Mr. Bentley was talking to Jane about the ball he had promised.

He was going to have the ball next month.

These words were suddenly overheard by Miss Bentley, who at once interposed, "So you are really going to hold a ball at Netherfield?"

She took a few steps closer to the two people. "Perhaps you should ask the opinion of the people here. Perhaps there are people here who think the dance is torture, not entertainment.

If there are no such people, you can blame me. "

"If you mean Darcy," said Mr. Bentley loudly, "then he can go to bed before the dance starts. Let him be.

The misunderstanding has been decided, and it has to be resolved. I'll send out the invitation when everything is ready. "

Huh?

Circy looked up slightly and diverted some of her attention.

She shifted her butt and whispered into Y'lisabet's ear, "Can you do that?"

"Do what?" Elizabeth stopped what she was doing and glanced at Circy suspiciously.

What was this little girl doing? She was so careful.

"That is, not going to the ball." Circy blinked. "Mr. Bentley said that I could." She pointed at Bentley not far away and nodded.

Elizabeth didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She couldn't help pinching the girl's little face.

How could there be such a naive girl?

She also lowered her voice and explained patiently, "Don't even think about it. If you don't say it, Sir Lucas will never let you not go." Seeing that Circy was about to retort, she gestured for her to finish. "Mr. Bentley is just an exaggeration. Mr. Darcy will still go.

As half the host, this is also a form of etiquette. "

Circy was completely deflated.

She had just turned the page when she happened to hear Mr. Bentley's words. She was full of joy and thought that she could finally ask for the ball — even if it was just this once. Who would have thought that she would be happy for nothing?

She then listlessly moved back to her original spot.

Darcy sat not far from the two sisters. He had thought of finding a seat further away from Miss Lucas, but he felt that it would be too deliberate, so he gave up on the idea.

Although the two of them had lowered their voices, he could still hear every word they said.

It was strange to say that Darcy, who seemed so absorbed in his study, was able to spare some attention to the conversation of the two sisters, when Miss Bentley was the one to engage him in conversation.

However, this person didn't notice it at all and was even pleased with himself. Sure enough, his self-control was amazing.

As soon as the sisters stopped talking, Darcy wanted to look up, but it would be too obvious. He forced himself to pretend to flip a page before doing so.

He got his wish and saw the little girl's disappointed look.

It was like a kitten whose fur was wet, turning from a fluffy ball into a wet and pitiful little thing.

He twisted his fingertips and remembered that he had seen Elizabeth pinch her face out of the corner of his eye. For a moment, he was a little eager to try.

At this time, he very much hoped to see the girl's eyes and see if there was a pitiful look in them.

Unfortunately, Circy had her head down and was reading again. She didn't notice the messy thoughts in the man's mind.

Darcy himself didn't realize how long he had been staring at someone. It was only when Circy felt his gaze and suddenly looked up that he trembled and awkwardly looked away.

Circe looked at him strangely. How could such a big man be so timid? She had only taken one look at him, and he seemed to be frightened.

Circy pursed her lips and shook her head. He was even more timid than Sandi.

Darcy, who hurriedly looked away, was naturally annoyed.

Miss Bentley was still talking about the ball. She even proposed to change the routine of the ball and use conversation instead of dancing.

Even Bentley didn't want to continue to pay attention to her.

She was being ignored, especially when she found that her words didn't attract Mr. Darcy's attention. She looked for another way.

There might be nails in the chair where Miss Bentley was sitting.

She had only been seated for a short time, when she rose again, and began to walk up and down the room, with a deliberate intention of showing off her graceful figure to Darcy.

It was a pity that Darcy was single-mindedly focused on reading his book, or rather, he was forcefully restraining himself. Thus, she could only waste her efforts.

However, if she gave up so easily, she wouldn't be Miss Bentley. She hesitated for a moment, then called Circy.

"Miss Lucas, I advise you to learn from me and walk around the room.

I tell you, after sitting for so long, walking around will refresh you. "

Circy, who was suddenly called out, felt very innocent.

Sure enough, Miss Bentley was in a rare good mood at dinner, and now she was reverting to her old ways.

But Circy had no intention of accompanying her to walk around the room in silly circles.

In fact, she couldn't understand the real meaning of this.

If it was a walk, wouldn't the garden be a better choice?

If it wasn't a walk … like the monkeys in the circus?

Circy decisively refused. "This book is very good. I'm already refreshed by reading it. Why don't you invite your sister?

I don't think Mrs. Hurstow would refuse. "

After saying this, she paused for a few seconds. Seeing that Miss Bentley didn't respond, she took it as acquiescence to her proposal, and bowed her head again.

She was getting more and more considerate. She had learned to find excuses to refuse. Charlotte would be very happy if she knew.

Environment makes people grow.

Circy sighed quietly in her heart.

She didn't know that Miss Bentley didn't say a word because she was choking on her words.

Look at what she's reading?

The Industrial Revolution?

Was this a book that a lady would read?

She was reading such a book and even made up such a lie to mock her!

Sure enough, she's a vulgar country bumpkin!

Miss Bentley's chest heaved up and down a few times. She forced herself to calm down and walked back to sit down like a gust of wind.

Because of anger, the skin on her cheekbones was flushed red.

Elizabeth wanted to laugh, but she forced herself not to lose her composure on the spot.

She was clever enough to know in a moment the cause of Miss Bingley's anger.

It was because she knew that she found it all the more ridiculous.

This person was ignorant and thought that everyone was the same. She deliberately set everything to her own standards of a lady. It was really funny.