Circy was silent.

She looked at Darcy with a look of shock and bewilderment. She even suspected that this person had been possessed by something.

Seeing the girl in front of him widen her beautiful eyes, but not speak for a long time, Darcy actually repeated his words.

This time, Circy looked at him even more strangely.

It turned out that this person was really inviting her!

Circe actually wanted to reject him with the same reason he had given her before, but she couldn't bring herself to do so in the face of such a face.

She was not a person who was good with words, especially in such a delicate situation.

Receiving the little girl's subconscious gaze for help, Y'lisabet gave her a firm look and shook her head slightly.

Circy knew that Elizabeth supported her rejection.

Thus, the girl said straightforwardly, "No, I'm not good at dancing."

Circy felt that she was a little too cold, so she frowned and added, "Thank you for your kindness." She pursed her lips in satisfaction.

Elizabeth massaged her temples behind her back. She suddenly felt an indescribable sense of exhaustion.

Charlotte was so eloquent. Why was Circy so straightforward?

Darcy was also stunned for a moment. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.

There were very few ladies who rejected his invitation, but he had never seen such a straightforward one.

If this had happened to Miss Bennett, he would have thought that she was trying to embarrass him on purpose. However, when it came to this lady, all he had to do was look at her innocent eyes. He couldn't get angry at all.

Now he knew why she did not want to dance at the ball. Few men who had been rejected by her would have the willpower to do it again.

Miss Bentley heard the commotion and stopped playing the piano. She turned around, expecting to see Darcy walk away with a dark expression. She was thinking of what to say to provoke the ungrateful girl, but she saw that Darcy was not angry at all. He even returned to his seat with a smile.

Miss Bentley's face turned red with anger. However, the person in question did not react. She could not vent her anger. She swallowed the mocking words that were about to come out of her mouth. She glared at Circy and continued playing her piano.

However, when she heard the sudden increase in intensity of the piano, she could guess how angry she was.

Elizabeth was worried about Circy. Now that she saw Miss Bentley make a fool of herself, she felt happy.

She secretly gave Circy a look of praise. Circy was a little confused.

Was he praising her for rejecting him well this time?

Sure enough, she was right to say thank you at the end.

Circy looked at Darcy's faintly smiling face and was even more certain of her judgment.

In the future, when someone invited her to the ball, she would not forget to add this sentence.

Darcy's smile deepened when he saw that the girl was not affected in the slightest as she lowered her head to read her tome again.

Y'lisabet also saw this scene and frowned.

What's wrong with Mr. Darcy? Is he mad?

The night was inexplicably calm.

The Hesto couple and Mr. Bentley played their cards. Mr. Darcy wrote a letter to his sister. Circy and Elizabeth were happily reading books.

As for Miss Bentley, she played the piano all night.

Darcy offered to listen to some music, so she did not want to stop. Finally, when it was time to rest, her hands were shaking when she closed the piano lid.

Circy did not understand why she was so stubborn. She just thought she was stupid.

It was an open secret that Miss Bentley liked Mr. Darcy. Circy was not so stupid that she could not see it. But if it was not stupid to cause damage to her body for a man, what was it?

Could it be that she could get emotional reciprocation by being ruthless to herself?

Seeing Darcy leave so quickly, Circy pouted. She did not see it anyway.

— — —

Jane's recovery speed was really surprising.

Perhaps because she was accompanied by her two sisters, Jane recovered faster than Circy expected.

The three of them discussed and decided to stay for another day to stabilize Jane's condition. They then set off for home the next day.

The one who was most dissatisfied with this decision was probably Mr. Bentley. He wanted Jane to stay for a few more days, but he could not change the girls' minds no matter how hard he tried. In the end, he had to accept reality.

Although they were leaving tomorrow, Elizabeth had already packed up her things excitedly. She had been looking forward to leaving for a long time. Staying here made her uncomfortable.

Circy did not react much. She did not show any reluctance or eagerness to leave.

She just quietly sped up her reading and tried to finish the book in her hand before the end of the day.

When she got home, she would not have this kind of book to read. Sir Lucas was not interested in this kind of book, and the collection at home was pitifully small.

Collecting books was not a hobby that the average person could afford.

Circy and Elizabeth were upstairs with Jane, but they did not know that Miss Bentley was downstairs trying to make Darcy dislike Circy.

Over the past two days, Miss Bentley's jealousy of Circy had accumulated to such an extent that she was probably the person in the whole Netherfield who was most eager for them to leave.

She had some brains. She knew that if she said bad things about Circy behind her back, Darcy would only look down on her. So she said in a teasing tone, "You and Miss Lucas are bound to have a happy marriage." She also predicted what kind of happiness Darcy would be brought by this good match.

But she was not satisfied. She was afraid that Darcy would really think that she was saying blessings, so she hurriedly added.

"I hope that one day when good things happen, you will gently persuade your wife to change her temper. She seems to have no manners. You have to do your best to help her control it."

"Oh, and don't let anyone paint your wife's picture. Who in the world can draw her eyes so vividly?"

She said these words while walking with Darcy in the undergrowth.

She seemed to be proud of her joke, and could not help covering her mouth and laughing. But her eyes kept watching Darcy's face. It took her a lot of effort.

Darcy was a man of few words. Occasionally, he would make a comment or two, but it was impossible to tell what he was really thinking.

Inwardly, he agreed with the comment about Circy's eyes. There was no artist who could draw those colors.