The day after Bennett's departure was no different from the day before.

The Bentley sisters went upstairs to see Jane, said a few words that one might say when seeing a sick person, and then put away their worried looks and went downstairs.

Jane was better than she had been the day before, and Circy felt that she would be able to get out of her room tomorrow.

It was just as boring after dinner.

The Hesto couple and Mr. Bentley were playing cards again. They were playing a different game today, but Elizabeth and Circy still showed no interest in joining in.

Miss Bentley did not play cards either. She was busy with Mr. Darcy, who was writing a letter, and did all she could to talk to him.

She either praised him for his fluency, or his neat handwriting, or his ability to write such a long and moving letter.

There was no end to the chatter, and Darcy's occasional reply seemed to encourage her to speak more and more enthusiastically.

Circy, who was reading, wanted nothing more than to seal the noisy young lady's mouth again.

At any rate, Mr. Darcy was at least patient, and it was a skill that he could stand the incessant chatter of this rank.

'I am very happy for Georgiana when I hear that she has made some progress with her harp. '

'Please do tell her how much I miss her. I look forward to seeing her again soon. '

'The pattern that Georgiana sent me to decorate the tea table is very beautiful. It is much more beautiful than the one I saw at Miss Grant's. Please do tell her how much I like it. '

Circy's page had been left unturned for a long time. She pressed the page with one hand and clasped the arm of the chair with the other. Her fingertips flicked a few times, and several spells took shape and dissipated in an instant.

Be patient, be patient. Do not quibble with an idiot.

Circy's face was wooden.

Fortunately, she was not the only one whose patience was being madly tested.

Darcy finally couldn't take it anymore. He had to stop writing, raise his head slightly, and politely decline, "Please allow me to save your love for the next letter. I've already written enough."

However, for Miss Bentley, Darcy talking to her was her biggest victory. She did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, she became more energetic. "Anyway, I'm going to see Georgiana next month. It's better if I talk to her in person."

She first paved a way for herself to step down and then started a new topic. "Why don't I help you fix your pen? You've been writing for a long time. I'm good at fixing pens!"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I usually fix it myself." The corners of Darcy's mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his head to write the letter again.

Perhaps Miss Bentley felt that Darcy had responded to her, so she glanced at Circy with a hint of smugness in her eyes.

No, I don't understand what you're so proud of.

Circy, who received the look, clenched her back molars expressionlessly.

Soon, Miss Bentley was not satisfied with just talking. She longed for a bigger stage to show off her skills, so she aimed at the piano not far away.

But she did not say that she wanted to play the piano. She looked at the piano again and again, as if unintentionally, until she succeeded in attracting Darcy's attention.

In fact, it was difficult for Darcy not to notice. The person in front of him had "I want to play the piano" written all over her face. She frequently turned her head, and she repeatedly mentioned things like "Is the room too quiet?". Darcy would be stupid if he did not know what she wanted to say.

Just as well, if Miss Bentley played the piano, he might be able to have some peace and quiet, so he happily said, "I wonder if you ladies can give me some music to listen to?"

"Oh, of course, of course."

Miss Bentley immediately answered. She obviously could not wait to show off, but she still pretended to invite Circy and Elizabeth. "Miss Lucas, your piano skills are superb. Why don't you go first?"

Circy stared at her slowly, imagining how angry the lady would be if she really went first.

Anyway, she could barely play the piano, and the tutor Sir Lucas had painstakingly hired was not able to dig out any useful artistic cells from Circy.

So she blinked and said, "My piano skills are nothing to be proud of," she said slowly, as if she was choosing the words to use. "So, you go first."

Her words were soft, and she did not do anything special, but Miss Bentley felt a chill on her back, as if she was being stared at.

But she just thought it was her imagination, and happily sat down on the piano stool. It was an Italian style song.

Mrs. Hesto stopped playing cards and got up to sing for her sister, as if determined to beat Circy and Elizabeth who were sitting there.

Miss Bentley, who sat on the piano stool, had no intention of coming down. After a few Italian songs, there was a lively Scottish dance song.

Circy did not care what she played. As long as she stopped talking, the atmosphere in the room was very good.

At least she could concentrate on her book again.

Y'lisabet also heaved a sigh of relief. Previously, Miss Bentley had been focusing on Darcy, and occasionally diverting her attention to Circe. She could not interject even if she wanted to. Now that Miss Bentley seemed to have calmed down, Y'lisabet turned her attention back to the worker in her hands.

From time to time, the two of them exchanged a few words in low voices, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

So when Mr. Darcy stood in front of Circy, Circy was very confused.

She was reading a book when two legs suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and to be honest, it was quite frightening.

"Miss Lucas, would you like to take advantage of this opportunity to dance a Scottish dance?" He not only stood in front of Circy, but also spoke.

Circy had to look from the book to the long-legged gentleman's face.

He was a little too tall, Circy thought to herself. She had to hold her head up so high without any imposing manner.

Darcy thought it was a good angle, and as he looked down, he felt the girl's eyes grow bigger and brighter, and his heart swayed with them.

Circy quietly straightened her back a little and leaned back until her back touched the back of the chair, trying not to look up so much.

Darcy watched her move, which she thought was subtle, and tried to press the corners of his mouth, but to no avail.

He did not mind that Circy did not speak for a long time, and that she was in a rare good mood.

When Circy finally adjusted herself, she belatedly reacted to Darcy's words.