gentleman's servant

The woman took me to a small building, which was full of licentious people, and the obscene scene made people frown.The woman pointed to a small room and said to me, "This is it."

I peeked through the crack of the door.

Andrei was indeed drawing a picture, he was drawing a prostitute, naked, in a rather presumptuous pose, looking at Andrei with provocative eyes.

Andre draws while drinking. He takes a sip of wine, draws a few strokes on the canvas, and then takes another sip. The whole person looks bohemian.

I pushed open the door and walked in. Both of them were startled and turned to look at me.

"Annie asked me to come to you. The people from the bank came to collect the money today." I said concisely.

Andre chuckled and continued to paint, ignoring me at all.

In fact, he was a very handsome young man, but perhaps because of his body being ruined by drinking, his face was yellow, with thick bags and dark circles under his eyes, and he looked particularly decadent.

Seeing this, the prostitute smiled triumphantly at me and said, "Tell her that he will stay here tonight and draw pictures..."

When she said the word Huahua, her voice was eloquent and eloquent, so charming that people's bones trembled.Andre showed excited eyes, smeared on the canvas excitedly, and said while painting: "That's it, you are beautiful."

I frowned, not wanting to talk to him any more, turned around and left here.

When I went back, Annie was waiting at the entrance of the alley.When she saw that I was the only one coming back, her shoulders dropped slowly, and she was as dull as a puppet.

"He's not coming back?" asked Anne.

"He's drawing a picture of a whore." I didn't tell her a lie to comfort her, but told her the truth.

"I know." Annie lowered her head: "He mentioned that woman, is she beautiful?"

"No." I shook my head.

"His previous model was me, but my portraits couldn't be sold at all." Annie said with a wry smile, "So he found another model, and I gave him the money."

I watched her silently because I didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Annie wiped her tears and said, "Okay, I'm fine, I'm bothering you tonight, I'm going back."

"What do you do with the money?" I asked.

"There's always a way," Annie said, and then she disappeared into the dark night.

I really wish I could help her, but unfortunately I have no money. When I left Delman Manor, I only had five shillings on me. I wanted to leave quietly. Naturally, it is impossible to ask the housekeeper for wages.

The only valuable thing I had with me was the hexagonal brooch which the Baron had given me, which was very fine and made of gold.

When the Baron gave it to me, he said that if you don't want it, you can sell it for money.

Of course, it is impossible to sell this kind of thing. Once I take it out, I will face the arrest of the sheriff, because it is impossible for a person of my status to own such a precious item.Anyone would think that this must have been stolen.

I'm just keeping it because, maybe someday I'll sell it for money.

One morning a few days later, Mr. Gabriel was sitting at the table having breakfast.I put the newspaper delivered by the postman in front of him, and I glanced at it casually, and the big words on the front page of the newspaper came into my eyes.

Riots broke out in the North American colonies.

What I have been waiting for for a long time has finally happened. In fact, I have already secretly checked the Viscount's family.

They rented a small house in the Upper East Side. Compared to their noble status, this house is too small. The Viscount and his two daughters live here, and the total number of servants in the house is only five .

They seemed to have known about my being turned away by the Baron, so my sister Angie was also dismissed, and she went home with the other dismissed servants.

Although they are already very down and out, as long as they don't fall into the dust for a day, I have no chance of revenge. I have been waiting for the opportunity, and this opportunity seems to have arrived.The Viscount invested all his funds on that route, and once there was a riot in the colony, his investment would be wiped out, and then they would really be like bereaved dogs.

But when I went to investigate again, I found that the house had changed owners, and the Viscount's family had disappeared without a trace.

People nearby told me: "The wife of that family died suddenly, and then they disappeared overnight, and the bank couldn't find them even if they wanted the money."

The Viscountess is dead?

How could she die suddenly?In my impression, the noble woman who always waved her fan and laughed softly, she was still alive and kicking a few months ago, trying every means to take advantage of the baron.

But that woman has the common problem of all aristocratic women. She always wears a tight waist, so she often has difficulty breathing, and she can't do without the fan all the time.She also went on frequent diets and had surgeons bled her just to make her skin look a little paler.

All of a sudden I lost news of my enemies and it upset me.However, after I inquired for a long time, I still couldn't find out where they went, and they didn't go back to Mormont Manor, they just disappeared out of thin air.

Before I knew it, it was late autumn, and I still had no news of the Viscount's family.Mr. Gabriel paid more and more attention to me. After I served him for a few days, he raised my wages. Now I have an annual salary of fifteen pounds, which is more than what I earn in the manor. .

"I feel more energetic in this outfit, what do you think?" Mr. Gabriel was wearing the most popular clothes in the capital, turning left and right in front of the mirror, as if he was very satisfied with himself.

I helped him put his coat on, smoothed out the creases on his back with a small brush, and handed him the black cane, and a gentleman was done.Had he remained silent, he would have been thought a young gentleman.

Of course, he only looks alike, and if you talk to him, you'll immediately find out that he doesn't know anything about high society.He didn't know music, he didn't know painting, he didn't know literature, he didn't even know the popular sports.But this gentleman is very contemptuous of the upper class, and always contemptuous of those who put on airs, so I admire him very much for that.

Mr. Gabriel knew several noble children. These people were poor boys who could not inherit the title or the right to inherit the land. They could only find a way out in the army.They got acquainted with Gabriel naturally for only one purpose, and that was money.

Not all noble young masters are gentle, refined and knowledgeable. In fact, there are countless ignorant fools and villains among them.Although Mr. Gabriel is young, he is by no means an idiot. He often laughs at himself and says, "If it weren't for the connections behind these guys, I wouldn't even take a second look at these trash."

But to mingle with such people is to inevitably lead them into the high-society pleasure-seeking circle, which is full of dandies.Drinking, gambling, and playing with women are the necessary requirements for you to thrive in this circle.

So I was not at all surprised when Mr. Gabriel was taken to this exclusive brothel.

Aristocratic gentlemen pay attention to the marriage of the right family, which makes their choice range very narrow, and some people even only marry in a fixed group of people.So there are like-minded couples, but the number is not so abundant.Moreover, as aristocratic lords, they face too many temptations every day, and countless women try to throw themselves into their arms, so every noble lord can have countless mistresses as the brightest sunshine in their boring marriage.The high-end brothel is the best place for them to dabble. The maids are too stupid, the common people are not beautiful enough, and the prostitutes on the roadside are too cheap.It would be great if there is a woman who can explore the true meaning of life with them, who is also beautiful and tender, and who can be dragged into bed at any time.

So the high-level courtesans fully satisfied the ambitions of the noble gentlemen.

They have generally been educated, are good at words, and understand sentiment, and they know how to show their beauty better than all noble women.

Gentlemen always have to be different. Although they all do that kind of thing, they have to pay attention to mood and atmosphere.Like falling in love, you have to talk deeply and get to know each other first, and then make further moves, instead of going straight to the point, which is why they spend a lot of money to come here.

This guild hall is very luxurious, like a gentleman's mansion, and this gentleman is holding a grand banquet. The gentleman and the ladies are all well-dressed, surrounded by delicious wine and food, and elegant and harmonious music is played around them.

They talked about art, they talked about love, everyone was polite and decent, and they never let go of their lives except in the middle of the night.

I suspect that Mr. Gabriel has never been to such a place. As far as I know, he has three mistresses, two factory girls and one housemaid.So when the lady here seduced him with her seductive eyes, he was as dull as a fool who had never seen a woman before, and the image of a gentleman he had built up with great difficulty immediately collapsed.

It was a woman in a white lace dress. She had curly black hair tied into round buns with white ribbons and scattered behind her back.Her emerald green eyes and small nose give her an exotic look, perhaps of Spanish descent.

"Hello, sir." Her voice was low, like an intoxicating cello.

"You... hello!" Mr. Gabriel held up her hand in a panic, and then kissed the back of her hand.

The woman giggled, and the others were also amused by him. Standing beside him, I had the urge to put my hand on my forehead. This gentleman is too unsteady. He just met a high-level courtesan, so there is no need to be so excited.

But I was wrong. To Mr. Gabriel, who had never seen a similar woman, this woman was like an intoxicating fine wine.After all, he had only ever had that kind of affair with maids and factory girls, beautiful women who had the image of upper-class women and showed interest in him, and he was immediately fascinated.

I suddenly felt that maybe Mr. Gabriel's disdain for the upper class was just a faux pas. He actually admired everything in the upper class, and he showed disdain only because the upper class refused him to step in.

So that night, Mr. Gabriel stayed in the bedroom of this woman named Lily, and they slept until noon the next day, and I even brought lunch in.This kind of high-end club also has a place for servants to live in. Although there is no inconvenience, what annoys me is that some gentlemen always mistake me for a male prostitute here, so I always hide in the room for fear of causing trouble trouble.

Mr. Gabriel is infatuated with the prostitute Lily, visiting her every now and then and giving her precious dresses and jewelry.

"She is different from other women. I have never seen a woman who is as knowledgeable and elegant as her. Do you know? Her father was a nobleman in Spain. It was only because of his poor family that he had to become a courtesan." Mr. Bailie could not speak more highly of her.

Maybe every man in love is so hot-headed, and it won't be so when they see a few more.So what if Mr. Gabriel is madly in love now?It is impossible for him to marry Lily as his wife, and the shelf life of this love will not be too long.

And Lily is the most calm about this. Maybe she has seen too many men in this kind of place, and also seen too many gentlemen's hot-headed love, so she didn't pursue Mr. Gabriel's eager pursuit at all. Take it to heart.

Instead, she stands tall.

Suddenly, I found this lady very admirable.

If only I could be as calm as she is, and never get involved in even the most passionate feelings.The baron's feelings for me must be the same as Mr. Gabriel's feelings for Lily.Maybe he has forgotten me, I am like a hasty passerby to him, leaving no trace.