Granville's estate

Perhaps because of subconsciously moving closer to the heat source in his sleep, Alred's sleeping posture is very wild, even a bit unsightly - like hugging a rolled quilt, he just barely hangs himself It was on Louis' body, and the arm was directly across Louis' chest, which is why Louis felt breathless in his dream.

The bedroom with the curtains drawn was very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of Alred's regular breathing could be heard when he was asleep, but whether it was the occasional chirping of birds outside or the wiping cloth hanging around the four-poster bed, A little light leaking in from the light-print curtains told Louis that it was already dawn outside.

It took a little effort for Louis to remove Alred's arm from him, freeing himself from Alred's weight, and then he reached out and took out his pocket watch from under the pillow to check the time. The hands of the pocket watch pointed to It's almost seven o'clock.Maybe it was because of being too tired last night, he felt very thirsty, so he got up in a daze, looking for a cup of tea or a glass of wine to quench his thirst—no matter what it was, even cold tea would do!

Unfortunately, there was no one on the second floor of 79 St. George Street. Louis searched the entire second floor of the study, guest room and small living room. The only liquid he could find was the one with roses in Alred's bedroom. of water in a ceramic vase.For a moment, Louis almost considered whether to take a cup to drink the water in the vase, but fortunately, the cold air quickly woke him up and gave up this ridiculous idea.

"I don't know if Mary has woken up."

He grunted, rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked down the first floor.

The first floor was also quiet and there was no one there. Louis turned around and walked towards the kitchen according to the general impression in his memory, intending to ask Mary for a glass of milk.

When he was approaching the kitchen, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

"Well... Villiers... no..."

"Oh Mary, I love you, I love you so much..."

Just by hearing the sticky conversation between men and women, as well as the suspicious kissing sound and the friction between clothes, anyone with a little experience in men and women will understand what happened.

Louis, who was still sleepy, suddenly woke up, as if he was suddenly splashed with snow in the winter, and his whole body froze there.

"Mary...oh my Daisy..."

The man's voice had a very distinct provincial accent.

"Good Mary...I can't stand it...Mary..."

"No no no..."

Mary's voice sounded like the kind of breathless kiss, followed by a rustling sound of fabric, as if the man wanted to unbutton Mary's bodice.

Louis felt as if a tongue had been inserted into his throat for stirring, and a certain memory that had been deliberately ignored for a long time flooded up like a sea, and he felt nauseous and almost retched.

The strong dizziness and nausea made Louis have to stretch out his hand to support the wall, and this action knocked out a crisp note on the fine wood wall panel - this sound undoubtedly disturbed the people hiding in the kitchen. There was a short scream, and then as if the pause button was pressed, the sticky voice and kissing sound suddenly disappeared.

After a few seconds of silence, Louis took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Just as he was about to turn around and leave here to return to the second floor, a man stuck his head out from behind the door and took a look here very quickly.

He was a very handsome young man, with a high nose, black curly hair and blue eyes, but he wore a shirt whose collar had been washed white, showing the kind of people who live in poverty. The sense of dilapidated clothing comes.

Louis' footsteps that were about to turn around suddenly stopped, and he stood there, looking at the young man expressionlessly.

I don't know why, this is a very handsome young man, and he has never seen him before, but Louis' first instinct is that he doesn't like this man very much, and he can't explain why, but when he saw him It's really uncomfortable all over.

The man originally just wanted to see if there was anyone in the corridor. When he saw Louis standing there motionless, he was obviously taken aback, but it only took a second. That handsome face He showed a kind of greasy smile.

"Good morning, sir!"

The man tidied up his clothes, and stood out from behind the kitchen door, as if he wasn't the one who made that sticky, lustful voice a minute ago.He looked at Louis with what he thought was a secret look, as if looking at a potential rival in love, comparing the pros and cons of each other, and after coming to the conclusion that the fabric of Louis' pajamas was not expensive , His smile couldn't help showing a little more confidence.

"Sir, I am Villiers du Turner, a student at the University of Paris. Nice to meet you."

Louis looked at him coldly.

"M. de Granville knows me, and he has graciously allowed me to call at his leisure. I hope I have not frightened you, monsieur."

Maybe it is because he understands that it is indeed a very suspicious thing for a strange man to appear in the apartment of a nobleman. In order to avoid the misunderstanding of the guests at No. 79 St. George Street, the man named Villiers explained this way.

His grammatical pronunciation has a very obvious provincial accent, and it sounds like he was born in the coastal Loyan area, but I don’t know if it’s a matter of personal habits, he always brings out a sticky feeling at the end of every sentence he speaks. The tail sound sounds like the secretion of saliva is so strong that it will overflow if you don't pay attention.

No matter what Alred's attitude was, Louis really couldn't agree with the behavior of this college student, and the end sound that was as sticky as slug made him even more disgusted.

"Although you have permission to visit, let me remind you that this is the mansion of a nobleman. Please pay attention to your behavior and don't get carried away and do inappropriate things for a while, Mr. Turner."

The young man didn't expect him to be so merciless, and the smile on his face suddenly became forced. He seemed to want to say something, but Louis didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

"If you see the servant Joseph here, tell him that I am thirsty and ask him to bring me a jug of milk to the second floor."

He said this to Villiers, and then he turned and left without even looking at the kitchen—he was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would really be unable to bear the disgust of this frivolous man, so he would utter abusive words .

This kind of dislike for Villiers du Turner, who met for the first time, cannot be said to be inexplicable. It can only be said that this gentleman was really unlucky. He happened to be bumped into a good thing by Louis when they met for the first time, but This incident just happened to touch a deeply buried secret in Louis's heart, which even Alred didn't know.

Everyone said that M. Louis du Farentin had a gentle and amiable personality, but only Louis knew that when this secret was touched, Mr. Farentin's temper was definitely not good.

It was Mary's brother Joseph who finally brought the milk to the study on the second floor.

It should be that Mary was really embarrassed to come to see him after being bumped into something between her and her lover by Louis, so she called Joseph up. face.

"Joseph, you don't look very happy." When Joseph put down his glass and was about to leave, Louis stopped him: "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, sir." Joseph held the tray containing the milk cup, and seemed to have no desire to mention his sister's lover at all, "It's just that I was too sleepy, and I was woken up suddenly, and I haven't woken up yet."

The milk delivered was mixed with a little almond milk that helps sleep. After drinking it in one gulp, Louis felt that he was still very sleepy. Considering that he didn't go to bed until after one o'clock last night, it was almost ten o'clock in Alred Before he got up, he yawned, walked back to the bedroom, fell down next to Alred and fell asleep again.

This time, I don’t know if it’s because of the almond milk, but he slept very peacefully. When he woke up again, it was past eleven o’clock. Forgot everything.

Alred woke up earlier than him this time, and when Louis finished washing his face and walked into the dining room, he was comfortably nestled in a recliner reading a newspaper with a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Oh, it seems that you were really exhausted last night!" Seeing Louis come down, Alred put the newspaper away and teased his friend: "You actually got up later than me!"

"After all, I really can't adapt to the people in Paris who go to bed at one o'clock." Louis said, yawning big.

Today's breakfast consisted of sliced ​​white bread, fresh eggs and butter. Mary, who was standing by the table and was spreading butter on the sliced ​​bread, turned red immediately when she saw Louis.She didn't even dare to look at Louis, she hurriedly arranged the buttered bread on the white porcelain plate, and then walked out as if fleeing.

Alred, who had kept his back to Mary, didn't notice anything unusual about the maid.

"We've got to finish breakfast quickly—I've asked Joseph to greet Bisson's tailor on Rue Richelieu, and I've made an appointment with them."

That's what he told Louis.