[Titanic] I can't help myself

The next day I woke up in the gentlemen's room at the White Club with a splitting headache, bouts of dizziness, and occasional nausea and retching.Mixing fruit wine and grain wine will cause poisoning. I have personally experienced the scientific nature of this sentence.

When I returned to Bath at night, my mother was not surprised by my pale and gray face from a hangover. people drink.I don't think I feel any embarrassment when she dotes on me like a three-year-old child. Of course, if there is no Carl watching from the side, I will accept this maternal love more readily. Love. Caress.

After dinner, we sat in the living room and talked about what I had seen at the White Gentlemen's Club the day before.Some of these gentlemen were of particular interest to my mother, because they happened to have daughters about my own age.

"It's been many years since I saw the Earl of Grantham last time." The mother said with a little nostalgia, "I have seen his eldest daughter, Miss Mary, and his second daughter, Miss Edith. Miss Mary is really A radiant and well-behaved beauty, Miss Edith is a little inferior, but she is also very sweet and sweet. It's a pity that they are both too much older than you. However, they have a third daughter, Miss Sybil, who is the same age as you Big, her two elder sisters are good-looking and upbringing, I don't think she will be too bad."

"I remember that the Countess of Grantham is not from a family." Rose interrupted, with a strong sense of irony in her words, "It's hard to imagine that you are willing to let Henry associate with the children of such a person."

"I'd almost forget if you didn't tell me." The mother ignored the sarcasm in Rose's words, "Although the mother's background does have a great influence on the child's upbringing, I think that apart from the mother's influence, the girl's upbringing also has a lot of influence. Most of it is formed by the teaching of the tutor and the influence of the living environment. Then, even if a family with a long history like the Crawley family has a not-so-decent mistress, its own background will not let their The descendants become like, uh, become vulgar." Since Carl was there, she swallowed the words "like Americans" in time, "Besides, I heard that Miss Mary's performance on the social season, very amazing."

Rose made a bored expression and turned to look at the fire.

"Ruth." Carl said suddenly, "Are you planning to choose a wife for Henry from now on? It's too early, he's only 15 years old."

"There is always no harm in planning anything early." Mother touched my face lovingly again, "Although I don't plan to let him get married early, but he must have a clear and rational understanding of ladies, so that in the future he will not be married. Will be dazzled by love, impulsively choose an unsuitable wife, or be controlled by a woman with good wrists. Such examples are not uncommon."

In the days that followed, my mother kept her promise and began to frequently invite the wife and their daughters who were in Bath to have afternoon tea or dinner at the Acton Mansion. In most cases, she would ask me to sit by the side for a while. At least have the most basic understanding of these petites.In fact, the daily life of a noble lady is always somewhat monotonous and boring, although the education her mother received and the life she experienced made her feel accustomed to this loose and monotonous and repetitive life to a certain extent, even Enjoy, but having a purpose in life, such as a girl like this who leads me to all social circles, gives her youthful vigor and brilliance.

She looked critically and calmly at every unmarried lady she saw, and made a detailed analysis of their appearance, clothing, behavior, upbringing, knowledge, insight, character and personality, and then waited until only When we were together as a family, it began to share with us in elegant and mean words.

Rose was obviously not interested in this at all, and she even showed an obvious bored attitude, either sitting aside in a daze, or finding an excuse to leave.And after several weeks of bombing, I finally couldn't hold back her enthusiasm, and hinted that Viscount Stewart invited me to go to the club again. Endless analytic lectures on lady's inner and outer conditions.

At White we meet again the Earl of Grantham, this time with the two heirs of Downton, the earl's cousin, Sir James Crawley, and his only son, Sir Patrick Crawley.

After seeing this Mr. James Crawley, I can't help but start to deeply doubt whether all men named James are too lively and sociable and like to chat. Looking at this man with a beautiful mustache Mr. Crawley, I literally saw James 20 years later.

The Earl of Grantham is much closer to me than he was last time, though the reason is inexplicable.He talked to me a lot about how to run the manor. However, although he was polite, he didn't comment too much on Acton's transformation, but I can feel that he obviously doesn't accept it. The changes we made were even disgusting, because in the end, he almost returned to the original attitude, even more indifferent.

I spent three consecutive days in London, and under the introduction of Viscount Stewart, I became a member of several other clubs by the way.When we returned to Acton on the morning of the fourth day, my mother and Rose happened to be away from the mansion.I went upstairs while listening to the housekeeper report what had happened in the mansion these days, but when I passed the study, I accidentally saw Karl.He is facing the window, looking into the distance, with arms folded and a cigar in his hand.

I hesitated for a moment, signaled to the butler to back down, then walked over and knocked on the door: "Hi, Carl, I'm back."

Hearing my voice, he visibly paused before turning around.He has a light shadow under his eyes and looks haggard.

"Oh, Henry." He smiled. "I didn't expect you to come back today. How are you doing in London? I think you will feel very relaxed without Ruth's teaching."

"It's as boring as a club." I wrinkled my nose and walked into the study, "I've been drinking for three days, I can't eat a disgusting meal, and the smell of cigars in the club room is almost turning my lungs into bacon .”

Carl laughed loudly, "I'm suffering, my Earl Richardmond." He stretched out his arms to me, I hesitated, but I walked over, responded to his hug, hugged his back, and he gently He patted me on the back, turned his head and whispered in my ear, "Welcome home, dear Henry."

This hug was a little long, so long that I felt a little strange.But before I could decide to warn him, he let me go.

"You look, uh, not very well." I looked at his face carefully, "Didn't sleep well these days? Did something happen?"

"No. Everything is normal." Carl smiled lightly, "I'm just thinking, thinking about some difficult problems. Problems always make people toss and turn, making it difficult to sleep."

"Then do you want to understand?"

"Although the process was very difficult, thank God, I finally figured it out."

I only rested for one day, and my mother invited Viscount Maxwell's family to the mansion for lunch.Viscount Maxwell, surnamed Longley, has only two daughters, and the heir is the only son of a distant cousin of his. His eldest daughter, Miss Frances, is engaged to the heir, but the heir is not in Bath, so Unable to invite, and the younger daughter Elizabeth is only a few months older than me, only 16 years old.That way, it was clear at a glance why my mother had invited them.

Viscount Maxwell's family is very easy to get along with. We had a great chat. Miss Francis is dignified and grand, and she can be called a model lady. Unfortunately, she is already engaged. I can almost see the regret in my mother's eyes.Miss Elizabeth was sweet in appearance, but still young, and her features had not yet developed.She didn't seem to like to talk, she was taciturn during the dinner, she seemed to be in poor spirits, and she didn't eat much.

After dinner, we chatted with our guests in the living room.The mother noticed Miss Elizabeth, who looked sleepy, and said, "For young ladies, our conversation may be a bit boring. Henry, maybe you would like to show Miss Elizabeth a tour of the mansion and the small garden? Although the Little House is not It's worth seeing, but the little garden can still give people a little novelty. What do you think, Miss Elizabeth?"

It took Miss Elizabeth a second to realize that her mother was asking for her opinion. She was obviously distracted just now, but after recovering, she seemed a little flustered in the face of her mother's question.

"Huh? Ah, thank you very, very much for your kindness." She smiled shyly at me, "I wonder if Earl Richardmond is willing."

"Of course he would." My mother made the decision for me. "Go, honey." She winked at me quietly.

I sighed inwardly, "It is my pleasure, Miss Elizabeth."

When I stood up, I turned my head just in time to see Carl staring at me intently.His face was expressionless, and his bottomless black eyes seemed to gather dark clouds that were so dark that they could bring heavy rain.My heart suddenly trembled.Fortunately we left the room quickly.I suppressed the discomfort in my heart and guided Miss Elizabeth to visit the mansion.

Along the way, Miss Elizabeth lowered her head slightly, listening to me dryly introducing the history of the mansion until I could no longer perform this embarrassing one-man show.Finally, we walked to the small garden in silence, walked around the path in the garden, and finally sat down on the bench of the fountain.

I stared blankly at the thin stream of water sprayed from the mouth of a swan that was about to fly in the water feature of the fountain until my eyes were sore.Looking sideways, Miss Elizabeth still maintained her slightly lowered posture, her eyes fell on a bush of marigolds in the distance, and when she looked closely, she seemed to be in the air.

Finally I decided to get up and walk again, even if I walked around the garden, it was better than sitting in a chair and watching the fountain.

"Miss Elizabeth seems to like flowers very much?" I smiled. "Perhaps you would like to take a walk with me? The garden is not big, but we have a good gardener."

Miss Elizabeth was still half a beat behind before replying, "Okay, okay...very happy."

I stood up and held out my hand to her.She put her hand gently on mine and stood up calmly.And the next second, she suddenly grabbed my hand tightly, her whole body went limp, and she almost fell to the ground.I was startled, and quickly supported her.When I looked again, I found that Miss Elizabeth had fainted.

The author has something to say: Warmly thank thia sauce and black house sauce Lei Meameda~~Applause~~

There is a new supporting role, this supporting role is a little important~ it will appear in the future~

There are two questions that everyone is more concerned about. One is when the two people can achieve a positive result, and the other is my update time.

The first question, after much deliberation, is not impossible to say, they will have a major emotional breakthrough after boarding the ship, as for when they will board the ship, I can’t guarantee the number of chapters, because I haven’t mastered the skills yet, so I can’t estimate it, but definitely not I will talk about the whole thirty or forty chapters, forty or fifty chapters, and now the plot is in March, and the boarding of NO.11 in April is almost here~

The second question is that the update time until the 28th is usually midnight. If it is updated during the day, it is my inspiration that day, and I am not sure when the inspiration will break out. Leaving school on the 28th, after returning home, because my mother would not let me code, I can only code secretly. In the middle of the night or when she is not at home, the update time will be during the day when there is WIFI at home, and I have to find out a few days of rules. just work.

Thank you for your concern and support~~

Just finished typing, before posting this chapter, I swiped the front desk, only to see someone maliciously swiping negative points.Although I feel that I am not angry in my heart, when the author has something to say, his hands are shaking, and it seems that he is still very angry.I don't know why there are such unqualified people.But I have also experienced it before. The first article of Farewell My Concubine was also scolded bloody on the pirated article website. All kinds of vicious personal attacks on the article and myself. At that time, I was so angry that I wanted to cry, but now I am just angry His hands are shaking, but he has made some progress.

I don't want to talk to her either, I have already complained, and I hope the administrator can get rid of her quickly after getting up for work tomorrow morning.