forced to do it. Emma sincerely repented and poured the water down. After a while, the maid came to bring water, and she said that she had just seen a dark shadow outside the window, and she was frightened and subconsciously splashed the water. She had just escaped, and it was understandable that she was overreacting.

With this out of her mind, Emma continued to write back to her desk, and as soon as she picked up her pen and wrote a line, the light in the room gradually dimmed. Emma walked up to the candlestick and saw that the candle was about to burn out.

Tell the maid to change the candles, and let her take the tub away. Emma thought so, and before she could call someone, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

It should be the maid who came so late. The light of the candle could only cover a range of one or two meters, and the room was very dim, so Emma picked up the candlestick and walked to the door, wanting to hand it directly to the maid. She had just opened the lock, and with a crisp knock, the door opened.

Emma dodged and was knocked by the door, and fell to the ground, and the candlestick fell to the side. She looked up and saw a tall black figure appear in the doorway. "Tick, tick", I don't know what liquid keeps dripping from the black shadow's body.

A dark liquid flowed down the cracks in the floor to Emma. The candlelight was about to go out, only illuminating a small circle on the ground, and Emma could see the liquid on the ground through the faint light, redness, and a little fishy smell, it was blood!

Emma looked up stiffly and slowly. The tall black figure in the doorway reached out to her, and blood was still dripping from his fingertips. "Ken"

A scream pierced the silent night sky.