Granville's estate

"Monsieur Galbien, did the Vicomtesse de Bourgogne send you here?"

When it was discovered that the person who visited 79 Rue St. Georges was indeed Galbien de Durand, and not Calliste de Durand, who he guessed might use the name of Galbien to visit, there was nothing he could do. In denial, Louis felt greatly relieved—at the ball of the Viscountess de Bourgogne, Mr. Calliste de Durand put too much pressure on him, after all, he But he personally said that he could buy the servants of 79 St. George Street, and he actually did something that completely violated the secular morality and religious beliefs of asking the people from Mrs. Tihasson's Portrait Gallery to come to him with a bid!

However, because this Mr. Galbien and that Mr. Calliste have a very close blood relationship, Louis is still very skeptical of Galbien's statement-in total, the Viscountess de Bougogne I have only seen him so few times, and there are countless young people around Madam who want to have a relationship with her, no matter how much I like him, there is a limit, so why did Galbien come here suddenly?

"Yes, madam knows that you are sick, so please ask me to come and visit you, and let me bring you some sweets, you should like it." Galbien seemed to be completely unaware of Louis' doubts, his expression was very Relaxed, without the slightest abnormality: "Mr. Louis, the Viscountess de Bougogne really likes you, I don't think I have seen her care so much about any young man - she wanted to visit you in person Yes, it's just that I'm really not free, so I will come here instead of her."

Louis looked at his expression, trying to judge whether he was telling the truth or a lie, but Galbien's behavior was indeed like a son entrusted by others, with a bit of politeness that was extremely hidden. Good impatience, which made Louis uncertain of his judgment at all.

"I'm really flattered to be loved by my wife, Mr. Galbien, and please convey my gratitude to my wife for me." Louis said, not so much that he couldn't trust Galbien, it was better to say that he couldn't trust Galbien. En is from another gentleman of the same family: "But how did Madam know I was sick?"

Galbien shrugged, showing the nonchalance of fun-loving dandies like them.

"I don't know about that. You can ask Madame yourself later, but Madame de Bougogne is known to be well-informed throughout Paris. She always knows everything—ah, this sentence But don't let Madam know, if she knows that I said she is an 'old man', she will definitely be angry with me!"

Alred, who was standing next to them, thought of a possibility.

"I think it was Dr. Muller who saw you who told Madam." Alred said to Louis, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his idea made sense: "Doctors in Paris are always like this, if one is not careful, They spread the news about the sickness, and sometimes they even talk about a little ailment as if the sickness is about to return to the embrace of God."

If there was no matter about the Viscount Callister de Durand and the Bourgogne mansion, Louis would probably think this is a very reasonable statement, but he couldn't tell Alred what happened at the ball that day, especially now When there was another member of the Durand family standing in front of him, he could only keep his mouth shut.

Alred didn't notice Louis' entanglement. Instead of exploring how the Viscountess de Bourgogne knew that Louis was sick, he cared more about the fact that Louis didn't eat much today, and he was eager to let his friend eat a little to nourish his body. food.

After expressing his opinion, Alred picked up a pie on a plate from the tray in Joseph's hand and handed it to Louis: "Louis, this is what Madame asked Mr. Galbien to bring to you." Pie with nourishing chicken breast, try it - you haven't eaten anything today!"

"But it's past eight o'clock now." Louis said, if this point is in Magon, it's basically time for supper, and he doesn't have the habit of eating supper.

"Try it, just one bite. This is a pie from the Chevet restaurant. Their pies are famous for their excellence. You will definitely like it." Alred coaxed and persuaded the silver plated The spoon was forced into his hand, "After all, this is the kindness of Mrs. de Bourgogne, or did Mr. Galbien send it here while it was just out of the oven!"

Now that Alrede said so, Louis couldn't insist anymore, he took the plate from Alrede, scooped up a small spoonful of the filling in the middle of the pie with a spoon, and tasted it.

After taking this sip, his eyes widened in surprise.

It can only be said that as one of the top restaurants in Paris, Chevet’s pie-making skills are well-deserved—the creamy panna cotta filling melts in the mouth, and the sweet hazelnut sauce quickly occupies the whole taste buds. The ensuing scent of matsutake is fresh and rich, and the flavors of the two are layered and intertwined; the crispy matsutake grains are wrapped in mashed chicken breast and hazelnut sauce, without being too soft and too soft Lose the taste of the taste, without requiring a sick person to exert great effort to chew.

"What do you think?" Galbien observed his expression carefully, "Mr. Louis, the taste of this pie is not bad, right?"

"It's very delicious!" Louis said, and he subconsciously took another sip with the spoon: "Mr. Galbien, if such a delicious pie can only be regarded as barely passable, then there is probably nothing that we usually eat. Yes!"

"As long as you like it, Madam will be very happy to know." Galbien said.

"Mr. Galbien, I really trouble you today." Louis said, he unconsciously fiddled with the golden soft pie crust with a spoon: "This kind of pie is delicious, I like it very much, please help me when you go back." I convey my thanks to Madame de Bourgogne—and when I am cured I shall go and thank Madame de Bougogne in person.”

"Don't worry about this, I will bring you what you say."

When Galbien said this, his expression was normal. Louis observed his expression and felt that since he was not afraid of expressing his gratitude to the Viscountess de Bourgogne, it should indeed be Madam and not another Mr. Durand. He came; like a boulder had been lifted from his heart, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Galbien only stayed at 79 St. George Street for a short time. After Louis finished eating the pie, they chatted aimlessly for a quarter of an hour or two. By this time it was almost nine o'clock, and Galbien began Constantly looking at his pocket watch.

"Mr. Galbien, which lady's house are you going to attend a banquet or dance at next?"

Alred knew it when he saw Galbien checking the time frequently, and he asked this very understandingly.

"Ah, I have an appointment with a friend to meet you at the Italian Opera later," Galbien said. "To avoid impolite failure, gentlemen, I must take my leave!"

"Ah, it was a pleasure chatting with you, Mr. Galbien, I hope you can come again next time you are free." Alred said, he stood up, took the candle with his own hands, and prepared to send Galbien out.

"Goodbye, Mr. Galbien," Louis said. Galbien's fun-first attitude not only didn't make him feel slighted, but strengthened his judgment: "Have a nice evening."

"Thank you for your kindness. Goodbye, Mr. Louis. I hope you get well soon."

Galbien said goodbye to Louis, preventing him from getting up and seeing him off, and then walked out of the living room accompanied by Alred.

When they went down to the first floor, they happened to see the maid Mary walking in from the outside with her head lowered, seeming very preoccupied.

"Mary, where did you go just now?" Alred asked casually, but seeing Mary's appearance, he knew it in his mind—this girl probably just met her lover Villiers du Terre outside. accept.

Mary, who was thinking about something, didn't notice them, and was shocked when she heard Alred's question. She stood still and looked up at them, a little at a loss.

"A little thing... oh, no, I'm all right, sir."

This answer was completely irrelevant, and Alred shrugged. He guessed that the college student had done something to embarrass Mary again, but since there were guests, he did not continue to ask.

Galbien listened to the conversation between the master and the servant with great interest. He stared at Mary's delicate face under the candlelight for a while, smiled, and said something frivolously.

"After dark, it's better for the beautiful lady not to walk outside alone."

This remark was a bit teasing, Alred frowned, but he said nothing, sent Galbien out, and watched his carriage leave before returning to the living room.

Mary was still standing in the living room, seeming to be hesitant about something, but Alred was always at ease with this girl's character and ability, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

"Mary, girls, it's better not to wander around after dark, and pay attention to safety."

Because he was thinking about Louis, he just gave such an exhortation, and then turned and went up to the second floor, so he missed Mary's expression that hesitated to speak.

When Alred returned to the living room, Joseph had just packed the tableware they had used, while Louis was reclining on the soft pillow, staring at the pattern on the curtain in a daze.

"Al." Seeing Alred come in, Louis thought and thought, but couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and couldn't help asking: "Is the Vicomtesse de Bourgogne always such a warm-hearted lady? Count me I’ve only met Madam a few times in total, but Madam cares about us so much, I can’t believe it’s true.”

"Oh, you're still sick, don't worry too much!" Alred said, because he didn't know what happened in the Viscount Bougogne's mansion, he only thought that Louis was sick and had been bored in the room and started to think wildly , This is also a very common thing, otherwise the doctors would not suggest that the ladies should go to the Bois de Boulogne or the Tuileries Garden for a walk every day: "Mrs. de Bourgogne is indeed a very kind lady, Generous and enthusiastic, I even heard that she once gave a dowry of [-] francs to a distant niece whose family was down, so that the lady could get married smoothly instead of being sent to the monastery! But the lady likes you very much Really, neither Sologne nor I have ever been treated like you are today."

Hearing what Alred said, Louis immediately felt relieved.

"I don't know if Madam will also go to the Italian Opera House tonight," Louis said. "If she goes, Mr. Galbien can help us convey our thanks to Madam."

"I don't know about that. After all, apart from the Italian Opera House, there are also the French Opera House, Opera House Comique and other theaters. Madam will probably choose the theater where her favorite plays are staged."

While two friends at 79 St. George Street were talking about Galbien, the person they were talking about left St. George Street in a carriage, neither going to the Italian Opera House nor to The mansion of the Viscountess de Bourgogne, but all the way to the Boulevard Angdan.