The Lost Mermaid [Zhongyingmei]

Edward quickly realized his impoliteness and turned his eyes away.

The countess knew her grandson very well, she suppressed her smile, and said: "Miss Boardman's music is so beautiful, it's a pity that it was interrupted recklessly by you, Edward, I think that as a gentleman , you must seriously apologize to her."

Edward always obeyed his grandmother, so he bowed to Doris again sincerely and apologized.

"I forgive you temporarily, Mr. Rose." Doris said, she didn't want to embarrass the kind Mrs. Strauss because of her, so she reluctantly accepted his apology.

"That's very good, little Edward." The countess looked at him, "Please invite Miss Boardman to join your little party! She has no one to talk to us here, but you young people may have a common topic. "

Doris would also like to meet Jack and Rose, who are her friends, maybe they can be friends too?

Although she doesn't like this little Mr. Edward, she won't always hold on to him because of his faux pas like ordinary people, and won't let him go.

Edward also nodded in agreement.

He made a gesture to help Doris push the wheelchair, but she maneuvered the wheelchair and dodged it dexterously: "Mr. Luoshi, you can lead the way, I can do it myself."

After she finished speaking, she bid farewell to the wives and left the gorgeous little living room.

Little Edward didn't even want to look at him when he saw her, and touched his nose, admitting he was in the wrong.He hurriedly bowed to his grandmother, and then left following Doris's back.

He quickly caught up with Doris, walked in front of her to the right, and led the way for her.The two had just met, and there was some unhappiness. Doris walked in silence while looking at the scenery outside the window.

Little Mr. Edward is a talkative person, and he couldn't hold back after a while, and said tentatively: "We are going to go fishing this afternoon, Miss Boardman, do you like fishing?",

"it's OK."

"Don't you hate it? Hello, I'm still worried that you will feel bored... After all, fishing is a job that requires patience."

After hearing this, Doris couldn't help but want to stab him: "So you are a patient person? You interrupted my music just now, and I thought you were a reckless and ignorant person—"

"I'm sorry!" Little Mr. Edward apologized again helplessly. "I'm sorry, Miss Boardman. After hearing your music, I couldn't help but want to see the 'player' in person, so I barged in rudely."

He knew that his grandmother had always had a high vision, and he thought that the one who could be invited to the afternoon tea and play in front of the noble ladies must be a strange noble lady, who would have such talent!Only then did he push open the door curiously, trying to attract her attention with this trivial faux pas.

But I didn't expect that it turned out to be a young lady who must take revenge?

"Hmph." Doris snorted coldly.

"Well, I sincerely beg your forgiveness." Little Edward stopped in his tracks. "It was my worst mistake to make a lady angry. I didn't mean to disturb your interest. Absolutely—absolutely there will be no next time. !"

Doris looked up at him and saw that he looked serious and even made a gesture of swearing, so she had to let him go.

Seeing that Doris's expression was no longer so indifferent, Edward was relieved, and now she finally forgave him!

"You are simply an artist! Besides music, do you also like painting?" Edward racked his brains before finding a topic to strike up a conversation with.

"I can't draw, but my friend is very good at it." Doris said bluntly.

"I thought art was all connected."

"It makes sense, Mr. Edward. Although I don't know how to paint, I also like to appreciate paintings! Ah, I also have a collection of Picasso's works."

Edward echoed: "Oh? No wonder you and my friend also know him. He is an outstanding painter—although he is not a master."

"Jack?" Doris raised her voice.

"Yes, Jack." Edward was glad he had finally caught Doris' attention.

Doris asked curiously: "How did you meet Jack? As far as I know, he is not someone you will come into contact with."

"Ah! It seems that you know him very well!" Edward smiled, "I finally found our common topic, thank you, Mr. Jack Dawson!"

Doris pursed her lips and smiled.

"He once helped me and bravely caught the thief who stole my wallet for me! At that time, I wanted to give him some money as a thank you, but he refused! I really wanted to thank him, but he refused, so he wanted me Buy his paintings."

"Then you won't suffer, Jack's paintings are very warm."

"Yes... I haven't seen him since that day. Until the other day, when I came back from Eton, I met him again on the docks in London. My friend is still insisting on his painting career, even if only Earning some food and drink money, the artist is really admirable!"

"I thought you were willing to sponsor him? Like introducing him to the Academy of Fine Arts?" Doris asked, "Is it called the Academy of Fine Arts? I heard someone say that at the art exhibition..."

"Ha! He won't accept it!" Edward shrugged. "He said the paintings there have no soul!? I really don't understand this, maybe."

Just as they were talking, they walked to the end of the aisle, turned a corner, and went out through the side door.

Today's sunshine is very good, and Doris narrowed her eyes as soon as she walked out of the somewhat gloomy manor.

Edward's valet came up and told them that the young men had reached the lake.He also brought the horse, and Edward got on the horse, agile and handsome.

"Ask Jeff to bring the carriage, and I'll escort Miss Boardman to the lake—just take it as an apology!" Edward blinked at Doris.

This time Doris did not refuse his help.

When Edward and Doris reached the lake, the young gentlemen were already fishing.

There is only one tall and dense tree by the lake as a shelter for enjoying the shade. The servants laid out picnic blankets under the tree, and placed teapots, coffee, milk and many kinds of cakes and desserts on them.

The ladies sat together on the tablecloth, and the fluffy skirts were like flowers blooming on the green lawn.Their dresses are bright and bright, and their huge wide-brimmed hats will match.They gathered together in twos and threes, chatting gossip, and bursts of crisp laughter came from time to time.

The gentlemen humbly stood beside the sun, leaving the shade to the ladies.

They either stand with their hips akimbo, or sit gracefully, with a fishing rod in their hands, calmly waiting for the fish to take the bait.

The laughter of the ladies caused them to glance at them now and then, but they were embarrassed to stare.

Ripples bloomed on the surface of the water, as if the fish also heard the joyful laughter, couldn't help but floated to the surface of the water, and then dived heavily.

Doris was supported by the maid and stepped down from the carriage. As soon as her feet touched the ground, her arm was held by a strong hand.

"Miss Boardman, please allow me to help you." Edward stretched out his other hand while speaking, wrapped it around Doris's back, and supported her elbow.

Goosebumps developed on Doris's back.

But he didn't want to go further, and he grasped the size well, only touching her arm through the clothes.The valet carried her wheelchair off behind him, and Edward helped Doris sit down.

Doris immediately moved the wheelchair away from him.

"Doris! You're finally here!" Ruth heard the sound not far away, turned her head, and shouted in surprise.She was sitting against the tree trunk, listening to those ladies talking about gems and embroidery, and almost fell asleep.

Ruth stood up, tugged at the hem of her skirt casually, and walked towards Doris.

Doris greeted her with a hug.

"Miss Bucket, I didn't know that you and Miss Boardman have known each other for a long time?" Edward asked in surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Edward. Doris is my good friend. I met her in front of the gate of the manor. I didn't expect that we would have the opportunity to talk together." Ruth bowed to him.

Mr. Edward smiled: "Then I'm relieved! I was worried that Miss Boardman would only know Mr. Dawson here, and she would feel bored! With you here, I feel relieved as the host."

"Mr. Dawson?" Ruth looked suspiciously at the group of gentlemen who were fishing.

Edward shouted loudly: "Jack! Come and meet your friend! I brought Miss Boardman!"

As soon as the words were finished, a figure stood up by the lake in the distance, looked far away for a moment, and then hurriedly ran towards this side.

The sound of the three chatting attracted the attention of the gentlemen and the ladies, and a mature-looking lady also stood up and invited Doris to join their conversation.

"Mary, this is Miss Doris Boardman. She is from the United States. Her brother is the famous pianist Mr. Danny Boardman." Ruth acted as an introducer.

"God! Your elder brother is Mr. Danny Boardman! No wonder I think your surname is so familiar and your piano sound is so beautiful!" Before Mary could respond, Mr. Edward exclaimed, "God! I almost offended the sister of the pianist I admire the most, Miss Boardman, you must forgive me for my rudeness."

"You have already apologized to me, sir, I forgive you." Doris nodded slightly, and then looked at the strange lady in front of her, "Miss Mary? Hello, nice to meet you."

"It's an honor to meet you too, Miss Boardman. I'm Mary Crawley." She performed a standard ladylike etiquette.

"Crowley?" Doris thought of her friend in 1900, who seemed to be called Crowley, "Do you know Mr. Patrick Crowley?"

Mary's eyes widened suddenly, she looked very shocked, but her tone was calm: "He is my cousin, Miss Boardman. I don't know, you actually know him?"

"Cousin? Mary, he's not just your cousin, he—"

"Edith!" Mary turned her head to stop the person coming.

But Edith didn't flinch from Mary's undeniable tone. She came up and said to Doris: "I heard that Cousin Patrick recently rented out the small manor under his name for no reason. Do you?"

Doris noticed that Mary was so shocked by Edith's words that she almost lost her composure and opened her mouth wide.She remembered the conversation he had with his friend when he first met Patrick at the auction—it turned out that Miss Mary in front of her seemed to be his fiancée?

"Yes, Miss Edith."

"Has he acquired bad habits? Cousin Patrick is not short of money, so why would he rent out the manor? This is not in line with his status..." Edith asked curiously.

"Maybe only he knows." Mary interrupted her bluntly, changed the topic, and pointed to the person who came. "Look, Mr. Dawson is here!"

Jack, who was pointed at, scratched his head inexplicably.

The author has something to say: finally brought in the story of a certain manor.

卡尔下线的第二天，想他。感谢在2020-05-1523:51:56~2020-05-1623:58:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Yi5;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!