[Titanic] I can't help myself

William did not return until we had killed enough game for two picnics.

"Solved!" he said. "It's a while before lunch, and who wants to hunt more foxes?"

This proposal was approved by almost everyone. Compared with raising a gun on the ground and shooting the hares and pheasants driven by the servants, it is obviously more thrilling to hunt down a fox on a horse.

So I had to follow everyone on the horse.In the last hour, we chased three more foxes and accidentally killed a deer, which can be described as a rewarding experience.

Although the sun is good today, the temperature is not high. The ladies who rushed over from the castle wore thick coats and hung a fox scarf around their necks. These scarves kept the integrity of the fox as much as possible, as if it was alive. I got goosebumps all over my body.

"A pleasant surprise!" William smiled and showed the deer to the ladies. "We can taste Mrs. Field's craftsmanship in the evening. Her roasted deer is a must."

My mother pulled me and Rose aside, she had a gentle smile on her face, and she looked as if she was having a pleasant conversation with us, but in fact her deliberately lowered voice was full of anxiety and tension that could not be concealed.

"I heard that outsiders broke into the hunting ground, and they attacked you!" said the mother quickly, while smiling back at another lady who greeted her not far away, "Those damned inferiors! You didn't Are you hurt?"

"Of course not." I held her hand, and even through the glove, I could feel the cold temperature, "We retreated in time, and William even blocked them. The closest distance I am to them is Ten meters."

"What about you, Rose?" Mother turned to Rose again, "Are you scared?"

"No." Rose answered briefly, and then frowned, "You speak so harshly, they are not inferior people, they just sympathize with those little animals! They..."

"Rose, please!" I gave Rose a reproachful look, and said to my mother, "The gentlemen are all gentlemen, and they stood in front of Rose right away and protected her very well. And you know, Rose is very courageous, she is not one of those charming young ladies who want to smell salts every now and then, this little trouble will not scare her."

Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of Carl who was standing in front of me at that time, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

"That's good." Mother showed a really reassuring smile.

I think she has heard about this from the servant who reported it, but she still needs to confirm it with the child before she can rest assured.This kind of motherly love for the child made me feel hot, and I couldn't help holding her hand tightly, leaning forward and kissing her cheek lightly.

"I'm sorry, Mom, to worry you." I whispered.

Mother also kissed my cheek: "What nonsense!"

I looked at Rose, she rolled her eyes indistinctly, and kissed my mother, "I'm sorry."

Mother kissed her back coldly, then took my arm, breathed a sigh of relief, and said briskly: "Oh, you seem to have a good harvest today! Henry, how many prey do you have?"

"Although it's embarrassing, I killed two pheasants." I smiled, "I asked George to keep my two pheasants separately, and I will only serve them for you to taste later."

There are not so many picnic rules, and the seats are not specially arranged. There is a long table in the corner of the pavilion, with some drinks and desserts, which looks a bit like a buffet.I got two glasses of juice for Mom and Rose, and when I came back, Carl was sitting next to Mom.

"...Of course," Carl smiled, "Miss Rose's riding skills are the best among all the ladies I know."

"Her father, the former Earl of Richardmond, was a very good equestrian, and she has completely inherited her father's advantages." The mother boasted of Rose's advantages with a reserved smile, but the person concerned seemed Lack of interest, expressionless, turned his head away from Karl and his mother.

My mother made a gesture of embarrassment to me, and I sat down beside Rose, poked her leg quietly, and said with a smile: "Rose, don't be so shy, a good lady should readily accept a gentleman's compliment, too Too much humility and shyness can make people mistake you for arrogance."

Rose pursed her lips reluctantly, and whispered, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Hockley."

Carl grinned and reached out to help me put the juice in front of Mom.

Mother thanked her and went on to say, "Mr Hockley, I hear you've built three more factories this year in Germany and England...that's amazing, Henry should learn more from you...yes, we've been to Germany , when Rose was nine years old, she was studying music and dance in Dresden... Although as a mother, I couldn't bear her to be so far away from me, but my reason told me that I should not delay her future, and now it is obvious , the decision at that time was right, when she was 13 years old, she had already left far behind other girls of the same age, even those girls who had grown up were not as knowledgeable and versatile as her... "

Mother and Carl were obviously having a great time talking, and the conversation revolved around what a wonderful girl Rose was.Rose was very impatient about this, and couldn't leave, so she just sat there, staring into the distance in a daze.

I also felt bored for a while about such sales-like topics, but I couldn't follow Rose's example and ignore them in a daze.Rose is a girl, she is only 16 years old, and being in a daze can be interpreted as shyness, and I am the head of the clan who has inherited the name of the earl, and my mother is working hard to socialize for Rose's marriage, even if I can't get any help, must also be involved.Fortunately, the appetizers were served quickly, which allowed the two of them to put this topic aside.

The main course is the pheasants we hunted. The kitchen adds some red wine when marinating, brushes with honey before and after roasting, and sprinkles some cheese and pepper. The taste of the roasted pheasants is very special. This is Chatz The private party of Mrs. Field, the head chef of Voss, who is especially good at making all kinds of roasts.

At the dinner table, William told everyone where the people who appeared suddenly during the hunt were going. There was no doubt that it was the police station. They might have to stay for a few days.

"I've heard that Sir Anderson's daughter was among those people. Is that true?" asked a woman who was not part of the hunt.

William nodded, and the ladies suddenly let out various tones of exclamation.

"It's terrible!" said another girl, covering her mouth. "I can't believe that Sir Anderson's daughter is such a person. We invited their family to a ball in London this year!"

"The world has changed now." A man said, "The power of these lower classes is getting stronger and stronger, and they start to dictate God's will and thousands of years of tradition. The dignity of the nobility is becoming less and less valuable. If you put it in 100 Years ago, their behavior was enough to get them hanged!"

"Forgive them, Elvis." Another man said, "It's just the clown's jealousy. They have worked hard for hundreds of years but they can't reach our level. They can only vent their dissatisfaction in this way, as if It’s like we’re on an equal footing with us.”

Hearing all this, Rose's eyes widened. She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to speak, I quickly kicked her under the table, and she immediately looked at me angrily.

"Shut up!" I moved my lips slightly, warning her.She pursed her lips, looked at me for a while, and finally turned her head, facing her plate, and began to cut the chicken angrily.

At this time, the topic on the table turned to the workers' strike in London this week. Many people here have shares in the factories that were struck.They criticized those lazy workers, whimsically reducing working hours and increasing wages, and then mentioned the "People's Budget" of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Lloyd George. It aroused the anger of everyone, and everyone scolded this bill of "robbing the rich and helping the poor", complaining that the substantial increase in inheritance tax and land tax has brought various losses to themselves.

Although I am also a victim of this bill, I have no particular indignation. The place where I lived originally used this method to reduce the gap between the rich and the poor, so that no one can rely on the protection of their ancestors to stay at the top of society.So I didn't condemn the Chancellor of the Exchequer and the House of Commons with them. I just smiled and listened to what they said, and echoed once or twice from time to time. Anyway, I am still young, and they don't expect me to have any constructive speeches.

Carl didn't say too much. He is an American. Although everyone has various complaints and dissatisfaction with the country's policies and regulations and the status quo of the aristocracy, he is a foreigner after all, and it would be unpleasant to talk too much about these "private matters".

Rose, on the other hand, frowned from time to time, with an expression of wanting to speak. I was always watching her every move, and when I saw her wanting to speak, I kicked her mercilessly. At first she endured it, but at the end In the end, obviously angry, after I kicked her for the last time, she stomped on me hard.

This foot hurt so much that I almost couldn't maintain a smiling expression, I just felt that the muscles on my painful face twitched uncontrollably.

I turned my head slightly to hide my expression, but I saw Carl, who was separated by Rose, looking at me from the corner of his eyes.I turned my head in embarrassment, pretending to be very interested in the topic.

After the speaker finished his tirade, Carl said in a relaxed and casual tone: "Let's stop discussing these spoilers. The ladies are almost asleep. Besides, the weather is rare today. So good, to say these really live up to such a bright sunshine."

"Oh, you're right," Aunt Edith laughed. "I don't understand the politics, but I know these things don't go well with roast chicken."