Flowers, Swords and France
Chapter 87 Dignity
"...The painting exhibition held by Mr. Durenberg was unprecedentedly grand, with many political and business celebrities attending. The most dazzling star among them is our respected Ms. Adelaide. During the exhibition, she expressed her views on Mr. Durenberg's recent paintings have been highly praised and praised.
What's more worth mentioning is that not only is his painting skills as superb as ever, Mr. Durenberg is also very attentive and dedicated to teaching students. In this art exhibition, he also exhibited many paintings of his students, and the meaning of promotion was very obvious.
Among them, the one recognized by the audience as the best is undoubtedly the Marquis de Treville. Several of her paintings exhibited in this exhibition were well received, and Adelaide praised her directly in front of the public. This lady.
This gives us reason to believe that a dazzling new star is about to rise in the French painting world; another bright red rose has been added to the garden of the Muse..."
Charles held the newspaper and deliberately read word by word slowly while looking maliciously at his sister across the dining table.
Fran lowered her head deeply, almost as if she wanted to bury her face in the bread, but her already red ears still touched her, telling people how proud and excited this girl was at this moment.
Although Ciel read slowly, the number of words in the newsletter was limited, so he finished it quickly. He was sincerely happy about his sister's success and felt proud of it.
But it's a pity that due to something unexpected, the old Marquis Treville went out early in the morning, otherwise he would definitely seize this opportunity to joke with Fran.
After reading it, he gently put the newspaper aside and shouted in a deliberately exaggerated tone.
"Oh! Congratulations to our 'new star' Miss de Treville! You are really famous!"
His sister didn't respond at all. She just buried her head and didn't know if she was eating.
After laughing for a while, Ciel finally gave up teasing his sister and his tone became serious again.
"Okay, no more joking. Fran, I really didn't expect that Ms. Adelaide would praise you so much. It seems that you can really become a famous painter in the future. However, I hope you will not be complacent about this. Give up and continue to hone yourself. There is still a long way to go. Your paintings are amazing now just because of your age. If you are still at this level in a few years, it will be a pity..."
"I know, I just have a little fame now, and I'm still far from my dream." Fran finally said the first sentence, her voice was so thin that it was almost inaudible, "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely continue to work hard..."
She did not tell her brother about talking to the lady about her mother because she did not want Charles to worry.
In order not to make herself sad, her brother never talked about her parents with her; similarly, in order not to make her brother worried, she would not mention her mother. The two siblings used this almost tacit understanding to avoid this somewhat taboo topic for Fran.
"That's good."
Because the art exhibition was too tiring and tiring, the old painter specially gave his students a long holiday, so Fran didn't have to go there to study recently. Charles was worried that she would neglect her practice because of pride and complacency, so he reminded her. Now that he sees his sister Being so well-behaved and sensible, Ciel didn't say anything more to avoid putting unnecessary pressure on her. So, he turned his attention back to the food.
"Before going home yesterday, I met Mary and Miss Dillion," Fran's voice was still very low, "They said they would come here to visit today, and they would like to celebrate with me..."
"Oh? Of course." Of course, Charles would not object to his sister's friends visiting.
Just then, the servant came in and announced that the two ladies were here.
Due to their friendship and close contacts, Fran had already ordered the concierge not to wait at the door for notification when Mary came, so they took the carriage directly into the mansion.
"It's here so soon!" Fran exclaimed in surprise and raised her head, her face full of surprise. Then she quickly stood up and ran to the door to greet him.
Looking at his cheering sister, Ciel smiled and shook his head, then continued to eat the rest of his breakfast.
Soon, several cheerful conversations came from outside the door. It was obvious that the three girls had met each other and were having a great time talking.
Hey, I really envy these children, they can still live so carefree! He sighed silently in his heart, completely forgetting that he was only a twenty-year-old young man on the surface.
No, I am a time traveler, I am a destined conqueror, I am a man who must change the world. I do not have time to be carefree, and I do not need to be carefree. My pleasure is just to allow Fran to continue living such a carefree life. He contradicted himself in his mind.
When Ciel had just finished breakfast, all three girls walked into the living room. Matilda was wearing a long black dress today and tortoise-rimmed glasses on her face. She looked very solemn, as if she was attending some ceremony; while Mary was wearing a dress decorated with flowers and had a very happy expression on her face. I am extremely happy for my friend's success.
Charles put down the tableware, then walked out of the restaurant, smiling and nodding to the two guests.
"Miss de Dillion, Miss de Léoland, welcome to your humble home again."
The two girls also saluted him quickly.
These people all grew up in an aristocratic education, which was extremely particular about form and etiquette. Their elders and teachers warned them countless times that no matter whether they like or dislike a person, they should not have aristocratic etiquette. Any deviation. After more than ten or twenty years of practice, this kind of red tape has almost become a living habit, and no one finds it cumbersome.
Therefore, generally speaking, in France and even Western Europe in this era, the kind of violent nobles in popular novels who can't help but laugh at or step on civilians when they see them, and who often scold and beat their servants are rare. . If Charlotte is average, their contempt and prejudice against civilians are hidden in their polite smiles and almost impeccable etiquette.
Is it the former kind of person who is hateful and terrible, or the latter kind of person? This is really a complex question and it's hard to have an answer.
After the salute, in order not to disturb his sister and her friends, Ciel walked directly to his study and prepared to do his own thing.
Fran entertained her friends.
"Oh, you're finally here!" She pretended to be angry, but there was still a residual smile on her face, "I thought you didn't want to see me! You didn't even come yesterday..."
"I'm sorry, Fran..." Mary seemed to take it seriously, with some apology in her eyes, "Emily and her family held a dance yesterday, and I must go..."
The so-called prom, as Laura herself said, was probably an excuse made by the aristocratic party among her classmates who were unwilling to go to cheer for Laura.
Fran sighed secretly in her heart. In her heart, she was very dissatisfied with this approach - it was too petty.
If you don’t want to see her triumphant, then paint a better picture than her to make her speechless! What's the point of doing this behind the scenes? It will only appear that you have no sense and make others laugh in vain. In the face of the attacks and victories of the bourgeoisie, can the nobility have to rely on passive avoidance to maintain their dignity every time?
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My brother wouldn't do that. If it is an elder brother, he will not escape reality. He will first congratulate the enemy on his victory, and then patiently find out the enemy's weaknesses to attack him. Yes, that's what my brother would do.
Although she is always impartial in the battle between the two parties, in her heart, Fran still hopes that the Aristocrat Party will gain the upper hand because of her background. However, she can only face the reality - the Aristocrat Party has neither the ability nor the ability to compete with the other parties. They were fighting it out, but they were not determined to win back the victory through their own efforts. You can only avoid it passively and laugh at the other person's success by whispering behind your back.
This is true in a small studio, but it is also true in a large society.
Has France finally fallen to this point? At this moment, Fran felt a little inexplicably sad.
Who would have thought that a fifteen-year-old girl would have so many thoughts? Perhaps it was because she had an older brother whom she regarded as her idol and whose words and deeds inspired her.
However, there is no need to say this.
"It's so petty, it's almost embarrassing."
"Eh?" Fran was surprised. She obviously didn't speak?
After a moment she realized that it was Matilda who had spoken.
Under the cover of the glass lens, the eyes of the granddaughter of the Lord Privy Seal were flickering, and there was no hint of happiness or anger. However, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, with a little ridicule and a little sullenness.
"Now I'm so embarrassed in front of Laura. She must have thought it was me, and then she laughed at me in her heart, thinking that the day I would kneel down in front of her was not far away..."
"Didn't you organize it?" Fran was surprised.
"No, I had something important that day, so I couldn't attend the art exhibition. But I also asked Emily and the others to come and support me and convey my congratulations. Unexpectedly... they didn't even have the courage to do so. It was really disappointing. "It's disappointing." Matilda's tone was much more relaxed than usual, but there was a bit more bitterness in it, "It's so disappointing."
"It turns out it's not you..." Fran secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, that's great."
"It's not so good." Matilda continued to laugh at herself, and then she looked at the stairs in the center of the hall, "Fran, besides congratulating you, I have another thing to do here today..."
"What's up?"
"I have something to talk to your brother about. It's something very important, so I can't chat with you for the time being." Matilda said in a very solemn tone, "You don't mind, right?"
Fran was a little shocked, and then she quickly reacted under Matilda's gaze.
"Okay, of course." (To be continued.)
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