Granville's estate

"That... that bastard."

This voice suddenly appeared in the room alone, which shocked Louis himself. He thought it was Al who had returned, and looked around in a panic, but he didn't see his friend. Only then did he realize Unknowingly, I said what I was thinking.

"Ah! This is really outrageous."

Lu Yi really panicked this time, he was uneasy and even panicked by his unconscious behavior: obviously what that person did was so contrary to religious morality, as a devout Catholic believer, he He should be very vigilant about this; but when, in his mind, Callister was already such a close enough relationship to complain about?This kind of complaint has an intimate tone. If someone who doesn't know why hears it, they will probably think it is a bride who is eager to wear an orange wreath complaining about her dull future husband!

"It must be because I was too tired yesterday and didn't sleep well at night, so I did such a strange thing. Virgin Mary, I shouldn't say such things."

Louis said to himself that he had found a plausible reason for his behavior, as if this would heal his "fault" and bury his strange and complicated feelings towards the Viscount: "Yes, that must be it, I need to calm down."

He put down the glazed stone with the painting of deer drinking water, and walked to the window sill, hoping to take advantage of the cool wind blowing in from the window to calm his hot face and mind, and calm down his mood.

During the day, the St. George's neighborhood looks quiet and peaceful. At a glance, the buildings here are elegant and the streets are neat. There are no homeless vagabonds and peddlers who disturb your dreams. It is definitely a place like Paris. It is a rare spot of tranquility in the midst of a noisy and sprawling city; but those who are deceived by the appearance of the streets here enter the richly ornate buildings to visit their owners, and are surprised to find Beneath this tranquility, there are endless desires and never-ending struggles hidden: if you want to find peace of mind here, it may be difficult.

Louis stood by the window absent-mindedly and looked at the scene outside, his mind was still on the gadgets on the table: he saw a maid from a family on the street come out yawning, and directly poured a clean basin of water on the ground, and let this precious resource, which in Paris cost money to obtain from the water seller, flow into the gutter; The ash grate, they were supposed to clean it up and put it back on top of the fireplace while the owner was still asleep, so that the owner could rest his feet on the copper ash grate rung if he wanted to in another, the footman was coming out with two brushes used for waxing shoes, which looked like they were going to be taken to the grocery store for repairs.

It seems that this is just an ordinary day, some ordinary life scenes in St. George's neighborhood, but when Louis turned his eyes to the corner, he suddenly found a man in a black coat with his hat pressed down in the shadow of the corner. A very low-slung man, who looked neither like a servant of the neighbors nor a casual passer-by—he walked very slowly, and seemed to be observing the houses and the comings and goings of the neighborhood with feigned indifference. servants.

"Is that the servant who brought the things here?"

Louis' first reaction - he can't blame him, after all, when Father Tongsar told him about it just now, he emphasized that the person who gave him the gift was wearing a hat - that is, that person was Ka The servant that Lister sent to deliver things, but he soon realized that something was wrong: Although the man also saw him, he didn't make any unnecessary gestures to him, he just glanced at him and quickly looked away, No more attention was given to 79 St George Street than to the other residences; and if it was Callister's servant who was watching to see if Louis had received his master's gift, he would have been incompetent some.

"God! That's probably a police spy!"

After a brief period of confusion, Louie quickly realized that he might have just happened to see an undercover policeman—yes, the neighborhood is actually so risqué that it would be like Marguerite being a courtesan. Like a police spy monitoring the residence, why is it so strange for him to see such a spy?

His heart was pounding, and he hurried away from the window and went back to the table, where the beautiful baubles Callister had sent and the handkerchief with which the rosewood box was wrapped were still there. Lying quietly on the walnut tabletop-it is not a pleasant thing to meet a plainclothes policeman, especially at such a time: Even knowing that this is impossible, Louis still has a kind of embarrassment. In a second, the spy outside would rush in, announcing to the crowd that he "had an unreasonable relationship with another man and committed a crime that did not conform to morality" and then took him away with the absurd illusion.

"I've got to hide these things so Al can't see them."

Louis said to himself that the appearance of the spies undoubtedly reminded him: no matter what the reason he agreed to Callister yesterday, the agreement made between them and the other party's undisguised thoughts for him are actually What does not conform to religious disciplines or secular laws must be covered up.He felt that his mind was in a mess, he was afraid that the spies outside would see what he had done just now (in fact, this is simply impossible!), and he was afraid that Alred would come back at this time, so that he would It is impossible to explain the origin of these glazed stones to him.

At first he thought of putting the glass stones back into the box and hiding the whole box in Alred's study—on top of the bookshelf, behind a cabinet or closet, so Al and the maid might think it was the front. The things left by the people who lived here; but this idea had to be dispelled soon: the entire second floor was neatly tidied up by Mary, and the girl had to tidy up the entire study every few days, trying to hide Conscientious she is somewhat difficult.Besides, if Alrede really got a visa to Chablis, he would have to leave Paris, what would happen to the box and its contents that were left here?

Seeing the time passing by, the sun has begun to set, and Alrede will come back from the post office at any moment. Louis is walking up and down on the second floor in a hurry, racking his brains to get those things that have troubled him. The little things are hidden.At one point he thought of digging holes in the pots with the honeysuckle and nasturtiums outside the window sills and burying the glass stones in them (like Robin Hood buried his looted treasure!) , but it was too rough to treat those delicate little things in this way; and later he wanted to put all the glazed stones in a vase with roses-certainly no one would think that an ordinary vase contained not only There are pebbles, and some expensive bric-a-brac!But then they still ran the risk of being discovered by the maid changing the water in the vase, and the thing was the same: he couldn't take them with him when he left.

Just when Louis was almost at his wit's end, Mary came up to the second floor.

"Mr. Louis," Mary said to Louis, she seemed both happy and worried: "Sir, it's getting late, Mr. Alrede still hasn't come back, it seems that you can't leave Paris today—— Do you want me to unpack all your luggage for you first?"