gentleman's servant

Mrs Shirley tucked the ribbon into her handbag, and she left the balcony with a chuckle like a playful young girl.

I stood where I was, staring at her leaving back.

What will this woman who is afraid of chaos in the world do?

These ladies are all the same, on the surface they are close like sisters, but in essence they hate each other and frame each other.Dear friend, if your life is extremely miserable, then I will be extremely happy.

The Viscountess told everyone that Lady Shirley was a slut who had affairs with many mean men.Doesn't Mrs. Shirley know?Of course she knew, and she was probably already gnashing her teeth in hatred, wishing to tear the Viscountess into pieces, wishing that she would go to hell.

What will she do?Will he tell Viscount Wilson directly, or will he spread the matter secretly to everyone.

But anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

It was very cold on the balcony, the cold wind was raging, I was completely frozen, but my heart was burning, I have been waiting, dormant, and now is the beginning of my revenge.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my tie, then calmly walked down the stairs and returned to the hall.

The hall was still singing and dancing, and when Simon saw me coming back, he came over excitedly and asked, "How is it?"

I nodded: "It's pretty smooth."

"Great, you have a chance..." Simon talked excitedly.

I have been looking for Mrs. Shirley.

I saw her standing among many noble ladies, they were whispering to each other, all of them excited.

"She won't be so stupid, tell others directly?" I murmured in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Simon asked me strangely.

"No, nothing." I said hastily.

At this time, an elderly gentleman picked up a glass and tapped it with a silver spoon. The crisp sound attracted all the eyes of the audience.

The old gentleman smiled and said, "Just now the ladies suggested to play a game."

"What game?" asked the young gentlemen enthusiastically.

"In the guessing game, the ladies and ladies all take out a personal item, and let the gentlemen guess to see who it belongs to." The old gentleman said.

"Oh, no, it's embarrassing not to play such a shameful game, if it damages the reputation of ladies and wives?" Some reserved ladies objected.

"It's just a game. If an item is guessed by many gentlemen, it can only show that the owner of the item is the most beautiful and attracts the most attention. This is a very honorable thing, isn't it?"

"Okay, let's try it." Some young unmarried gentlemen were eager to try, and then looked at their sweethearts, and many unmarried girls blushed.

Thus, the game started after the ladies half-pushed.

The old gentleman ordered someone to bring out a large cardboard box, which was filled with items collected from the ladies just now, most of which were fans, handkerchiefs, sachets and so on.

The old gentleman took out a pink handkerchief and introduced: "Pink silk handkerchief, with a faint fragrance of jasmine."

As soon as the words fell, the gentlemen began to shout.

"Lady Monica's."

"No, Miss Caroline's."

Finally, a young guy guessed right. He took the handkerchief from the old gentleman, walked up to a young lady, and gracefully returned the handkerchief. The girl shyly accepted the handkerchief, and everyone laughed in good faith.

One item after another came to the stage, some guessed right, and got applause and smiles; some guessed wrong for a long time, and the angry owner stepped forward to take it back.

At this time, the old gentleman took out something, a long ribbon. He frowned, as if he was thinking about what it was and how to introduce it, but he didn't notice that someone's face had changed in the audience.

"Well, a long ribbon with a pattern, pardon my ignorance, I don't know where such a long ribbon is tied, well, gentlemen, let's guess which lady's it is." The old gentleman shook the ribbon and said .

"Oh, that looks like..." A young lady was about to say something when she suddenly blushed and lowered her head.

On the contrary, some women didn't care, put their fans over their mouths, and shouted: "Oh my God, who put the bra straps in there?"

Many men have already figured out that these are underwear straps. Although they are eager to try it, they are unwilling to open their mouths to make random guesses, so as not to embarrass others.

Many of the guests frequented Mormont Manor, and it was natural that some people noticed that the pattern of this belt was very novel and familiar. A certain lady once wore such a dress to show off in the market.

Many people turned their eyes to Margaret in the field, and whispered to each other quietly.

Margaret's face was pale, and she seemed to be about to faint. Not only Margaret, but Viscount Bruce's family were all panicked.

Wilson naturally noticed the awkward atmosphere.

"What's the matter? Whose thing is that?" Wilson asked sharply.

"That...that's not my thing..." Margaret said guiltily.

At this time, someone feared that the world would not be chaotic and shouted: "I have seen Miss Margaret wearing clothes of this kind of pattern."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Viscount Bruce got angry on the spot, and punched the nonsense guest.

For a while, the scene became a mess.The male guests fought, the female guests screamed and watched jokes, and a rumor quickly spread among the crowd, and it was unknown who said it first.

"I heard that Margaret was ambiguous with a servant named Jason in their family, and they had an affair in private, and even the servants in the house knew about it."

Wilson's face was livid. He had already revealed to many people that he was planning to marry Margaret. At this time, he turned around and left without saying a word. Margaret chased him and ran out of the hall.

What happened next could turn into a big peachy news, which has been circulated in Yorkshire for several years.

I heard that Viscount Wilson left Mormont Manor overnight without mentioning the marriage, as if it never happened.

The Christmas dinner goes awry, and the guests leave quietly without even saying hello to the hosts, who are stalking the house.

"What's going on! What's going on! Aren't you in charge of Miss's clothes? Why is there a belt there!" the Viscount grabbed Margaret's personal maid and asked loudly.

The maid was full of tears: "I don't know, I really don't know, I couldn't find that belt a long time ago, and I couldn't find it when I changed the lady's clothes that night, and I informed the lady, and the lady said, 'I can't find it. Forget it, buy a new one."

The Viscount looked at his wife, and the Viscount also panicked and said incoherently, "I don't know, I thought..."

"What do you think! You couldn't find it when you were changing clothes. How could the things you were wearing inside fall out! Ask your good daughter if she took off her clothes outside! And what about those rumors! She said she would bring I feel weird when the manservant gets married! That manservant named Jason, bring him to see me! I'm going to take him to court! And those damned servants, why didn't you inform me of such rumors sooner? Know!"

"No, no, don't make it public. If there is a big trouble, our reputation will be completely ruined. Father, please calm down." Catherine said, grabbing the Viscount's arm.

The Viscount took a deep breath and said after a long time, "Send this maid to court, claiming that she stole Miss' property."

"No, no, I don't." The maid struggled desperately, with an expression of disbelief, stealing such expensive property would be punished by hanging.

"If you didn't steal it, how could my sister's things be there!" Catherine exclaimed.

"It's Miss and Jason..."

"Shut up!" Before the maid could finish her sentence, the Viscount interrupted her harshly, and then ordered: "This bitch has been bewitched by the devil. She stole Miss's ribbon and used it to tarnish Miss's reputation. She Heinous crime! Let the judge hang her!"

After speaking, the poor maid was dragged out.

Although this matter has been satisfactorily resolved, the reputation cannot be restored. The unmarried lady of the viscount's family had an affair with the servant, and whether it was true or not, it has spread all over Yorkshire. What's more, this lady was divorced by her fiance. Is there any more breaking news than this?Everyone talked about it after dinner.

When the drama came to an end, a servant named Jason in the Viscount's mansion was kicked out of the manor, and he died on the streets of Yorkshire not long after. His death was extremely horrific.

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"Did you put the ribbon in there!" the Viscountess asked Catherine.

When there were only Catherine and her in the room, the Viscountess finally asked the question that had been lingering in her heart for a long time.

"Mother, I thought you weren't as stupid as other people." Catherine said, frowning.

"But you tore Margaret's skirt that day..." the Viscountess said suspiciously.

"Even if I am dissatisfied that Margaret snatched Viscount Wilson, I will not ignore the overall situation. Besides, Margaret and I are two sisters. If she ruined her reputation, do I have a good reputation? Now I can even go out Be ridiculed by others!" Catherine bit her lip and said, "That idiot Margaret, she messed with me and hurt me..."

At the door, Margaret's personal maid stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

She was originally ordered to invite Catherine to Margaret's room. I just arranged for her to wait at the door for a while, but I didn't expect to hear such a conversation.

The maid gave me a flustered look.

I gave her a helpless expression, then shook my head, and said softly, "I didn't expect it to be...hey... how could Miss Catherine do this..."

The maid clenched her lips. The maid who served Margaret with her before was sent to court because of this incident. She might be sentenced to hang, and even if she survived, she would be exiled to the American continent or the southern continent. She did not continue to wait. , left silently...

The author has something to say: It needs to be clarified that the protagonist of this article is set to be black-bellied and selfish, and he will ignore everything for revenge.