It was amusing to see Miss Bentley unable to utter a single word with a mocking smile on her face, especially when she covered her mouth and widened her eyes in horror.

She tried to open her mouth in vain, but no sound came out of her throat. Her face turned red, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.

Miss Bentley was so anxious that she was about to cry. She helplessly scratched her throat, and her reaction didn't seem to be fake. Mrs. Hurstow and Mr. Bentley both looked flustered.

Mrs. Hurstow, in particular, looked like she was about to scream for a doctor, but she still managed to maintain her noble demeanor.

Darcy, who was coming down from upstairs with a letter, was also attracted by this scene.

Mrs. Hurstow held Miss Bentley's hand and asked in a shrill voice, "Carolyn, what's wrong with you?

Don't scare me! "

"I can't speak!"

Miss Bentley almost cried out, but then she was stunned. She blankly rubbed her neck, and her expression looked like she was crying and laughing at the same time. "I, I can speak again?"

Circy, who knew when to stop, narrowed her eyes and secretly curled her lips, like a little fox who had succeeded in stealing a fish.

Darcy happened to catch her smile in the blink of an eye and was slightly taken aback.

Could it be … No, how could it be? She was just an ordinary country girl, how could she have such ability?

Darcy shook his head, and secretly laughed at himself for having such a ridiculous idea.

Mrs. Hurstow patted Miss Bentley, and looked angry. "Carolyn, how could you make such a joke? It's too rude!" She looked so angry that she forgot that everyone was standing around.

Mr. Bentley also thought that this was a self-directed joke by Miss Bentley, although he was a little doubtful. After all, according to his sister's character, she would never do such a thing. But if she really lost her voice at that moment … who would believe it?

Therefore, the good old Bentley put on a rare stern face. "Carolyn, you really shouldn't have done that."

She had been taught a lesson by her own brother and sister, and in front of those two women and … Mr. Darcy!

Miss Bentley thought again about her ungraceful appearance just now, and her face turned red with shame, but she couldn't say anything to defend herself.

She knew that continuing to explain would only have the opposite effect.

This was also why Circy dared to be so brazen.

People in this era hated witches, and most people would catch witches, but most people were unwilling to believe that witches would appear around them.

Those who were particularly beautiful would be regarded as witches, those who were particularly gloomy and introverted would be regarded as witches, and those who wore strange clothes would be regarded as witches. If there was any natural disaster or man-made disaster, they would pull someone out as a shield.

But Circy?

She didn't have a coquettish and cheap face, and she also went out and about every day. She also wore decent clothes, and could even be said to be plain and simple. Lang Boen had always been calm and peaceful, so who would think that she was a witch?

Especially with such a mischievous interlude, no one would even think of the possibility of witches!

Miss Bentley was very well-behaved for a period of time.

This allowed Elizabeth and Circy to quietly pick out a book to read.

Mr. Bentley was very attentive, and he led the two to a table with a few books in the room.

He even planned to go to the study and take out all his books, so that they could choose carefully.

"I wish I had more books, but I'm a lazy man. I don't have many books, and even fewer have read." He laughed at himself. "It would be great to have a library like Darcy's!" He turned to praise his friend.

Darcy looked up and said, "What's so strange about that? It's the result of several generations."

"And you've bought a lot of books for yourself. I always see him buying books." Bentley seemed to admire his friend very much. "I'm far from it!"

"I have a life like this, so naturally I can't neglect the library at home." Darcy said this and went back to writing.

Although there weren't many books, the two women didn't really intend to hold a book and study it carefully. They were satisfied to have a book to pass the time.

Elizabeth took Gulliver's Travels, but Circy chose a book about the industrial revolution.

Bentley watched her choose the book he bought purely for decoration, and even looked at Circy with a little admiration.

Compared to those novels, of course, the science and technology books attracted Circy's attention more. She was still very interested in the level of science and technology in this era.

Fortunately, Bentley's expression collapsed, and he only sighed sincerely. "You're really amazing. I've only seen Darcy read this type of book." And himself?

Don't joke. Why would he want to make things difficult for himself?

These words attracted everyone's attention, but Circy was very calm. She sat down in a chair with the book in her arms.

Miss Bentley stared at her, snorted softly, but didn't say anything.

Darcy looked at her, quite surprised. He always thought that these young ladies only read boring romance novels, or vocal music, painting, and dancing.

After a few rounds of cards in silence, Miss Bentley regrouped, but this time she mainly stared at Darcy and tried to talk to him.

"Miss Darcy has grown a lot since spring, right?

She'll grow to be as tall as me in the future, right? "She said this to show Elizabeth and Circy that she was close to Darcy.

It was quite a low-level trick. Elizabeth looked away from the book and curled her lips.

Circy didn't understand the meaning at all. She sincerely thought that Miss Bentley was a model of finding things to talk about.

Darcy had to stop writing and look up. "I think she will.

She's as tall as Miss Bennett now, I'm afraid she'll be a little taller. "

"I really want to see her again!

I've never met anyone I like so much.

She's good-looking, polite, and so versatile at such a young age. She plays the piano really well. "

It was clear that Miss Bentley didn't want to let Darcy go so easily. Even Circy could hear the flattery in her words.

She's so noisy.

Circy thought to herself. Her voice was sharp, as if she were trying to squeeze out a kind of artificial sweetness.

Bentley was quick to respond. He was never stingy with his praise of young ladies. "It really surprises me. Young ladies seem to be so versatile.

They can decorate tables, decorate screens, weave money bags.

I've never seen one who doesn't know how to do everything. "