gentleman's servant

Four or five servants were driven away, and the housekeeper, Selina, also left the manor because she felt dereliction of duty.

What I did didn't seem to hurt the Bruce family at all, but some innocent servants were hurt, but I don't regret it at all.I said to myself, it's not my fault, it's Bruce, and even without me, they'd blame innocent servants for any trouble they got into, just like they used me.

Such is the case with a lie, if you tell it a thousand times it is no longer a lie.I was like a deceitful person, turning a blind eye to the anxiety and guilt in my heart, and dismissing it as boring emotions.

In my opinion, nothing in this world is more important than revenge.

In the past few days, the Bruce family has been gloomy.

"What should we do? The bank is asking for money again." The Viscount walked around anxiously.

The Viscountess waved her fan and asked out of breath, "Is there no other place to borrow money?"

"Borrow! Borrow! Borrow! You know how to borrow!" The Viscount yelled angrily: "If Margaret didn't do these scandals, we wouldn't be in this situation. Now it's all over, who will marry them? They are notorious Now, like those lowly courtesans! Maybe it would be better to let them be courtesans, maybe they can make a lot of money, and we won't be as embarrassed as we are now."

The Viscountess comforted her husband and said: "Okay, don't be angry, is it true that you can't borrow money? There will always be some businessmen who cling to the powerful and powerful to lend us money. We just lower our dignity and make friends with them."

"Shut up! Our family married a merchant's daughter, which has been looked down upon by people in the aristocratic circle, and now we have to associate with those lowly merchants in order to borrow money, then our family will really become the laughing stock of the entire upper class Don't think about raising your head again in the future."

"Then what should we do?" The Viscountess said tremblingly: "Otherwise, we will reduce the servants of the manor, or collect rent from the tenants in advance."

"If this is done, the nobles in Yorkshire will immediately know that our finances are in trouble, and no one will lend us money by then."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, should we just wait like this?"

"I think maybe we can talk to that kid Oscar again." The Viscount stroked the short beard on his chin and said, "We are both named Bruce, and he won't ignore us when we are in trouble, maybe He will lend us money."

"Well, now it seems that this is the only way to go. Let's invite that annoying bastard again. I hope his mean face can give us elders a face."

The spring in Yorkshire comes very early, the sea breeze carries the warm air and brings the drizzle in the early spring. The whole land is shrouded in mist, and the water vapor seems to fill the whole world.Especially in the morning, under the thick fog, you can't see anything but white mist.

Baron Oscar arrived at the manor on a foggy morning. This visit was different from the last time he traveled lightly. This time he brought a total of six servants, driving a four-wheeled carriage and several horses. The mighty came to Mormont Manor.

The entire manor only entertained him as a guest, but it was as busy as if it was entertaining the royal relatives.In the eyes of the Viscount family, Baron Oscar is such a distinguished guest. After all, those who can get money out are big shots, aren't they?

Anne told me that Miss Margaret was so sad that she lost her shape. She didn't eat, drink, or dress up, and she was dying as if she was seriously ill.After this kind of thing happened, the reputation of a young lady has been ruined, and it is impossible to marry a well-matched nobleman, even a landlord without a noble title will not want her.

Now she has only two ways, one is to marry a businessman, the other is to marry a doctor or a lawyer, the former will lose her status, and the latter will lose her money.Miss Margaret was reluctant to part with either a good life or a decent status.So the hunchback Baron Oscar Bruce, whom she always looked down on in the past, seemed to bring her new hope. This man will inherit his father's title after his father's death, and he should and must marry her.

In Margaret's eyes, Catherine became a very obtrusive existence. In many people's eyes, she was young and beautiful, gentle and virtuous, kind and generous, and she did not ruin her reputation like herself.If Baron Oscar really wanted to choose one of their sisters as his wife, the chances of choosing Catherine would definitely be greater than her.

So, early this morning, we saw a newly dressed Miss Margaret appearing in the hall. She has always been a noble lady who sleeps until noon. There is only one reason for getting up so early, and that is to see To Baron Oscar who goes out riding every morning.

To be honest, Margaret is a very beautiful woman, otherwise Viscount Wilson would not be fascinated by her, and would marry a girl in his teens when he was a lot older.

At this time, Margaret was wearing a chic black riding outfit, a rose-colored sun hat on her head, and a small whip in her hand. She looked very heroic and beautiful.

At this time, the masters hadn't woken up yet, and the servants had just finished their breakfast. Everyone was amazed to see Miss Margaret walking in the hall alone, her expression was like seeing a ghost.After a while, Miss Margaret finally got impatient. She stopped a passing servant and asked, "Has Baron Oscar gone out for a ride?"

"No, Baron Oscar didn't go out."

"Why? Doesn't he go out for a ride every morning?"

"This morning, the baron's servant came to pass word that the weather is foggy and the road cannot be seen clearly, so there is no need to prepare the horse."

"That's right." Margaret said with embarrassment, "Is breakfast ready? Hurry up, I'm hungry."

After speaking, she hurried to the restaurant.The servants looked at each other with knowing smiles.

In the kitchen, Simon said to me: "Look at her, she is not as smart as Miss Catherine. I saw Catherine's personal maid go to the baron early in the morning. They told the baron that it was foggy outside and riding a horse was dangerous. I hope the baron can stay." At home. She has fulfilled her responsibilities as a master, and is also caring and considerate, unlike Miss Margaret, which is simply embarrassing and must be a laughing stock to the baron."

I let out an upset 'hmm'.

"Speaking of which, why did you offend the baron? I saw him give you a disgusted look yesterday. At such a time, don't be dismissed." Simon said.

This is exactly what worries me. Originally, the baron would not pay much attention to his servants, but when he passed by a row of servants, he suddenly stopped in front of a servant, and then gave the servant a dissatisfied note. All of this became more subtle, especially when the baron was a distinguished guest of the manor.

The housekeeper thought that I had offended the baron, so he called me to his room that night, and told me seriously: "The baron doesn't seem to like to see you, so don't appear in the living room during this time, you are only allowed in the kitchen and the outer court."

I secretly thought it was bad, wondering if the housekeeper would fire me because of this.Recently, Mormont Manor has laid off a large number of servants, and several junior servants have been dismissed. We have a lot of work at once, but from the tone of Aaron's housekeeper, it seems that a few more people will be cut.

At this moment, the cook Betty interjected with a flushed face, "Don't worry, the Baron should be leaving soon."

Simon looked at Betty in surprise, showed a teasing smile, patted my shoulder and said, "Are you worried about this kid? It's really enviable, don't you think?"

For a while, everyone in the kitchen booed, and Betty blushed even more, and hurried out of the kitchen like a frightened animal.Simon leaned forward and back with a smile: "She is really cute, don't you go after her? This is a good opportunity."

I sighed and said, "Stop making such jokes, Betty will be embarrassed."

"Why, it's too late for that girl to like you."

A chubby cook glared at me and Simon with dissatisfaction: "You bastards, don't bother my girl anymore, go and call Betty back, don't you know that there is a shortage of manpower now? You still hide out and be lazy."

Simon pushed me, winked at me, and I chased out helplessly.

At this time, there is still thick fog outside, and the sky will not clear until eight o'clock.The soil on the ground was very wet, and the place where the sheepskin shoes stepped would leave a string of footprints. It seemed that Betty had gone to the stable to find her uncle John.

In the mist, I saw someone coming out of the stable leading a horse.

When I got closer, I realized that it was the Baron in black riding attire.

As usual, Baron Oscar glanced over coldly with lowered corners of his eyes. The moment he saw me, he paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

I think I should apologize to him and ask for his forgiveness, at least not to show my disgust in public, because that will lead to my being kicked out of the manor.But I was also worried that I would annoy him by saying the wrong thing. After all, he told me very violently last time that I was not allowed to appear in front of him again.

It was a dilemma, and when he was hesitating, he led the horse and walked up to me.

"Good morning, my lord." I bowed to him.

He took out a white handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, then looked condescendingly at me who bent over him.

The atmosphere was too stiff, so I had no choice but to take the initiative to say: "Sir, are you going to ride a horse? The weather doesn't seem to be safe, so let's go after the fog clears."

He didn't say anything, but kept his eyes on me.Then he suddenly tightened the reins of the horse, jumped up, got on the horse's back, galloped out like the wind, and disappeared in the misty white mist after a while.

I looked at the direction where he disappeared on his horse, and I was a little puzzled, and I didn't think about it if I couldn't figure it out.I turned and went into the stable, and Betty was indeed with her uncle.Seeing me coming, the girl blushed and bowed her head cautiously: "Mr. Eric, why are you here?"

"You can just call me Owen, Mr. Eric or something, I can't afford it." I smiled at her.

Hearing this sentence, the girl's face became even redder.

"The cook told you to go back, Betty." As soon as I finished speaking, the girl ran out of the stable as if running away. After running out, she turned around again and whispered, "Thank you, Owen."

Seeing Betty walking away, Uncle John said to me: "This girl is as timid as a rabbit and shy, but she is kind-hearted and hardworking. She is a good girl."

I responded with a smile.

Uncle John smiled heartily, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, I heard that you were kicked out of the living room yesterday. If you have nothing to do, help me chop some firewood."

After speaking, he took me to the small woods behind. Several small cypress trees fell on the ground, and a rusty ax was stuck on a tree stump.

I took off my coat, grabbed the ax and started chopping wood.

Uncle John brought his broken carriage and said to me, "Help me break some more. I'm going to town now, and I'll bring you some wine when I come back."

"You go, leave it to me." I nodded and said.

"Young lads are just for girls," I heard him mutter as he left...