[Sense and Sensibility] Fascinated by you

Early the next morning, Colonel Brandon knocked on Hathaway's door with a stern face. It was only six o'clock in the morning. Hathaway was sitting on the bed in pajamas with dark circles under her eyes. Colonel Langdon's expression was not good. Hathaway, who hadn't woken up from her sleep, stared blankly at Colonel Brandon, without turning her eyes for a long time.

Colonel Brandon rolled his eyes and sighed, "I'm here to tell you that the departure time has been changed. I'm going to go out for a while. I'll probably be back in the afternoon or evening. When I come back, I'm leaving. You can continue to sleep."

Hathaway nodded in a daze, and watched Colonel Brandon turn and walk out. She was just about to lie down when he turned back, "By the way, try to wear conservative and plain clothes..." Bu Colonel Landon took a careful look at Hathaway, and sighed again, "Forget it, you can do whatever you want. Go to sleep, go to sleep." This time he really turned around and left.

Hathaway pondered for a while expressionlessly what Colonel Brandon meant, but soon she gave up and fell asleep again.

It wasn't until the evening that Colonel Brandon rushed back. He also brought back a spacious and simple carriage without any logo on it. The dark red carriage had peeled off paint on the outside, revealing the dark inner core inside. , the windows of the car were opened very small, the curtains were tightly blocked so that people could not see the inside at all, and the wheels looked very strong. In short, this carriage looked old and strong, very similar to the public carriage outside.

He came over and whispered that Hathaway got into the car with the luggage, and then went to find Andrew. Hathaway took Abby into the carriage and found that there was something else in the car. There was a lot of space inside. Three people sat down, and the seats were very soft and comfortable, with two thick blankets placed on them. The most important thing was that the cabin was extremely warm. It seemed that the colonel had burned a stove in it beforehand.

Not long after, Colonel Brandon also got into the carriage, and the carriage started to shake slightly. Hathaway was pleasantly surprised to find that the car was extremely stable when walking, and it didn't feel much bumps when running. Good road conditions also matter.

The colonel took out a sandwich from the basket he brought up without saying a word and started to eat. He looked really tired and hungry, his coat was covered with dust, and his hair was messy and pasted on his forehead. Hathaway and Abby He stared wide-eyed and watched Colonel Brandon solve a sandwich in two bites, and then reached for another one.

Colonel Brandon suddenly stopped in the middle of eating. He raised the sandwich in his hand, "Do you two mind? If you both mind, I can..."

Abby shook her head vigorously, then stopped suddenly and looked at her young lady.Hathaway blinked, "No, of course not, you can continue to eat. But I think I need to make some tea, you seem to need a cup of hot tea."

Colonel Brandon smiled, reached out and tapped on the side of the carriage, which made a hollow sound, and began to eat his sandwich again.

Hathaway found the handle on the wall knowingly, and took out the tea-making utensils from inside. While waiting for the water to boil, she handed the handkerchief to the colonel.When she started making tea, Andrew also walked in. It turned out that the carriage stopped at some point.But soon started driving again, Hathaway handed the brewed tea to the colonel first, and then gave the next cup to Andrew.

When everyone had a cup of tea, Andrew spread his whole body on the seat, and while blowing his breath, he said to the colonel: "I told you a long time ago that you can just find a broken car. You didn’t eat any food, why, you ran all day for this car?” He sat down hard, “However, this car is really good, at least you won’t be sore when you lie down and sleep.” As if thinking of a certain experience, he pressed his neck with his hands and twisted it twice.

Colonel Brandon drank hot tea and glared at Andrew, "Isn't this going to shut you up?" He glanced at Hathaway and found that the other party was indeed looking at him with a moved face. He coughed Look away.

The next journey seemed boring and boring. In order to catch up with time, everyone rarely got off the bus. If they could pass the town at noon, they would go down to eat something. If they missed it, they would continue to stay in the carriage for a whole day until they found the hotel at night. will go down.

Hathaway felt that she had completely underestimated Andrew. She thought he would take two or three entourages and run to Manchester, then make a fuss at the police station, and finally returned to London with nothing.As a result, she was shocked when she got off the carriage on the first day, because there were no less than twenty knights following the carriage. Somewhat similar to Andrew, playful and cynical.When the coachman came down, she realized that even the coachman had changed. This was not the coachman of the Butler family, but it seemed that Andrew had arranged for it.

It was very quiet in the carriage along the way. Hathaway was in no mood to speak because she was worried about Philip, and the colonel was originally a man of few words. If Hathaway didn't speak, he might not even speak for a whole day. .On the way, Hathaway handed the letter she found from Philip to Andrew, and he fell silent after reading it in the carriage.

Every night when Hathaway got out of the carriage, she would find that there were two or three fewer knights outside the carriage, and she didn't even know when they left.She guessed that they went to Manchester first to inquire about the news, because they were worried that too many people would be noticed at one time, so they always left in two or three people.

The day Hathaway arrived in Manchester, it was gray and drizzling. She opened the curtains and looked at this emerging city, but she was disappointed. She felt that Manchester should not be called a city, maybe a town is more suitable Some, although it has a sufficient scale, it does not have the style that a city should have.

The whole city is as gray as the sky, it is shrouded in gray smog.The stone slabs on the road are full of potholes, and the horse-drawn carriage always bumps back and forth when driving on it. Occasionally, when passing through a larger puddle, a half-foot-high water splash can be splashed. Flutter was run down.Some of the windows of those low-slung poor houses were broken, and they were covered with rags. I don’t know if they can resist the soaking of rainwater in such weather, but Hathaway believes that their floors must not be able to. If there is a floor, because she sees the water on the ground flowing into some low-lying houses, she believes it will be a disaster.

When the carriage drove to a market, there were finally some pedestrians on the street, except for the servants who seemed to be out shopping. The men wore old patched clothes, or squatted under the eaves that could shelter from the rain, or simply got wet. Standing on the side of the road in the rain, looking at the passers-by indifferently, the women are a little better, at least you can’t see the patches on her clothes, they are carrying baskets and umbrellas, and they are from the vendors on the roadside. Buy the cheapest brown bread and potatoes, and quarrel with the hawkers for a penny.They look so poor that even the peddlers don't want to sell them because it's useless.

What impressed Hathaway the most was the children under the eaves. They were all yellow and thin, wearing ill-fitting clothes and standing next to each other in such a cold season, as if the outside of the house was warmer than the inside. Yes, the innocence of a child has completely disappeared from their eyes, and the numbness and indifference in it is simply shocking.

Some people noticed the carriage. Although the carriage didn't look decent enough, there were four gentlemen on horseback beside the carriage. They cast their hostile gazes over, which made Hathaway, who was looking out the window, shrink back. Suddenly, Colonel Brandon noticed it immediately, and he glanced out of the window and immediately drew the curtains.

Hathaway smiled apologetically, and finally the carriage stopped at the door of a hotel that looked cleaner. It was a small white three-story building. Although the walls could not be said to be pure white, they were better than gray. Many, the red door looks a little black, but the brass doorknob is shiny.

Colonel Brandon helped Hathaway out of the carriage, the gentlemen took off the luggage, and a few people filed in. The hotel was cleaned very cleanly. A bearded man stood behind the counter and looked lazily at the hotel. They, Colonel Brandon, went up and asked for five rooms, some hot water and food.

During the meal, Colonel Brandon asked Andrew if the knights had sent any useful news, Andrew shook his head, "It is very difficult to find out the news now, people are too sensitive, they are very wary of strangers, want to It’s very difficult to get close to them, they don’t trust strangers.” After saying this seriously, he began to be serious again, “Oh! These useless guys, they talked about hype before they came, but after they came, there was nothing to do. None, I can’t pry their mouths open at all, if I’m on a boat, I’ll have to throw those bastards down to feed the sharks!”

I don't know who the bastard he was talking about, but Hathaway can be sure now that those knights should be Andrew's original crew, no wonder they all resemble him so much.

After eating, it was already five o'clock in the evening. Although it was still early, everyone was tired from the journey these days, so they went back to their rooms to rest.It was Colonel Brandon's idea that Hathaway and Abby lived in the same room, because he felt that the place was not safe, and at least the two of them would take care of each other.

While Abby was packing her luggage, Hathaway spread out her notebook on the desk and wrote some useful information on it. She picked up the quill on the desk, dipped it in some ink, and wrote it on the notebook. Slowly write: Manchester is a city shrouded in smog. Although there are no factories in operation now, the smog still floats above the city. It is the emblem and seal, and it is the symbol of Manchester.

This is a city of despair, but also a city of hatred. People regard every decent person they pass by as their enemy, and imagine that they are factory owners oppressing themselves. That is the object of their hatred and their The hope of life, when they equate hatred with hope, only despair is left in their lives...

The author has something to say: Sorry, this chapter is a bit late