gentleman's servant

The baron came to the king because he was invited by Earl Harlock.

The Earl has a beautiful mansion, which is located on St. Lun Avenue. This is the ancestral house of the Earl, but it is said that he is living in distress recently and intends to sell it.He offered £[-] and demanded that all the furniture remain as it was, not even an armchair moved.These old-school nobles are like this, even though they have fallen to this point, they still want to put on airs.He's even throwing a dance, presumably to get more people to see his house.He invited many people to this ball, and used the opportunity of the ball to introduce the treasures in his house.

"This is a painting by the Hungarian painter Von Kell. You see, how kind the face of the Virgin is! This is my grandfather's favorite, and it is worth at least a thousand pounds." The ball has not officially started yet, and Earl Harlock is bragging .

The gentlemen admired his paintings, but were not interested in the price he proposed, thirty thousand pounds?Had to buy the crap in the house as a side effect, no kidding.

The mansion was brightly lit, candles were lit everywhere, and musicians were playing melodious music in the hall.Guests were pouring into the hall, handing their heavy coats to the approaching servants at the door.

Although the weather outside was cold, it was extremely warm in the hall. Most of the ladies wore evening dresses with bare breasts and arms, and the most popular beaded flowers or gauze on their heads.The gentlemen took off their fur coats and hats, handed their sticks to the servants, and with one arm bent, led their ladies into the hall.

The Baron was called away by Earl Harlock the moment he entered the hall. You will find that the Earl is very respectful to the Baron. up.

I am the baron's personal servant. During the whole ball, I must stand in the corner like a statue and stand still. This is a requirement for the accompanying servants.It's a pity that before I had time to hide in the corner, a noble lady came to talk to me.

Miss Emily was wearing a light pink long dress, and her long golden hair was coiled like smoke, wrapped in fine white lace, and the lace was studded with pearls the size of rice grains.She is very beautiful, but she doesn't stand out among a group of beauties competing for beauty, but she knows how to show her beauty. Her dress is not offensive, it only makes people feel soft and comfortable.

"I remember you, you are Lord Oscar's personal servant." She said with a smile.

When a high-status woman suddenly condescends to talk to a lowly servant, you have to think about her purpose at this time. I have been fooled by her before, so I can't help but be more careful.

"It's a great honor for me," I said, bending over her.

"I don't know if the baron's cousins ​​still live in the house?" She said obliquely, "I got along well with the two ladies last time, and I have always wanted to invite them to visit."

She was talking nonsense with her eyes open. Of course, no one could expose her.

"The two ladies have left the baron's house," I replied, "perhaps you can write to them."

She nodded with a smile: "I will try to contact them, you know... I always thought that I would soon hear the news of the marriage between the Baron and Miss Catherine, after all, the two of them get along so happily."

I smiled and didn't answer her question directly.

At this time, a gentleman came to invite Miss Emily to dance. Emily took the man's hand gracefully and followed him into the dance floor.

The group dance is a blind date dance in disguise. Men and women must constantly exchange partners, seize this short opportunity to talk to each other and get to know each other.Therefore, there are often many strict rules, such as exchanging partners immediately after dancing a dance, and for example, a man and a woman cannot dance more than four dances.

But at almost all balls there are always more ladies than gentlemen, and at the most exaggerated times the pews are filled with young girls with nothing to do, all eager for some gentleman to ask them to dance.

The dance was very long, maybe until two or three o'clock in the middle of the night, I stood bored, and my eyes scanned the people on the dance floor aimlessly.

Here, all the people are so gorgeous and elegant, they try their best to put on their best posture, trying to win everyone's attention.But in fact, no one will pay too much attention to others, unless this person is powerful and powerful, only in this way will he get the attention of the audience, whether it is a young lady or a married woman, whether it is a young man or a successful person gentleman.

Suddenly, a familiar face flashed in front of my eyes.

I froze for a moment, stared blankly at that person, and rubbed my eyes again to make sure I wasn't dazzled.

Even though that man has been away from home for many years, I can still recognize him at a glance.

But how could it be him!

That man, like me, has a tall and straight body, blond curly hair and blue eyes. The years have left deep marks on the corners of his eyes, but they can't change his appearance in my memory.Even if he is wearing fine clothes, even if he is holding a noble and beautiful woman on his arm.

Is he my father?Or he just looks like his father, but how can there be such a similar person in the world!

My eyes followed him, and the more I looked, the more I felt like him.

The scene when I was a child can’t help appearing in my mind. My father returned home after finishing the farm work, raised me as a child with one hand, and then hugged my mother to be intimate with her. The expressions of the two people are deeply engraved in my memory. At that time How happy our family is.

But later they had two more daughters, but the crops in the field were not good. Life at home became more and more tense, and their quarrels became more and more fierce.Until one day, my father told my mother that he was going to the capital to see if he could earn some extra money, but he never came back...

I always thought he was dead, because only then would I not resent him.I would fantasize that he met a robber, or fell seriously ill. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go home, but he can’t go home. He doesn’t want to abandon his family and his responsibilities on purpose...Only in this way, he will always be the one in my heart. A tall man like a mountain.

"What are you thinking?" A familiar voice interrupted my contemplation.

I looked up, and the baron was standing in front of me, his brows were frowning, his lips were drawn into a line, and he seemed angry.

Realizing that I had lost my composure, I hurriedly straightened my legs and bowed slightly: "My lord, you are back."

The baron was silent for a while, but did not ask further questions.

I sighed secretly, laughing at my stupidity.The people who came to the ball tonight were either celebrities or aristocrats. How could there be a manservant's father among them? It was simply fantastic.

"Oh! Baron Oster..."

With a sharp cry, a fat lady stepped out from the dance floor. It was Mrs. Shirley whom I hadn't seen for a long time.

The lady was wearing a very bright pale blue silk dress, which was very tight and hugged her large breasts with a large emerald necklace.

Maybe dancing is a social activity that consumes too much energy. The lady was out of breath, sweating profusely, and kept fanning herself with a small fan.

"Good day, ma'am." The baron took her hand and kissed the ruby ​​ring on her finger.

"Hello, I'm so glad to meet you here, don't you mind staying with me for a while?" She blinked her eyes, covered the corner of her mouth with a fan and said, "Those young guys are almost too much for me, they are too popular and too popular I'm sure you feel the welcome annoyance, and the unmarried girls around here are staring at you. If you were a piece of meat, they'd jump up and tear you apart."

In the love scene of the upper class, all love revolves around only two things, one is beauty, and the other is money.If an unmarried gentleman or lady has a substantial net worth, they may pay a little romantic attention to appearance when choosing a partner.But if there is no support, all their minds will only revolve around money.

A lady without a dowry naturally wants to use her beauty and wisdom to find a rich gentleman. It doesn't matter whether the gentleman is always ugly, disabled or stupid.And the young guy who has no inheritance rights also wants to use his beauty and wisdom to match up with a lady with a heavy dowry or a widow with a rich family, and he doesn't care if he is always ugly, disabled or stupid.

But when a lady has a decent dowry, the chances of her impulsive love marrying a poor boy are slim to none.But rich widows are different, especially those old women who are ugly and lack the nourishment of love, and they can easily fall into the love net woven by young men.As long as you marry them, you can collect all their money, and you will have nothing for the rest of your life, so Mrs. Shirley is very popular among young gentlemen who have no inheritance rights or cannot open their families.

I thought the baron didn't like Mrs. Shirley, so he would refuse her invitation. Unexpectedly, the baron directly bowed his arms to her, so Mrs. Shirley smiled and embraced her.

Then Mrs. Shirley looked back at me and said with a light smile, "Did you get him back?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied the baron simply.

"Hehe." Madam Shirley smiled meaningfully.

But I blushed because of their two sentences. How did Mrs. Shirley know about my leaving the manor? Could it be that the baron went to her house to look for me?Did he think that after I left him, I was going to be Mrs. Shirley's little boy?

He didn't dare to think about it, this scene was too embarrassing, and he was ashamed to go to other people's homes to ask.

"There are so many courtiers under the skirt, don't you have someone you are attracted to?" the Baron asked as he walked.

"Hehe, I'm about to have a grandson, will I marry again?" Mrs. Shirley whispered, shaking her fan.

"Since that's the case, why did you give those crazy bees and butterflies the wrong signal? I heard that someone is going to fight for you."

Mrs. Shirley became more and more proud. She giggled, and the fat on her chin quivered slightly.

"Even if I'm about to have a grandson, I'm still a woman, so I'll always enjoy being flattered and scrambled by men. Seeing their self-righteousness is always my greatest entertainment, and the disdainful and jealous eyes of those young girls also make me feel comfortable, It’s like going back to girlhood.”

"Don't say that, you are always beautiful, just like a girl." The baron said without changing his expression.

"Hehe, the young man is really cute." Mrs. Shirley said with a light smile, "I shouldn't be here with me, an old woman, I should go to dance with young girls. Half of the girls are sitting around doing nothing tonight. You're so unrespectable hiding here as a wallflower."

"One shouldn't expect grace from my dark hunchback..."

The two of them were chatting happily, and they seemed to have a very good relationship. Madam Shirley whispered to the baron about the guests at the ball.

"Earl Harlock is so poor that he's about to make trousers. Look at her daughter. Although she's wearing a fashionable silk dress, all the lace on her body is cheap. It's embarrassing for this beautiful girl..."

"Mrs. Johnson must be pregnant. She has never worn such a loose corset in her life. Poor her husband has been at sea for several months..."

"Baron Yuzak has a very bad relationship with his eldest son..."

I noticed Mrs Shirley's eyes were on 'the' man on the dance floor.

She said: "I heard they were making a scene and his son was yelling like crazy that he wasn't his father..."