Mrs. Shirley stuffed the ribbon into her handbag, and then she left the balcony with a chuckle like a playful young girl. I stood in place, staring at her leaving silhouette.
What this woman would do next, who only worries that the world isn't chaotic enough.
These ladies are all the same, on the surface, they are close like sisters, but deep down they hate each other and frame each other. Dear friend, if you live a miserable life, then I will be extremely happy.
The Viscountess always said that Mrs. Shirley was a slut and had an affair with many low-bred men. Doesn't Mrs. Shirley know? Of course, she knows, and I'm afraid she's gritted her teeth with hatred, wishing to tear the viscountess to pieces, and wishing her to go to hell.
What would she do? Will she tell Viscount Wilson directly, or secretly publicize the scandal until everyone knows. But in any case, it has nothing to do with me.
It was very cold on the balcony, and the cold wind was raging, and my whole body was frozen, but my heart was burning. I have been waiting and dormant. Now is the beginning of my revenge.
Taking a deep breath, I adjusted my bow tie, then calmly walked down the stairs and returned to the hall.
The hall was still full of music and dancing, Simon saw that I was back, and excitedly came over and asked, "How is it?"
I nodded: "It's going well."
"Great, you have a chance..." Simon gushed excitedly.
I have been looking for Mrs. Shirley's figure.
I saw her standing among many noble ladies, they were talking closely, all of them are excited.
"She wouldn't be so stupid, just tell others?" I whispered.
"What did you say?" Simon asked me.
"No, it's nothing." I replied.
At this time, an elderly gentleman picked up a glass and tapped it with a silver spoon. The clear sound attracted the audience's attention.
The old gentleman smiled and said, "The ladies just suggested playing a game."
"What game?" The young gentlemen were excited.
"In the guessing game, the ladies and the Misses all take out a personal item, and then let the gentlemen guess who the thing belongs to." The old gentleman said.
"Oh, no, you can't play such an indecent game. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if it damages the reputation of the ladies and the Misses?" Some conservative ladies objected.
"It's just a game. If an item is guessed by many gentlemen, it can only show that the owner of the item is the most beautiful and the most eye-catching. This is actually a very glorious thing, isn't it?"
"Okay, let's try." Some young unmarried gentlemen were eager to try, and then looked at their sweethearts, many unmarried girls blushed.
So, the game started with the ladies' mixed excitement and reluctance.
The old gentleman ordered someone to take out a large paper box, which was filled with the items collected from the ladies just now, mostly fans, handkerchiefs, sachets and etc.
The old gentleman took out a pink handkerchief from it and introduced: "The pink silk handkerchief has a touch of jasmine fragrance."
As soon as the voice fell, the gentlemen began to yell.
"Mrs. Monica's."
"No, it's Miss Caroline."
Finally, a young guy guessed right. He took the handkerchief in the hands of the old gentleman, walked to a young lady, and elegantly returned the handkerchief. The girl shyly accepted the handkerchief, and everyone's kind laughter sounded around.
The items took turns on stage, and some items guessed it correctly, and received applause and smiles; some items guessed it for a long time but no one couldn't guess it, and the angry Miss stepped forward and took it back by herself.
At this time, the old gentleman took out an item, a long ribbon, and he frowned, as if thinking about what it was and how to introduce it, without noticing that someone had changed her face off the court.
"Well, a long ribbon with a pattern. Forgive me for my ignorance. I don't know where such a long ribbon is tied. Okay, gentlemen come and guess which lady it belongs to." The old gentleman shook the belt and said.
"Oh, that looks like..." A young lady, just tried to say something, suddenly blushed and bowed her head.
Some women, unconcerned, kept their fans in their mouths and squeaked, "Oh my God, who put the underwear tape in it?" "
Many gentlemen have already found this is underwear tape, although eager to try, they refused to open their mouths to guess without clue, so as not to cause embarrassment.
Many of the guests visted the Mormon frequently, and it was reasonable to notice that the ribbon was very new and familiar, and that a lady had waved through the market in such a dress.
Many turned their eyes to Margaret in the field, and then quietly whispering.
Margaret's face turned pale white, and she seemed to faint soon, not only Margaret, but the Bruces were all in a state of panic.
Wilson couldn't help but notice the awkward atmosphere.
"What's going on?" Whose stuff is that? Wilson asked.
"That's... that's That's not my thing..." said Margaret, weakly.
At this time, someone, fearing that the world would not messy enough, shouted: "I have seen Miss Margaret wearing a gown with this pattern." "
"What are you talking about!" Viscount Bruce became angry on the spot and punched the babbling guest.
For a moment, the scene was like a theatric drama. The men pulled the rack, the women screamed and laughed, and a rumor quickly spread through the crowd, without knowing who started.
"I heard that Margaret and one of their servants, Jason, had a dalliance, even the servants of the house knew it."
Wilson, who was furious that he had told many guests that he was going to marry Margaret. Without saying anything, He turned around and walked out, and Margaret ran after him.
After that night, Mormon literally turned into the stock of a big erotic scandal that has been circulating in Yorkshire for years.
It was heard that Sir Wilson had left the Mormon overnight, and made no mention of the marriage as if it had never happened.
The Christmas dinner was totally ruined, and the guests quietly left without even greeting the owners, who were making a big fuss.
"What's going on here!" What's going on! Isn't lady's clothes under your management? Why the ribbon was there! The count grabbed Margaret's maid and condemned aloud.
The maid was full of tears: "I don't know, really don't know, that strip was lost for a long time. The other night I changed clothes for miss and I couldn't find it, I immediately informed lady Margaret. But lady Margaret said 'If you can't find it, just buy a new one'." "
The Viscount looked at his wife, and the Viscountess also panicked, with shattered sentence, "I don't know, I thought..."
"Why did you think! Why the maid cannot find the ribbon when she gets changed, it is a tape for underwear, it won't fall out like a handkerchief! Ask your good daughter if she's undressing outside! And what about those rumors! I was surprised when she said she was going to take a footman with her when she get married! And the footman Jason, fetch him to me! I'm going to take him to court! And those damn servants, if there's a rumor in Mormon, why no one informed me earlier! "
"No, no, no, we cannot let it go to the public, it's a big scandal, our reputation will be ruined, Father, you must calm down." Catherine grabbed the Viscount's arm and said.
The Viscount took a deep breath, and it took a long time to say, "Take this maid to court and inform the judge that she stole lady's belongings." "
"No, no, I didn't." The maid struggled so hard that she could not believe it. And if she charged as theft from such magnificent property, she would be punishable by hanging.
"If it wasn't you stealing it, how could my sister's stuff is out there!" Catherine said aloud.
"It's Miss and Jason..."
"You tie your tongue now!" Before the maid had finished, the Viscount interrupted her, and commanded, "She has been seduced by the devil, and she stole the lady's ribbon, and then used it to discredit the lady. She's in a despicable sin! Let the judge hang her! "
Having said that, the poor maid was dragged out.
Although the incident has been satisfactorily resolved, the reputation is irretrievable, the count's unmarried lady and the maid, whether true or false have spread throughout Yorkshire, not to mention the lady was also abandoned by her fiance, Could any news be more explosive than this? This scandal has been the talking stock for ladies' afternoon tea.
At the end of the play, a footman named Jason was evicted from the manor, and soon after he died on the streets of Yorkshire.
...
"Did you put the ribbon in!" The Viscountess asked Catherine.
When there was an alone time of Catherine and her in the room, the Viscountess finally began to ask the question, which had been in her heart for a long time.
"Mother, I thought you weren't as stupid as everyone else. " Catherine frowned.
"But you tore Margaret's skirt that day..." said the countess suspiciously.
"Even if I wasn't happy that Margaret had taken Viscount Wilson, I wouldn't have ignored the big vision. And Margaret and I are sisters of Bruce, If she ruined our reputation, I will suffer the consequence too. Now I cannot even go out without being laughed at! " Catherine bit her lip and said, "Margaret's stupid, she's not doing me any good..."
At the door, Margaret's maid's eyes widened in disbelief. She was ordered to invite Catherine to Margaret's room, but I arranged for her to wait at the door for a while. She obviously didn't expect to hear such a conversation.
The maid gave me a panic glance.
I made a helpless expression to her, then shook my head, and said softly: "I didn't expect it to be... hey... how could Miss Catherine do this..."
The maid bit her lip tightly. The maid who served Margaret with her before was sent to court because of this incident. Maybe she would be sentenced to hanging. Even if she did not die, she would be exiled to the American continent or the southern continent. She did not wait any longer. And left in silent...