gentleman's servant

Early the next morning, Lord Oscar left Mormont Manor. He told the Viscount that the king had some things to deal with, and no matter how hard he tried to keep him, he would not be able to do so.

The Viscount's family was naturally very angry, because Oscar didn't say a word about marrying a young lady, which meant that he had already rejected the proposal.

"What an ungrateful fellow, if I had known this, I should have thrown him out of our house when he was sick!" the Viscountess said angrily.

The eldest lady Judith said while sipping black tea: "If he really doesn't want to marry his sister, we have to think about it. Margaret and Catherine are both so beautiful, and they will always find a man who doesn't mind a large dowry. "

The Viscountess sighed and said: "Most of the men like that are already old and already have an heir. It's better to be a mistress than to be a stepmother."

Judith screamed exaggeratedly: "Mom!"

"I know, I know," said the Viscountess, frowning.

I was packing the tea set outside the small living room, when a little girl in a brown silk dress jumped in, holding a delicate doll in her hand.

I bowed to her and said, "Good day, Miss Dolores."

The little girl stood aside, staring straight at me with emerald green eyes.

"Who are you?" she asked suddenly.

"I'm Owen, do you have any instructions for Miss?"

The little girl sat down on the sofa and stared at me for a long time, but kept silent.It wasn't until I bowed and stepped back that she hurriedly said, "I haven't seen you before."

"I was only recently promoted to senior valet."

"Go and pour me a cup of tea." She suddenly threw the doll aside, straightened her back like her mother Judith, put her hands gracefully on her knees, and raised her small chin slightly.

"Yes, miss." I smiled at her, bowed and turned around, and I could notice the sudden flushing of the little girl's cheeks.

I put the brewed black tea in front of her, then knelt down beside her and put the sugar cubes for her.She looked a little nervous, and her feet kept shaking.

"Is Miss's father busy recently? Why didn't he accompany Madam and Miss?" I asked her while kneeling close to her.

Dolores sighed a little: "I don't know, I haven't seen Dad for a long time, and Mom said he was fascinated by the sluts outside."

In my previous life, I heard that the relationship between the two was not very good, and it seemed to be true. I said to Dolores, "I'm sorry, please don't be too sad, miss."

Dolores shrugged, showing that she didn't care at all.The ladies of noble families are all like this, in fact, their mothers like banquets and jewelry more than children, and usually just throw them to the maids, so the relationship between mother and child is not close.

Then Dolores began to ramble on about the conversation she had heard in the living room.

"They plan to invite Viscount Wilson to be a guest. I heard that he is over 50 years old and an old man. They want to marry one of their aunts to him." Dolores laughed for a long time, and said gloatingly: "Because Auntie has no dowry, and grandpa can’t even afford a thousand pounds, so no one wants to marry them except a very rich old man.”

"My dear lady, it is not ladylike to gossip about other people in private."

"Okay, I won't laugh at them anymore." Dolores laughed non-stop.

Viscount Wilson...

In the last life, the second lady Margaret married this Viscount Wilson. Margaret was an out-and-out slut. She had been confused with a servant named Jason a long time ago.She likes men with masculinity, especially men with a strong body. That Jason is a black mixed-race, he has dark skin and a strong body, and the second lady likes him very much.

When I was silent alone, Dolores seemed unwilling to be alone, and she asked me: "Would you like to go home with me? Come and be our servant."

"Hehe, I can't decide on this." I said hastily.

"I told my mother, and my mother will definitely agree." She muttered.

At seven o'clock, the Bruce family showed up at the restaurant on time.

The dinner was very extravagant. It is reasonable to say that the entire Mormont Manor has long been unable to make ends meet, but they still live a luxurious life, pawning or borrowing money if they don't have enough money.In any case, the decency and dignity of the nobles must be maintained, or this is their way of life.

"Viscount Wilson's manor is in Pittsali. You should all go and see his majestic and magnificent manor. It is so rich that it is shocking." The viscount said while tasting red wine: "His wife has passed away, and the eldest son is in politics. There is its own manor outside, and the daughters are all married off. As long as you can give him a son, you can get half of his inheritance, which is a lot of money."

"It sounds like a good marriage partner, and it matches our family's status. I've had enough of those dirty merchant relatives, and I hope I don't have to deal with them in the future," said the Viscountess.

"I hope so. Do you know how much effort it took me to invite him to our house?" The Viscount looked at the two daughters, as if waiting for them to express their views.

The second lady put down the knife and fork in her hand, and wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully with a napkin: "Sounds good, but how old is he? Can his teeth bite food? Can his body still impregnate young women? "

Hearing Marguerite's bitter sarcasm, the Viscountess screamed: "Marguerite!"

Margaret rolled her eyes in disdain: "If you want me to marry an old man, I might as well marry that hunchback."

The third lady has been silent all the time, she understands that she has no extra choice at all, instead of not getting anything in the end, it is better to hold on to one, even if it makes do.

The Viscount dropped his knife and fork, stared at Margaret and said, "When Viscount Wilson arrives, both of you show me the best manners and receive him well. If he refuses to marry you, don't expect me to marry you." I can find better marriage partners for you. You'd better ask the Lord to bless him, and he can take a fancy to one of you!"

After finishing speaking, the Viscount dropped the napkin and left angrily.The Viscountess hurriedly chased after her husband, shouting anxiously as she walked: "Honey, don't be angry with Margaret, this child didn't do it on purpose."

Second Miss had no intention of eating, she pushed the food away, fell on the table and started to cry.

"I don't want to marry an old man, think about the wrinkles on his face, he is older than my father, how can my father treat us like this!"

The servant Jason hurriedly delivered a handkerchief to Margaret, and comforted him softly: "Miss, please don't be sad, there is no way to do this."

Catherine glanced at Jason, her face became gloomy, she patted her sister on the back and said: "Don't be sad, my dear Margaret, this is our fate, if you don't want to marry that old man , I... I can bear it... just please don't be sad."

Margaret looked at her worried sister and cried even more sadly: "Really? Catherine, but this is not fair to you."

The servants retreated quietly, and I also left the dining room, but I couldn't figure it out. It seemed that the third lady was going to marry Viscount Wilson, but why did the second lady marry in the end?

That night, Aaron the housekeeper ordered me to wipe down the silver in the warehouse, and I worked late into the night, my hands were numb with the cold.By the time I returned to my room, it was almost midnight, and the servants had gone to bed. I carried a lamp and walked towards the third floor.

At this time, voices suddenly came from the corner upstairs. I listened carefully for a while, and it turned out to be the second lady Margaret and the servant Jason.The two gathered together timidly, and then went upstairs quietly.

I hurriedly blew out the candle and followed quietly.

The two of them walked to the balcony on the third floor, which was shady and deserted even during the day.I quietly followed them all the way to the balcony, and then hid in a corner not far from them.

"What do you want from me?" Second Miss asked softly. This woman is usually extremely arrogant, but at this moment she is like soft cotton wool.

"Don't talk, let me kiss you first." Jason said impatiently.

Immediately afterwards, there was a suffocating silence, and in the silence came the ambiguous sound of sucking and the sound of rubbing clothes.

I've seen that their relationship is ambiguous, but I didn't expect that the life of the nobles is corrupt. Even the young lady who has not left the cabinet hangs out with the male servants, no different from those loose women outside.I quietly hid in the shadows, trying to breathe lightly so as not to be discovered by them.

The two were lost in love, of course they couldn't notice that there was anyone behind them, I even heard the sound of clothes being scattered.

"Okay, stop quickly, we have to be careful, or we will be discovered." Finally, Jason, who was out of breath, pushed Margaret away.

"Oh, Jason, don't you want it, my dear?" Margaret's voice was obviously emotional.

"Yes, of course I want to, but not now. If I want you now, I will hurt you. I love you so much, how can I have the heart to hurt you? We have to wait." Jason said: "I took the risk to find you It is for this matter that I hope you can promise the master to marry Viscount Wilson."

"What! You asked me to marry him too! Don't you know that he..." Margaret raised her voice.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't you love me? If you love me, you will listen to me. As long as the person you marry is rich, that's fine. I'm afraid that if the man you marry is too handsome, you will forget me." Jason's voice sounded pathetic.

"Oh, dear, you are so stupid, no matter who I marry, I only love you, but Viscount Wilson..."

"He's rich and old and stupid, isn't he suitable for us?" said Jason, "Don't listen to Miss Catherine, she wants to marry him herself, because she knows the master can't find a better marriage partner. "

"Really? Can't find anything better?" Margaret asked anxiously.

"As you said, your hunchbacked cousin would be a better fit, but he's not interested in marrying your sister," Jason said.

Margaret said disappointedly: "But..."

"Stop it, my darling, listen to me." Jason hugged Margaret, and reached into her skirt.

After a while, Margaret moaned forbearance, full of spring, like an impatient kitten.

"No, don't...don't leave..." Margaret grabbed Jason's hand: "Go to my room, no one will find out."

"No, my honorable lady." Jason wiped his wet fingers: "We have to wait for you to marry, do you understand? This is all for our future."

The two tidied up their clothes and kissed goodbye inseparably.

I stepped out of the shadows, and under the moonlight, a ribbon of Miss Margaret was lying quietly on the ground.

It was a silk scarf tied in underwear, they were so careless.