Detective Mary

Chapter 27

In all fairness, it was obvious to everyone that Mr. Bingley would never want to leave Netherfield Hall. What kind of a person would move away in the twinkling of an eye, after having just exchanged feelings with his beloved?

But the reality of the situation did not allow Mr. Bingley to focus on his feelings.

With someone trying to sabotage his investment business, it's the end of the year, the busiest time of year in the factory. It was more important to track down the culprits and take care of his investments.

Without his factory and his capital, how could he afford to marry the beautiful Miss Jane Bennet?

So, having conveyed Mr. Holmes's clue, the next day Mr. Bingley came to his door again. And this time it was much more solemn, he came to say goodbye, and so Mr. Bingley's two sisters came with him to Longbourn.

"The suddenness of the event," spoke Mr. Bentley, with the utmost reluctance, "obliged me to take my leave first, but it was only a temporary practice."

The words were addressed to Mr. Bennet, but Mr. Bingley could not stop his eyes from glancing at Jane.

Mr. Bennet nodded, "You're free to come and go as you please, and you don't have to tell me when you're leaving Netherfield Hall."

Mrs. Bennet was anxious to hear this.

How can this be? Mr. Bentley had confessed his love to Jane, and after that he should have entered into discussions about the wedding. And now there's been an accident.

At this moment, Mrs. Bennet really hated those bad people who tried to manipulate the market. Although she did not understand what the market is not the market, but the simple reason Mrs. Bennett still understand - everyone like Mr. Bentley to be a good and decent people is not good, have to engage in what shady and nasty means?

"And when will you be back, Mr. Bingley?" Mrs. Bennet asked impatiently.

"I think about three or four months," Mr. Bentley replied, "and I'll be as soon as I can."

"As soon as possible indeed."

Mrs. Bennet grumbled rather resentfully, "Jane will be gossiped about if she's gone too long. What if people think she's been abandoned by you?"

Elizabeth: "Mother!"

Elizabeth was afraid of what she might say to her mother, Mrs. Bennet, and was always on tenterhooks, but she did not expect her to say it!

How could Jane lose face if she said that? What would Jane's face be if she did not know how much she hated her marriage, and that the ladies at Bingley's were not to despise her?

But the good-natured Mr. Bentley did not care, for he was now more anxious than Mrs. Bennet.

"I will," so Mr. Bingley promised sincerely, "and when I return I will confer with Jane ...... about the wedding."

Jane sniffed, and her pretty face flushed a bright red. When she bumped into Mr. Bentley's line of sight, she hurriedly looked down, but the corners of her mouth gently rose, revealing a sweet smile.

It's so nice.

Mary couldn't help but rejoice herself when she saw Jane's happy look - she was happy for Jane from the bottom of her heart, the kindest and most beautiful big sister and her lover had become a couple, saving unnecessary tosses and misunderstandings, and the happiness of her life was close at hand, was there anything better than that?

She did not believe that Miss Bingley would be able to do anything to break up her brother's marriage.

Thinking so, Mary also raised a smile with her, "Then won't we wait until the beginning of spring, and then we can have our wedding!"

Jane snapped, "Mary!"

And then Mr. Bingley, after a few more words with Mr. Bennet, went straight up to Jane, and talked to her in an eager and unobtrusive manner.

While this was going on, Miss Bingley, who was bored, suddenly approached Mary.

With a polite smile still on her face she walked up to Mary, her tone intimate, "I'm really a bit sad to part with you, after these short days together, I think you're really an awesome girl."

Or not!

Mary spoke indifferently, "There'll be plenty of days to see you again, won't there?"

Miss Bentley: "That's true."

With that she took Mary's hand and lowered her voice like a good sister and said furtively, "It's a pity Mr. Darcy has to leave with us, but don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you in front of him before he sees more talented women in London and forgets about you."

Mary: "......"

She's wrong, the way Ms. Bentley treats her "love interest" isn't like an adolescent middle schooler, it's like an elementary schooler.

However, since we are going to separate.

For the sake of the fact that although her intentions were not very good, she had actually provided a lot of "help" when she was writing, Mary thought it would be better not to bully her.

So she stared in mock surprise, "Put in a good word for me with Mr. Darcy for what?"

"Don't pretend to be confused," Miss Bingley teased, "I can't understand what you're thinking?"

"What?"

"It's not an unseemly thing to have a crush on Mr. Darcy, lots of ladies like him."

"Huh?"

Mary feigned bewilderment, "I like Mr. Darcy, where did you hear that? Don't ever listen to rumors, Miss Bingley, I only talk to Mr. Darcy because he's friends with Sherlock Holmes!"

Miss Bingley: "............"

Miss Bentley, who was trying to sympathize with the enemy's "friendship", froze at the words, blinked, and then understood.

--She blinked, and then realized!

It wasn't just Mary Bennet who was eager to help when the burglars broke into Netherfield Manor at the time, it was Elizabeth Bennet, too.

Thinking of Mr. Darcy's attitude, it dawned on Miss Bingley that it wasn't Mary he was after at all, but her loquacious sister!

Realizing this, she felt her cheeks burn as if they were exploding and becoming hot. Mary, on the other hand, looked as if she had not noticed, and even took Miss Bingley's hand warmly: "As you are going to London, you may meet Mr. Holmes, and you must ask him how he is, and write to me, and don't forget to do so!"

Miss Bingley looked like she wanted to pull her hand back, she was so embarrassed that she almost wanted to turn away.

Hearing Mary's words, she snapped back to her senses and forcefully responded, "Uh, well, naturally, I naturally, I naturally would!"

Geez.

Mary laughed inwardly at the way she fumbled and averted her eyes, blushing so red she was catching up with Jane but still trying to keep her composure.

It was a pity that Mr. Darcy really had no idea what he thought of her, but there was no use in harboring girlish thoughts and jealousy.

Mary also did not forget to add a bad eye, "Then this is our two secrets, can not tell others Oh, I think you are a good friend before telling you!"

She said this in a sincere tone, and a heartfelt gesture, called Miss Bentley even more guilty, hate to find a crack in the ground.

"I I I I, I promise you!"

Miss Bentley coughed lightly a few times, finally finding her normal tone, "It's our secret, I won't forget it."

After saying that, she left Longbourn with her elder brother in a lumbering manner.

This departure, however, could be very different indeed from the original.

With Mr. Bentley's promise, not only was Mrs. Bennet contented, but the whole of Longbourn was the better for it.

Even Elizabeth's unceremonious rejection of Collins' confession and Mr. Collins' proposal to Elizabeth's best friend, Charlotte, do not affect Mrs. Bennet's mood at all.

This joyous atmosphere is maintained until Christmas.

Every year at Christmas time, Mrs. Bennet's brother, Mr. Gardner, would come from London with his wife to Longbourn as a guest, and this year was no exception.

As soon as she met the Gardners, Mrs. Bennet gave a colorful account of how sweet Mr. Bingley and Jane were, and how they couldn't wait to write every day to ease the pain of their longing, so much so that Jane blushed and even asked her mother to stop.

The gentle and intelligent Mrs. Gardiner was particularly fond of these nieces, and when she saw Jane blushing, she couldn't help laughing and saying, "That's a good thing."

Jane blushed, "Mom is exaggerating."

Elizabeth, "That's not true, on the sidelines, dear, I do think mommy said it kinda euphemistically."

Jane: "You and Mary are just getting too close to each other and becoming more and more like her."

Mary:?????

Mary, who was sitting next to Elizabeth, was not happy to hear this and couldn't help but be petulant: "Where is the resemblance to me, if I were to make fun of you, do you think you would still be able to sit here in a good mood? Long ago shy to run away!"

Jane froze, immediately lost laughter.

Mrs. Gardner, seeing several unmarried girls laughing and joking, inevitably took on a loving look. Jane's love and fondness hanging in the face, who can not see it?

She thought for a moment and spoke directly, "If so, why don't you come with us to London for a while after Christmas, so that you can meet with Mr. Bentley and relieve the pain of longing while also changing your mood."

Elizabeth: "That's a good idea! But I do think ......"

Mrs. Gardner: "What?"

Elizabeth's eyes flickered and landed on Mary.

She put on a mysterious, stern face, "Jane is not the only one suffering from lovesickness, ma'am, and it would be wise to bring an additional young lady to keep Jane company after Christmas."

Mrs. Gardiner sniffed in wonder, "Which other of my good nieces has a sweetheart in London?"

Mr. Bennet, on the contrary, understood.

He put down his paper in a rare moment, "Who Mary's sweetheart is I don't know; the 'city of the heart' must be London, no doubt; and you must take her away, so as to save me from being harassed by her, and having to buy what London newspapers and books are in vogue."

Mrs. Gardiner shook her head with a tolerant smile, "If that were so, wouldn't it have been better to have said so? Just wait until after Christmas and Jane and Mary will come back to London with us."

Mary: "......"

Wait?

It was only then that Mary, who had been rambling before, finally reacted to what they meant.

Was she going to be able to go to London? Is it that easy?