Chapter 87 Daily Life of a Lady 1 Visiting an Old Friend

The big shot in front finally left, the passage began to be opened, and the crowd was quickly evacuated.

Reina couldn't help but feel bad for her master. She always seemed to be having trouble in her marriage and love life. Her first husband, Sir Lawrence, was a wolf with sweet words but a sharp tongue, and now her close friend, Mr. Lancaster, was hiding such a big secret.

Looking at the stiff, thin figure in front of her, Reina felt depressed.

She rushed forward, shook Heather's hand tightly, and said seriously in the surprised eyes of her master: "Madam, why don't we run away again!"

"Ah?" Heather looked at her sniffling and trying hard not to let her tears fall, and she felt like laughing at an inappropriate time: "What are you doing? Where are we going to escape to?"

In fact, Heather was not suffering as much as Lena thought.

After being in close contact with someone for such a long time, it was impossible for her to sentence Lancaster to death immediately just because of someone else's words.

She couldn't help but think of the stack of letter papers filled with notes in the study, and the countless times he had spent time and energy doing things for her. She thought he should at least have one chance to defend himself if he wanted to.

But not now.

The cleaning bill has been officially finalized, and masks are being produced steadily. She thinks that maybe she really needs some time to relax alone and find her own way of thinking in her original pace of life.

Reina's face was wrinkled and her eyebrows were drooped, as if she had encountered the most difficult problem in her life.

Heather couldn't help but tease her, "That guy's quite formidable, you see? He can find us anywhere we can go. What should we do, Reina? Why don't we flee back to France and seek refuge with the only son of the Lawrence family?"

"No, no! His mother will definitely make things difficult for you!" Reina suddenly had a good idea: "Hunsford!"

"What?" Heather was confused.

Lena was so excited that she stuttered. "We can go to Hunsford, to Mrs. Collins's house. I went there last time when I saw the greenhouse, so I know the exact location. Mrs. Collins is very grateful to you and has been telling me that she wants to invite you to visit the parsonage when you are free. Mr. Collins has also been very enthusiastic. I think he would be happy to have another respectable lady listen to him praise how comfortable and neat the house is."

This was a good idea. Lancaster didn't know Collins's exact address, so they could visit Charlotte and stay there for a week or two before returning to Longbourn to attend Jane's wedding, just as a way to relax.

"Then shall we set off tomorrow?" Heather unconsciously began to seek Lena's advice.

Reina shook her head: "Madam, don't you remember what you said before? You must not hesitate when escaping. Once you make up your mind, you must act as soon as possible. The longer you delay, the more likely accidents will occur." She felt as if she was facing a great enemy, as if Mr. Lancaster might appear at any time and kidnap his simple and kind master back to the depths of the castle.

Heather thought for a moment and agreed: "Okay, let's go back and pack up now and set off in two hours. We can rest in the hotel for one night. This time is enough to send someone to inform Charlotte." It happened that Lancaster was going to attend a court banquet tonight, and as the main guest, he would not be allowed to run away before 10 o'clock.

Reina agreed excitedly.

Heather acted quickly, getting things done. After returning home, she packed her belongings in an hour, made an appointment with Mary and Elizabeth to meet at Longbourn in two weeks, sent a message to the Gardiners and Hursts, and hurriedly boarded the carriage.

Mary rushed up with tears in her eyes, and pleaded through the car window, saying pitifully, "Auntie, I want to go with you."

Heather patted her head and said solemnly, "Please ask Miss Mary, the smartest one, to help me this time. Keep an eye on our various operations in London. Also, as I mentioned before, urge the workers to make cold medicine and tar soap, and package them together with the masks. Mr. Rudy has agreed in his reply to help us distribute these basic protective kits to willing workers. Mary, you have to help me follow up on these matters. I'm counting on you this time."

Mary wiped her eyes and nodded hurriedly, "Don't worry, I'll go check on the progress tomorrow. If you have any questions, just ask your uncle. You should relax in Hunsford and contact me by letter if you have any questions."

Heather kissed her two nieces on the forehead. "See you in Longbourn in two weeks, my dear girls."

When the carriage drove out of London, the sky had been dyed a beautiful purple-red by the sunset.

Although it was a hasty trip, Heather felt unusually calm.

It's like when I was in college, I suddenly skipped my last class on Friday afternoon and bought a high-speed rail ticket to the neighboring city.

It's not like you'll never come back once you leave, but the feeling of briefly escaping from the current track and taking back control of your own life is always something you can't stop.

The journey was smooth. After staying in Kent near London for one night, we walked for another half day the next day and entered Hunsford.

Charlotte had received the news in advance and specially sent a carriage to wait for them at the town's post station early in the morning. After Hazel frowned and tasted the pickled herring that Lena highly recommended, she embarked on the journey to the parsonage.

The scenery of Hunsford was even more beautiful in the bright spring sunshine, and Heather was curious and fresh about the scenery along the way. After walking along the fence of Rosings Manor introduced by the servant, she saw the small villa hidden in the garden, Collins Parsonage.

Hearing the doorman's announcement, Charlotte and Collins were already waiting at the door with great enthusiasm.

"Oh my God, Aunt Heather, I thought I would have to wait until Jane's wedding to see you. I was so happy when I got the news yesterday that I couldn't sleep all night."

Charlotte ignored the rules and etiquette and came forward before her husband, happily shaking Heather's hand.

Mr. Collins quickly followed his wife's pace and walked quickly to Heather, complimenting her on her great career in London and thanking her for her support of the parsonage.

"Mrs. Lawrence, we are truly honored to have you here. Mrs. Collins told me that you have quickly gained acceptance and recognition from London's upper class society, and have also made great contributions to the health of those distinguished ladies. In fact, I have long seen that you are not an ordinary person and will achieve remarkable achievements sooner or later.

In addition, Lady Catherine also used the gift you sent her. She praised the therapeutic effect of the essential oil aromatherapy and told me to find an opportunity to thank you properly."

After a few months, Hazel even felt a little familiar when she heard Mr. Collins's long-winded and polite words again. Even if there were indeed some inappropriate things, she could pretend that she didn't hear anything, or just smile at Charlotte without leaving any trace.

Collins took the guests on a detour through his carefully tended garden, but thinking that Mrs. Lawrence herself was a professional who was proficient in plants, he rarely showed off his skills too much.

"I did put some thought into the flowers at the parsonage, but they're still far from the greenhouse garden you, Mrs. Lawrence, sent people to help build. That greenhouse garden is the most beautiful I've ever seen in my life. Even Lady Catherine, who owns Rosings Manor, made a special trip to admire it twice."

As they spoke, they arrived in front of a rather large glass house. It didn't quite fit in with the simple, practical style of the parsonage, and looked like it belonged in some wealthy man's luxurious estate.

It is made up of ten complete pieces of glass, which are spotlessly clean, revealing the green plants and colorful flowers that complement each other. Everything is so neat and harmonious.

Hessel exclaimed: "It is better than the rose greenhouse garden in the suburbs of London, with richer varieties and more pleasing arrangements."

Charlotte was delighted by the compliment. "Every day, someone comes to check the glass for stains. It's been sunny so often lately, and the air is fresh, so the results are even better. Last week, a squire from a neighboring county came to admire the work and even bought a very expensive flower."

Heather hadn't expected this place to become a tourist attraction. "Charlotte, I knew you could manage the greenhouse well. You're the most attentive person with fresh ideas."

Mr. Collins kept trying to get a word in, but the greenhouse was entirely Charlotte's responsibility, according to Heather's wishes, and he was only responsible for the garden outside, so he couldn't get a word in.

He finally saw his chance to speak. "That's right, Mrs. Lawrence. Charlotte took great care of that potted plant for several months and sold it for £200, all of which went to this year's parish charity. When Lady Catherine learned about it, she praised us highly, and the congregation expressed their heartfelt gratitude."

Collins was convinced by this reason from the beginning. In addition to the high dividends he would get from cooperating with Lady Lawrence, he would also have money to use to manage his reputation, which would make his position more stable and even give him the opportunity to come into contact with the upper-class nobles.

As the greenhouse grew steadily, Collins felt more and more that he had married a good wife.

He wanted to say a few words to express his gratitude and regret for Miss Elizabeth missing such a marriage, but when he remembered that Mrs. Lawrence was Miss Elizabeth's aunt, he had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

As the greenhouse improved, Charlotte's family status and voice were gradually improved, and the family and personal connections she had carefully cultivated were rewarded.

Heather felt relieved.

"Lady Catherine is well aware of all the goings-on in the parish. I believe that if she hears the news of your arrival, she will immediately write to invite us to visit Rosings Manor." Mr. Collins looked proud.

In fact, Heather was also a little curious about Lady Catherine and her daughter. She wanted to know who was more arrogant, this lady or the ladies of London's upper class.

The first day in Hunsford was generally relaxing and comfortable. The restrained Mr. Collins and Charlotte, who was in charge of the housekeeping, were a good match.

The countryside has a beautiful environment and good air quality. There are no complicated interpersonal relationships and no need for frequent thinking. This effectively relieved Heather's tense heart recently.

"Your place is really nice." Heather followed Charlotte alone and looked out from her own private study. "The view is as good as the Hyde Park across from my window."

"I'm also very satisfied with my current life." Charlotte smiled and blinked: "It seems that I didn't make the wrong choice."