Granville's estate

"You're too slow, Louie."

Today's Callister wore a double-breasted shirt and a black blouse, and also wore a velvet cape instead of a coat; After the carriage, Callister asked Cabo to bring him a muff made of black bear skin and a small footstove specially used in the carriage. In this way, Louis was covered by a thick cloak The muff, muff, and foot-warmer were well guarded—although he didn't feel the need for it at all in this weather.

"Where are you taking me?" Louis asked. He was a little curious about Callister's invitation, but he was also worried about the safety of 79 St. George Street: "I have a person with a special identity here. If Al and I both No, I'm a little worried about her..."

"If you're talking about the crazy woman in Moore Street, then don't worry, my people will be watching her every move." Callister replied, "I know she's with you."

"Oh!"

Louis was really taken aback this time: "Do you know who she is?"

"After your friend met Officer Clermont, the report Dumont submitted to me mentioned that there was such a woman next to Sologne Grostedt. He suspected that it was the French Opera House about ten years ago. An actress named Marguerite Troya, but her original name should be Marie Troya, an embroidery worker in the No.12 district of Paris."

Actresses, Marie, embroiderers, Opéra de France—it all sounds right on.

"She does have good embroidery skills, and she also said that she once stayed at the French Opera House. From this point of view, Mr. Dumont's guess is right." Louis said, he was very familiar with Mary's past in Moore Street. Curious: "You mean, she really used to be the hottest actress at the Opera de France, like... like the famous Mademoiselle Angel in the Opera Comique we used to go to? But if that's the case , how did she get down to where she is now?" From a highly sought-after famous actress to a prostitute on the street, the gap between them is not enough to describe it as a plummet!

At this time, the carriage had started to drive slowly out of the St. George's block, and the mystery of No. 79 St. George Street was still entangled in Louis's heart. The only person in the carriage who knew the answer was unwilling to continue talking about this issue.

"It's the first time I've seen you care so much about a woman, which is really rare." Callister said, his blue-green eyes fixed on Louis: "But before that, should we first discuss Let’s take a look at the things between us, for example, those who have made promises but failed to fulfill them, shouldn’t they pay a small price for their actions?”

"Uh... what, what price?"

Upon hearing this sentence, Louis unconsciously shrunk himself into the heavy cloak—it is undeniable that he did have a little thought of avoiding this topic, because he had already broken his promises many times. I can't count them all.

Although Louis can't remember, the banker is a first-class master of bookkeeping. He pointed out all the mistakes of Louis:

"You said you would not leave Paris without my consent, but you secretly have people go to the post office to obtain a visa to leave Paris."

As soon as he heard the familiar word "you" with malicious intentions, Louis suddenly felt that his scalp was about to explode—is it too late for him to jump out of the car and escape?

"I, I didn't want to leave Paris, I remember the agreement between us." Louis protested to his creditors with a little confidence, even though it was indeed not something he made himself: "That was Al's decision, He told the servant to go to the post office without telling me, so you can't think that I want to break my promise."

Callister ignored his argument, and continued to bill Louis: "When I was at the Countess de Lopez, you always called me 'sir', not as we agreed."

"Above the Virgin Mary, Al, the Countess de Lopez, and the other two gentlemen were there at that time, at that time!" How could he call Callister's name directly in front of them!

"That's not an excuse, and besides, you threw aside the franc box and pocket watch I gave you, completely forgetting that you promised me to keep them with you at all times," said Callister, who He glanced at the collar of Louis's shirt that was exposed under the cloak: "Even if you didn't wear a coat today, this fact cannot be denied."

"I……"

Regarding the last point, Louis felt that he still needed to defend himself: "I didn't throw your presents aside, it was Al who took them from me."

"Ah, that would be worse!" sighed Callister. "You mean your friend took them and you didn't stop him? Do you think his will is stronger than mine?" Does it even matter? It really breaks my heart."

"...?"

Louis blinked in confusion, he hadn't recovered from Callister's logical trap, Mr. Viscount had already launched a relentless question because of his victory: "Calculate carefully, you have violated this So much promise, so, what price do you think you should pay?"

"You, what do you want?"

Louis asked with some hesitation—after all, he did have many promises that he had not fulfilled; and after thinking for a while, Callister made an unbelievable request: "In order to make up for your mistakes, I feel that when I come to your hometown When you go on vacation, you deserve a twin bed in your room as compensation."

"what?"

Now, if they weren't sitting in the carriage, Louis would definitely jump up: "Holy Virgin Mary, no, this is absolutely not possible!"

Here, we must first know what the Viscount meant: the so-called twin beds, just like its name, are two beds of the same type placed side by side, each bed has its own curtains and bedding, and there is often a short bed in between. The railings are separated, but you can step over with a slight lift of your feet; and most importantly, this kind of bed is often used by couples who have been married for many years and are tired of each other.

"Why not?"

Regarding Louis' objection, Callister was calm and composed: "Didn't you and Mr. de Granville sleep in the same bed before? I just asked for a side-by-side bed, and I haven't even asked for it yet." How is he treated like that?"

"It's not the same thing, sir, and I'm not going to agree to it anyway," said Louis, his face on fire and his ears red. "If you insist, I, I, I will never speak a word to you again!"

It seems that Louis's determination is unshakable, and Callister can only sigh with great regret: "You are always like this, relying on my tolerance to repeatedly break your promise."

"Then I sincerely beg you to grant me a little more tolerance, and I am very grateful for it."

"In this case, I can temporarily reserve the right to pursue your actions and demand compensation from you, and I will bring it up when I think it is appropriate." The viscount said, and he looked at Louis intently: "What do you think? ?”

This time, Louis almost lost the courage to talk to the Viscount again. He leaned against the window, and at the same time stretched out his hand to open the curtains a little, trying to let the cold air outside the carriage in to cool down his reddened skin. face.

"Now the wind is blowing cold, and when I walk into the Rose Club, I will feel hot again, so I may get sick."

Callister must have seen what Louis was thinking, and he stretched his hand over Louis' shoulder to close the curtains as if nothing had happened, but the "rose club" he said attracted Louis' attention.

"Before, didn't Cabo say that we were going to Mrs. Morris Srpon's Club? Why did it become the 'Rose Club' again?"

After several minutes of silence, Louis mustered up the courage to break the silence in the carriage and speak out the doubts in his heart.

"Ah, that's because Mrs. Maurice Srpon is a devout Christian, and she has planted roses dedicated to the Virgin Mary in her mansion." Callister said, he seemed completely unaffected by the incident Things affected: "You know, if we hang a sacred rose above our seats when we talk, it means that the conversation under the flower must be kept private. Because of this, there is the rose of the Virgin Mary, In her club, there is no need to pay attention to any secular etiquette rules, and you can do and talk about anything without worrying that someone will leak it-of course, the supreme king and the holy royal family are not the same. should be discussed."

"That's true...but it's winter now! Will there be roses in Mrs. Morislpon's club?"

"That's why we don't need coats but we need cloaks."

Louis did not know what Callister's words meant until he entered Mrs. Maurice Sorpon's Club.

Madam Morislpon's Club is located in a quiet and elegant alley. It looks like a slightly gorgeous Baroque building on the outside, but when they walked in here under the leadership of Kabo, Louis immediately discovered the situation. The temperature in the club is not in the same season as the temperature outside at all—the house is as warm as spring, and even if you only wear unlined clothes, you will not feel cold; Roses that are waiting to be released or already in full bloom can be seen everywhere. It is hard to believe that this is Paris in winter.

——The club itself is a greenhouse, an incomparably luxurious greenhouse that uses the most advanced means to maintain the temperature of spring in the cold winter.