Seeing the girl in front of him reveal a vexed expression and shift her gaze away uneasily, Darcy didn't know why he found it a little funny.

Perhaps it was because the first impression was too strong that he found it amusing to see her like this.

Thinking of their first encounter, Darcy could not help but glance at her eyes.

Was it an illusion?

Why did it feel like her eyes were blue this time?

His gentlemanly demeanor made him look away quickly, and he suppressed this little doubt in his heart.

Circy did not notice Darcy's momentary absent-mindedness. She was anxious to think of something to say to avoid this damn topic.

"Here, emmmm, the scenery here is very good," Circy said with difficulty. She quickly glanced around and saw that the scenery was indeed passable. She was relieved and nodded to affirm her point of view. After that, she spoke much more smoothly, "Yes, it's very suitable for a walk. I often come here for a walk." She raised her head slightly, her eyes shining brightly.

So!

I!

Absolutely!

Am not catching lizards!

Darcy's mouth twitched slightly. He looked at the girl in front of him who looked guilty and tried to hide something. He could not help but raise his hand to cover his mouth and coughed softly.

Judging from her expression, he knew that she had no idea how bold her words were.

Circy saw that he had no intention of responding. She then realized how dry the two sentences she had just squeezed out were.

But this time, silence once again grabbed her, and Circy could not say anything.

Darcy knew that he had been silent for too long, and it was very impolite, but he felt as if he was being strangled. He really did not know how to respond to those two sentences.

So he decided to pretend that he did not hear anything and skip over, "I'm sorry to disturb your mood. I'll take my leave first." Yes, that's right.

Darcy secretly sighed, bowed again, turned around, and led the horse away.

He looked a little hurried.

Circe stared at him for a while before she finally sighed and pressed down her hand that was itching to move.

It was too much of a fuss to use a memory search spell over such a trivial matter. It was a very violent spell.

Thinking of this, she sighed dejectedly.

She had been living like this all these years, and no one had ever seen anything wrong with her. Yet, this was the second time she had bumped into someone like this!

Could it be that she was his nemesis?

Unfortunately, she had never been interested in divination. Now, she couldn't even do it.

Circy was no longer in the mood to continue catching lizards. She crouched down and gently wrapped her arms around Cassandra's neck, burying her face in the soft soft fur on her neck.

Cassandra lay down obediently, her wet nose rubbing against her master's arm.

"Sandi …"

— — —

On the way home, Circy was inevitably a little listless. Charlotte looked at her sister's rare appearance and came over worriedly. She took her hand and pulled her to a chair to sit down.

"Circy, what happened?" Charlotte leaned forward slightly, looking concerned.

Of course, she couldn't tell Charlotte about her worries about her identity being exposed, so Circy just shook her head and smiled at her sister. "It's just that I think I'll have to find another place in the future …" She shrugged in annoyance. "You know, Netherfield has been rented out."

“

Charlotte's expression softened. She rubbed the top of her sister's head and comforted her. "It can't be helped."

Sir Lucas came back before dinner. He seemed to be in a good mood, as if a big deal had been settled. "Girls, good news!"

He strode over, looking high-spirited. "Mr. Bentley will return the day after tomorrow. We're the first batch!"

"Madam!

You must prepare well! "He turned his face and shouted again.

"Ha!

The Bennett family is also very active! "

Sir Lucas took off his coat and sat down, looking a little indignant. "His eldest daughter is indeed …"

He realized that he had misspoken and quickly stopped talking. His expression gradually improved. "But we're the first family that Mr. Bentley will return to. That's right." He nodded contentedly. "People of our status …" He started talking again.

The sisters looked at each other and exchanged a helpless smile. Charlotte could maintain her composure and listen to the long-winded speech that had been repeated countless times, but Circy couldn't sit still.

She quickly found an excuse to leave the living room.

It seemed that she shouldn't come out before dinner.

— — —

Unfortunately, it seemed that the preparations that Sir Lucas had instructed his dear madam to make were in vain.

Mr. Bentley was going to the city.

He didn't visit any of the other families, which made Sir Lucas feel a little better.

"He must have gone to London to invite his noble friends!" Sir Lucas speculated. "It seems that our ball is very important to him."

Circy shrugged disapprovingly.

But she put on a smile to deal with her father, who was trying to salvage his dignity.

Mrs. Lucas was convinced of this conjecture. She even passed it on to her sisters, such as Mrs. Bennett.

After all, any news that reached Mrs. Bennett's ears was known to all of Longborn.

Now she knew where the fake news came from, and how it changed from day to day.

Circy pursed her lips.

Mr. Good Samaritan, well, he was probably going to change his name to Mr. Bad Samaritan, Circy thought angrily, but she was a little curious.

She and Mr. Bentley had been together when they had talked about the lease, and she had run into him by accident. But no one seemed to have seen him when they visited.

His whereabouts were really erratic.

Soon, the young ladies who had received the "news" could no longer sit still.

They were talking about the friends that Mr. Bentley was going to invite from London, whom they had not even seen.

It was said that Mr. Bentley was going to bring seven men and twelve women. The rumours were so real that the young ladies were a little alarmed.

With so many female guests from the upper class, wouldn't they all be outshone?

This unfounded tension lasted until the day before the ball.

The news changed again, and Mr. Bentley was bringing only six ladies, five of whom were his own sisters and one of whom was a cousin.

Circe was dismissive of this so-called accurate information.

She didn't care about the ball from beginning to end. She wouldn't consider any of the young men from Longbourn. Not to mention, this newcomer didn't meet her criteria for a spouse at all.

Not to mention the gentleman who seemed to have made an appearance at the wrong time.

But Mrs. Lucas and Charlotte wouldn't let her off the hook.