Rimbaud's girl

She met Mrs. Mary once, and Mrs. Mary had actually separated from her husband, and none of her four sons was with her, so she found a girl from her natal relative's family to accompany her.Mrs. Mary is still kind and doesn't talk much, which is quite different from Elizabeth.

"I haven't heard the rumors outside, but I'm French, and I'm not very familiar with them." Mrs. Orland raised her eyebrows and looked at her, "Why are you interested in this?"

"Everyone loves these rumors. Besides, I'm a writer now, and I'm very careful to collect these writing materials."

Mrs. Oran covered half of her face with a lace folding fan, "Don't pay too much attention to those, good girls don't know too much about those messy things." Her tone was very disgusting.

Vitaly looked at her puzzled.

"Those are not good things. Regardless of whether Mrs. Mary has cheated or not, her reputation is at least in the Boldwood family."

Vitaly nodded silently.Indeed, no one says anything about cheating on men, as long as they don’t abandon their wives and children, it’s not a big problem, no matter how gay they are, and no matter how many mistresses they have outside, it will only make people think that he is a lot of sex; women are totally Another kind of treatment, maintaining one's reputation is hard work, if it is stained with scandal, it cannot be washed away——

Madame Orland was worse off than Madame Marie in France, but she didn't seem to be affected, or at least Vitaly didn't see it.Maybe it's because the French are romantic and uninhibited, while the British are much more conservative?

Mrs. Orland saw her thoughtful gaze on herself, "What did you think of? Did Gabriel tell you anything?"

"He—has said before that he had a fight with Eugene in the stables."

"Have you seen Eugenie?"

"Queen? I haven't seen it."

"You should meet her, she's interesting. I don't like her, but she's an interesting woman."

"You mean she has a lot of stories?"

"You are a bit like her, but you don't have a 'good mother'. Your mother will not leave you at home until you are 26 or 7 years old and not married, just to find a richer and more prestigious husband."

Aha!

Of course, Vitaly has heard of this argument, saying that Eugenie's mother took her to meet those young men with "potential", a typical mother-in-law's practice of "hanging a golden turtle" and the prey was the largest "golden turtle" in France. .

Mrs. Rimbaud didn't have that kind of idea, nor that knowledge, nor that ambition. She just hoped that her children would be safe and sound, find a suitable marriage partner, and spend their lives peacefully.

Birdwood Manor.

The butler led the servants to meet the guests at the foot of the steps of the main house, and the men alighted first: Mr. Oran, Gabriel, Arthur.Gabriel then went to the second carriage and helped Mrs. Oran and Vitaly down.

Mrs. Orland smiled and stroked Gabriel's cheek.

The Earl of Boldwood is a strong old man. At the age of 69, his body is considered to be well maintained, and he has not reached the point of aging.In this era, medicine is not yet developed. Due to the lack of antibiotics in surgical operations, the postoperative infection rate is extremely high. Basically, if the disease requires surgery, most patients will not be able to survive.

Therefore, if you want to live longer in this era, the first is genes, and the second is to avoid injuries.

The Earl's attitude was not enthusiastic, but it was not indifferent. He asked where Vitaly was from, and was a little surprised to learn that she was French; profound.

What Vitaly was puzzled about was that if Gabriel wanted to marry whomever he wanted, all he needed was the consent of his parents. There was no need to consult his grandfather. Even if the earl objected, it would be useless. This trip to the earl's mansion can be waited until after the engagement conduct.

Gabriel explained, "That's because I have the opportunity to inherit the manor and the title in the future. The earl will not attend our engagement banquet, but I am his first grandson to be engaged, so he wrote to his father, hoping to get married before the engagement." See you."

"To see me? Just to see if I am worthy to be your wife?" They had afternoon tea in the living room of the manor, and the earl and Albert and his son were not there.

"He always wants to see you. You were not in England before, so I ignored him." Mrs. Oran said flatly.

"He's old, and that's a strange obsession of old age."

"I think he's pretty nice."

Mrs. Orland sneered, noncommittal.

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"It's he who wants to see you. If he picks on you, I'll take you and your parents away right away."

Vitaly smiled at him, "Then I would like to thank you for taking care of me."

Gabriel thought her attitude was a little cold, but he assumed it was because of the presence of his mother and her brother.Although she spoke and smiled the same as before, there was just... a slight alienation.

The rooms arranged by the butler for the guests were all connected, the Orans lived in one room, next to them was Gabriel, then Vitaly's room, and then Arthur.

In the evening, after Vitaly washed, changed her pajamas, sent Leila away, and was about to go to bed, there was a sudden tapping sound on the wall next to the bed.

The walls were wood-paneled, with patterned wallpaper, and next door was Gabriel.

She was wondering why he knocked on the wall, when suddenly, the wooden boards rattled, and someone walked through the wall.

There was a candlestick on the bedside table, which was shaken by the candle shadow brought by a breeze.

"Vivi."

It was Gabriel, she was relieved but curious, "Is there a door here?"

"Yes, there is a door, but the wallpaper is well pasted. If you don't pay attention, you won't be able to see it." He smiled proudly.

"Then you can't run into my room in the middle of the night." She glared at him.

"I haven't had time to talk to you alone. Weiwei, is it... Mother has something for you... Does she blame you?"

"Blame? I didn't do anything wrong. Why does she blame me? "

"Or...she thinks your background is not good?" He hesitated.

"Does your mother care about family background?"

"She was born a nobleman, so of course she would care." He sighed, and lay on her back on the bed, "She asked me to make sure that I truly and sincerely love you, and also make sure that you are good enough to be my wife."

She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed him, "Get up! You are wearing pajamas, you can't lie on my bed."

He took her hand and pulled it hard so that she could only fall into his arms. "I want to hold you." He touched her face carelessly, and kissed her forehead, cheek, and lips.

She was breathless from the kiss, "Don't—"

"Do not want?"

"No, go away!" She struggled to leave his embrace, but he hugged her even tighter.

"Don't move!" Biting her earlobe, quite hard.

"Why are you boys like puppies?!" Vitaly wanted to get angry.

"You? Has anyone else bit you like this?" He suddenly got a little angry.

She almost cried in pain, "You hurt me."

"Who is it? Is that the Dutchman?" He was so angry that he forgot to lower his voice.

"There is no one else, but if you continue to do this, I can't say whether there will be others in the future."

He glared at her angrily, "Say it again?"

"You told me to say it, so I said it? Didn't I obey your will?" Do I want to lose face?

After all, she struggled to break free from his arm, sat up, and frowned: He was too hard just now, maybe there will be a bruise tomorrow morning.

She became frightened: it's not a quarrel between them, he just squeezed her so hard, he didn't care if she hurt or not.

He also sat up, somewhat regretful, and gently pulled down the sleeve of her nightgown, "I'm sorry, I hurt you." Seeing tears on her face, he panicked, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be like this pain."

"—it hurts."

"Then what to do? Do you have any medicine here? What do you want to use?"

"No medicine."

"I'll ask the servant." He got out of bed.

She stopped him, "Don't go." She lowered her eyes and looked down at her chest.

Gabriel looked back at her sitting on the bed with disheveled clothes, reddish eye circles, pitiful and cute, full of pity in his heart, and felt that he was too stupid just now.He became annoyed, and didn't understand why he hurt her—in fact, he knew very well, just hearing what she said, the thought of her being so intimate with other men made him dizzy.