Viscount Wilson was completely fascinated by Margaret, and they were almost inseparable during this period of Mormon Manor. They were riding, picnicking, partying, hunting, a man over fifty years old was like a young man in love, and soon he proposed to Margaret. At a dinner table, he proposed to Margaret in public, and then pleaded with Viscount Bruce for approval.
When Margaret nodded shyly, Viscount Bruce immediately led the applause and expressed his congratulations. Wilson was also wealthy. To marry Margaret, he didn't even care that Bruce only gave a small dowry, but asked for a high bride price. It was like buying a woman for a big price.
It can also be seen that Marguerite's beauty is not in vain, at least some men are willing to spend a lot of money for her.
Viscount Bruce was very anxious. He wanted Margaret to get married as soon as possible, even if she was married to this man who was older than himself, because he would be able to get a sum of money to make up for the shortfall immediately.
Everything is perfect, as if only waiting for Margaret to get married.
There was only one person worried, and that was the housekeeper Selena, especially when she heard Margaret and the Viscount arguing about the dowry.
"When I got married, I had almost no dowry. Isn't it okay to take a few servants?" Margaret looked righteous and aggrieved.
"You can take any maid, but why do you have to take a man. Which lady get married would bring a footman with her!" The viscountess could not understand her daughter's rude request.
"These footmen are what I'm used to. The horseman keeps my favorite horse. What should I do if I change the horseman? There is also the cook who can cook oriental food, and Jason, I only drink coffee made by him."
"No way is no way."
"I told Wilson, he agreed, why didn't you agree."
"Then wait until you get married, not now."
Margaret didn't see it working, so she sat down and sulked.
"Mom, my sister just wants to take a few servants. Let her take it." Catherine said quietly.
The viscountess glared at Catherine: "No, don't interrupt."
Margaret left the room angrily and slapped the door heavily when she left.
As Christmas approached, Simon and I received a new pair of gloves from the butler. The butler asked us to pay attention to appearance, especially in this sensitive period. This year's Christmas ball, Momon Manor undoubtedly spent a fortune, one is for the honorable and wealthy Viscount Wilson, and the other is also for the honorable and wealthy Viscount Wilson. They decided to use a lively Christmas ball to convey the news to the decent people in the surrounding county, and their two families were about to marry.
Momon Manor will become extremely busy. Even the grooms don't have time to smoke. They pull back a truckload of firewood from outside, lest the manor cannot burn the fireplace when it is holding a dance party. Simon and I had been carrying firewood outside the castle all day, and both of them were very ashamed.
"Hey, have you heard? Miss Margaret will take a few male servants when she gets married. They will be Rost in the stable, Gordon in the kitchen, and of course Jason." Simon, He sneered and laughed: "Wilson is such an old man, isn't he afraid that the bride will cuckold him?"
"Simon, we shouldn't talk about the master's personal life."
"Come on, Owen, who doesn't talk about it in the manor, they are the only ones who don't know." Simon pointed to it.
I looked at the upper floors of the castle and squinted: "If it gets in their ears, especially the ears of Viscount Wilson, there goes the wedding. So we have to be cautious, it will be bad if any of us gets into trouble."
"They are going to get married soon. Once they get married, even if they find something wrong, they can't change it. Besides, the old man is dim-eyed, he will find it strange." Simon said sourly, "Jensen is really lucky. ."
"Yes, once we get married, nothing can be changed." I licked my finger, and I accidentally punctured my finger when I was holding the firewood.
"You kid really doesn't come from the country. Look at you with fine skin and tender meat." Simon laughed: "To be honest, I'm sorry for you. If Baron Oscar is not so difficult to serve, it would be fine. Maybe you have already become one. His valet, went to the capital with him, how did you make him angry?"
"I don't know, who can figure out the temper of those noble masters." I sighed.
"It doesn't matter if you can't catch Baron Oscar, but based on your appearance, can you not catch a'good' woman? I remember Mrs. Shirley has a very good impression of you." Simon winked at me: "This Christmas dinner. She has also been invited, and I can help you create opportunities at that time."
I froze for a moment and said hesitantly: "But I also had a job that night. Will it be a problem to leave my job without permission?"
Seeing that I was interested, Simon patted my shoulder happily: "You kid is really exuberant, it's much more useful than our hard work and qualifications. I said I will help you, what else are you worried about, as long as you get caught in the snow Mrs. Li, what a housekeeper is. When that day comes, you will be busy with you, and I will help you with the rest."
I pretended to be very grateful and held Simon's hand: "Good brother, thank you."
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The Christmas party has always been one of the most important parties for the nobles. On this day, nobles and gentlemen of all classes in the county will be invited to attend the dinner at the most prestigious aristocrat's house in the county. If they did not receive the invitation, it would be a shame. It will soon become the laughing stock of everyone, so this day is extremely solemn and important.
As far as this small place in Yorkshire is concerned, Viscount Bruce is the most prestigious noble, not to mention that it has long been reported that his second lady, Margaret, will announce the engagement at the banquet.
Early in the morning, the guests arrived one by one. The nobles brought groups of servant luggage, the men raised their whip and shouted, and the ladies covered their faces with fans and laughed gently.
This is the most important dinner in the entire social season. We make sure to leave the most perfect impression on the guests. If it is not perfect, at least it is decent and respectable.
So the most popular and gorgeous gowns, the most eye-catching and gorgeous jewels, the soft feather crowns, and the fragrant folding fans are all exhibited here. The women are like colorful peacocks, holding the arms of their male companions, strolling around the corners of the manor. The male companions around them are holding various expensive canes and pipes in their mouths, secretly looking at the women who are flirting with each other, a smile, a look in their eyes, they are all secret signs that only they can understand.
Throughout the day, I have been leading the way for the guests, presenting wine and food to the guests. The most I say is: "Yes, sir (madam), my pleasure"
It makes me very happy to receive so many guests. This level of excitement represents the reputation of the Viscount family. I look forward to their performance and hope that everything goes smoothly so that such a good opportunity will not be wasted.
The protagonists of today's dinner are undoubtedly Viscount Wilson and his fiancee Margaret. They appeared in the venue withholding arms, one old and one young, looking like father and daughter, but each other's eyebrows were lingering. , This makes people can't help but feel pimples.
I was standing in the corner with a tray, and a candle in the corner burned half of my face hot. Simon walked over with the tray. He stood beside me and quietly said to me, "Hey, man, are you still not take any moves?"
He winked a short distance away, and I saw Mrs. Shirley's round body.
My eyes turned from Mrs. Shirley to Margaret, and then to Viscount Wilson. I am not a good person. I have received the retribution I deserve in my previous life. But this time, I vowed to retaliate against these villains. No matter what they want, I will make it invisible and intangible, and let them bear the fate of stingy in hopelessness.
Halfway through the party, after enjoying the wine and music, many people began to let go of their restraints, and even slipped out of the hall quietly, looking for a dark corner to go away. At this time, the ladies are ready to go back and change their clothes. After a short break, the second half of the party will continue.
I passed the tray in my hand to Simon: "I'll rely on you this time."
Simon nodded: "Come on, I'm here."
Mrs. Shirley was chatting with a few noble ladies and looked unhappy. From a distance, she saw me walking towards her, so she covered her face with a fan and slapped it lightly.
"Madam, it's nice to see you again." I bend over to meet her.
She smiled slightly and stretched out her left hand to me. I quickly held it up and gently kissed the ring on her index finger.
On this kind of formal occasion, it is obviously disgraceful to ask a manservant to kiss the back of her hand, but no one finds it strange because of the lady's reputation for being romantic.
"I remember you, boy." Mrs. Shirley blinked.
"This is my honour, do you need me to walk you ?" I said respectfully.
"Of course, the design of this manor is too monotonous. I can't find my room every time I come." Mrs. Shirley reached out to me again, and I led her out of the hall.
I didn't take her to any guest room. Like an anxious teenager, I dragged her to the cold corner of the second floor, hugged her fat body, and then kissed her lips impatiently.
She was panting because of my kiss, and she felt soft all over.
"Oh, God, you are so rude, you nasty guy, I going to tell your master." She struggled to push me away.
I knelt down on one knee and hugged her legs. My voice repeated with excitement: "I love you, I am so crazy about love, please forgive me... Oh, I know how despicable I am, I actually fell in love with you long time ago. A noble and beautiful lady, I know I don't deserve it, but I can't help it, I'm going crazy!"
Mrs. Shirley was panting, as if she was about to suffocate. I quickly stood up, hugged her tightly, touched her through the clothes, scratched and stroked again, under this rough and powerful caress, she quickly softened and leaned in my arms.
"Oh, you fool." As she said, she covered her face with her hands in a crying gesture.
I gently pulled her hand away, then kissed her, and after a while she started to kiss me back. The struggling process just like acting is necessary, and the nobles usually raise affair to love, as if it is an indispensable step.
Although her lips are plump, her kissing skills are really good. After a long time, she said in a faintly sad tone: "It shouldn't be this way, it shouldn't be." Suddenly she noticed a ribbon under her feet, so she pushed me away and picked it up.
She thought it was dropped by herself, but her eyes widened after picking it up.
I know that she saw the pattern embroidered on the ribbon before. The whole Yorkshire couldn't find a skirt with the same pattern, and it was tied to the underwear. Who would leave the underwear here?
"Who lost it here?" Mrs. Shirley looked at the pattern thoughtfully. She seemed to see Bruce's Margaret pass through it.
"Uh... this!" I quickly covered my mouth, like a silly kid who couldn't hide the secret.
Mrs. Shirley wrapped the ribbon around her finger: "What? Do you know who this is?"
"I...I don't know..." I lowered my head in a panic.
"You brought me here, did you bring others here before? Let me guess, it was with the second lady of this house...Margaret!" Mrs. Shirley said dubiously.
"No! No! I only love you, Madam, and I have never been with anyone. This is Jason and Miss..." I hurriedly stopped.
"Oh, my goodness!" Mrs. Shirley looked excited.
"No, please madam, don't say anything, please, the lady is about to get engaged, there can be no rumors at this time, I still want to work here peacefully, please." My face Palely pleaded.
"Stupid boy, what would I say? Nothing happened here today. We haven't even met each other, right?" Mrs. Shirley stood on tiptoe and kissed my chin: "You are such a good boy. See you later, I'm going to change clothes."