[Titanic] I can't help myself

"William," I said at once, "don't do that."

"I know, I know, I have long since stopped expecting miracles and expecting a response from you." William interrupted me, "But Henry, have mercy, I just can't help but want to complain, don't Remind me of that fact over and over again. After all, you can't expect me to be indifferent to it."

I immediately shut up.He looked a little irritable and took a few puffs of cigarettes, "Say something else. I've heard about the changes that have taken place in Acton. Well done, and I've considered the issue of the manor, but I have never had the determination and courage to do it. I have to say, you are better than me in this matter." He smiled and touched my head, "So, has my little Henry grown up? Has really become a You can be the earl on your own."

"If there wasn't the latter sentence, I think I would say thank you more sincerely, William." I avoided his hand helplessly, "But it's not all due to me, Carl's contribution is even greater. It was he who proposed If it wasn't for him, I would never have thought of how to deal with the issue of the manor."

"Cal Hockley." William showed a sarcastic smile, lowered his eyes to look at the scenery in the garden outside the window in silence, and said slowly after a while, "Oh, I really have to thank him. Anyway, he really helped Be very busy, whether it is for the manor or for yourself. There is a saying that is true: time and work are always the best medicine for healing."

"What do you mean? Please, don't talk like a charade?"

"No other meaning, just a moment of emotion." Willy's eyes rolled up, and he seemed to be in a much better mood, "I think it's because of your career, you are now comparable to the period in Chatsworth. Time seems to be much brighter. Back then, you were really tense and depressed."

"Have you?" I thought about it. "Maybe, but you also knew about Acton at the time. We were almost bankrupt."

"When you left, Acton had passed the crisis, but you were more haggard than when you came." He put his arm around my shoulders and led me to the small garden downstairs, but he was careful Allowing the body to touch me too much lest it cause my rejection and rebound, "Isn't it because I'm in love with someone I shouldn't be in love with?"

"Do you have to point out everything clearly? Gentlemen don't deliberately expose scars."

"Come on, it's nothing, and it's not that I don't know." William said with a smile, "But I didn't mean to use this to provoke you, I just want to ask you, have you already recovered from this hopeless situation?" Came out of a crush."

I didn't speak.Nor did William push.We walked to the small garden in silence and sat down on a bench by the fountain.He took out another cigar and started smoking.

Finally, I said first: "I don't know if I have come out. Half a month ago, I lost control of my emotions for a while. But I think everything is moving in a good direction. You are right, work It does heal everything and I wake up every morning thinking about my potatoes and beets and oats and pigs and chickens and ducks and no time to think about anything else."

William laughed out loud, "So a relationship written by a writer that transcends everything, lost to your potatoes and pigs?"

I also burst out laughing: "Don't be so mean, William. But there is a saying that I always agree with: There are only two kinds of problems in this world, one is the problem of not being full and hungry, and the other is the problem of being full and full." The problem came out. Up to now, I have not solved the problem of food and clothing, and everything else has to stand aside." I said half-jokingly.

William was amused by my words for a while before he stopped, then he looked at my face quietly, and finally showed a faint smile.

"Very good." He whispered, rubbed his fingers lightly on my forehead and quickly retracted, "This is very good, I am very glad that your heart is only yours again, so really very good."

Before I could say anything, he raised his voice and said quickly: "You will be even busier in the future, Henry. Aunt Ruth is going to let you meet some ladies. In various gatherings."

I blinked: "You must be joking, I'm not an adult yet!"

"But you are about to enter the social circle of gentlemen." William had a malicious smile on his face, "Marriage matters should always be considered as early as possible. It takes multiple screenings and comparisons to choose one. The most suitable countess. You don't have to worry too much, I will definitely help you choose a warm and lovely wife."

It was odd that William would be jealous that I liked Karl, but cared little about the fact that I would marry, and was even a little keen on picking a suitable wife for me.Maybe it's because men in this era don't regard women as individuals who need to communicate with themselves on an equal footing in terms of thought and soul, so he doesn't regard my possible future wife as an equal opponent and rival in love at all, or he Knowing that I would never be able to have any romantic thoughts about a woman, I was relieved to marry and my heart remained "only mine" afterwards.

But since he is willing to help, I don't want to refuse his kindness.I'm always going to get married unless I'm really in love with someone who's willing to commit to me for life.Sometimes I wonder if noble girls don't expect too much love, they may value the title they are about to get more often, and being the wife of a count with a long history and a rich history is enough Enticing and convincing enough.Thinking about it despicably, maybe as long as I give my future wife enough respect and loyalty, as well as all the love from my loved ones that I can give, this marriage will be a model of happiness in our class.

I don't have a few days off.On the third day, Viscount Stewart, as the inviter, took me to the White Gentleman's Club, accompanied by William and James as the approved members.The latter didn't have to go in person, they only needed to give a positive answer to my application and hand it over to the club, but they still went with me, just to add weight to me.

I feel rather flattered by this lineup. A duke, an earl, and a viscount, three aristocrats who have spoken in the House of Lords and are successful in their careers, as the guides, formally introduced me personally. It is not an ordinary honor to enter the social circle of nobles.

The White Gentleman's Club is currently the club with the most qualifications and the most expensive consumption in London. Its qualifications in the past were not so harsh, as long as you can prove your status as a gentleman and you are not so annoying.However, as the status of the nobles is constantly being questioned and suppressed, their property is constantly being squeezed by the government, and they are not even comparable to those nouveau riche who have always been despised by them. Moreover, the word gentleman has been overused nowadays. White, the blood noble's second home, became more reserved and mysterious.It stubbornly rejects the newly born wealthy class, just like the declining nobles who are still indulging in the old dream of the idyllic and idle past, unwilling to wake up.

White is indeed luxurious enough, after all, the history of more than 300 years cannot be piled up by money.Women are not allowed here, perhaps for this reason, although the gentlemen are wearing decent dresses, they seem to have put down a little bit of their usual demeanor, surrounded by passionate gambling around the card table, and the air is filled with strong alcohol And the smell of cigars, just smelling it makes me a little dizzy.

I swallowed nervously, straightened my back again, and followed Viscount Stewart into the hall.In my father's last years he was hardly social, and when he was a respectable Earl of Richardmond, I was not yet old enough for him to introduce me to others with any seriousness.Although it's embarrassing to say this, I still couldn't help being nervous on such an occasion.This can be regarded as the Bukett family's official reappearance as victors after experiencing a catastrophe. I must behave decently and generously.

"Don't be nervous." William walked beside me and patted my back lightly. "Don't be afraid, they usually don't care about anyone else, unless it's the king or the Prince of Wales. In the club they only care about two people." Things, the cards in your hand, and the wine in the glass. And you are not yet of age, this is the best shield, you just need to tell them who you are, and the rest will be very logical, listen to Viscount Stewart , you don’t need to think about the rest at all.”

Viscount Stewart finally stopped in front of a gentleman who greeted him with a wine glass.

"Patrick," said the man, "long time no see, old man."

"Long time no see, Robert." Viscount Stuart smiled, "It's really rare that you are willing to leave Downton so early."

"Oh, I'm only in London on business. You, I thought I'd have to wait until April to see you. I remember the last time I saw you, you said you'd be bringing a little gentleman with you by then Introduce to everyone."

"That's what I originally planned, but the situation has changed. They will leave the UK for a period of time in April, so I decided to advance." Speaking of this, Viscount Stewart turned sideways, gently pushed my back with his hands, and put I pushed forward, "This is the little gentleman I was talking about, the son of my best friend, the new Earl of Richardmond, Henry Bukett. Henry, this is the Earl of Grantham, Robert Crawley .”

"Nice to meet you." I smiled and held out my hand.

"Nice to meet you." Earl Grantham held my hand. "I am very sorry for the news of your father's death. No one thought of it. After all, he was so young."

"Thank you for your concern."

"It must be difficult for you now. When I first took over the title of earl, I didn't have a good night's sleep for a whole year. If you need any help, please let me know."

"Thank you, you are so generous. To be honest, there were a lot of things that made people feel overwhelmed, but fortunately, they are now on the right track. If you don't think I am too annoying, I will definitely visit you often , to ask you for advice."

Earl Grantham is very polite, he seems to be a very kind and generous person, but this does not mean that he will treat me any special.I don't need to think about what kind of impression my father has in their hearts.The impression of my family in the social circle needs to be corrected bit by bit by ourselves.

After we chatted politely, Earl Grantham focused his attention on Viscount Stewart, William and James.They discussed recent investments together for a while, as well as some major national events.As the youngest and most junior one, I can only listen in silence.Until Viscount Stewart led me to the next gentleman.

This evening was exhausting for me. I followed three guides and kept stopping in front of a gentleman. The words "nice to meet you" were the most uttered words I have heard this evening, and I have heard countless times of regret at the news of my father's death, and the willingness to offer me both experience and moral support.

Then I sat at the poker table for a token moment, lost a hundred pounds, and then escaped from the table with William's help.Drank a few more glasses of whiskey, sat next to a few delirious young gentlemen, and listened to them discussing in a low, wretched, wretched voice, who among the famous ladies who have been in the limelight during the social season is not. female.Sitting next to William and a group of puffing gentlemen, listening to them discuss another bill for the nobility that Congress is about to pass recently, I can barely keep my eyes open, and finally follow James in another cloud of smoke. He was discussing a railway investment project in Canada, accidentally drank a glass of wine, and died a quarter of an hour later.

The author has something to say: Warmly thank Lei from Thirteen Indians ╭(╯3╰)╮Mommada~~

Finally back from my graduation trip, I've done one thing for three days: sleep. . . .I slept on the bus, on the boat, and in the hotel. I slept for three days. .

I really want to know what I did in chapter 44, because since that chapter, many people have abandoned the pit, and the income has dropped by half [kneeling], and I will die of depression these days. . .Today, I checked the backstage on the return bus, and lost [-] collections, and felt a mouthful of old blood spurting out. . .

What the hell did I do! !Tell me, I will change! ! !Don't leave like this without saying a word, my dears! ! !