Love Lightning Old Virgin
Chapter IX

With this carefree tone, he looked at the guest with a beaming face, and followed Miss Dior out of the room. Not a single young guest of Miss Dior, who both had been raised from birth in a strict standard of decency, gave any reply to this statement, but they exchanged glances, and Sir. The young Blanchet asked Miss Constantine, in a whispering voice, what does Stonehenge have to do with all this?

After placing her guests comfortably in the guest room, Miss Dior said familiarly that she had thought about their problems, and concluded the wisest way for Archard to do this was to tell her father, her mother, and her family, and Madam. Raina the whole story of her adventure.

He could not help but laugh when faced with two frightened faces, but said, with great authority, “You know, my dear, there is really nothing else to do. If only the problem was different if Cherry was treated badly by Madam. Raina, I could have agreed to hide her whereabouts here, but as far as I'm concerned, Cherry has never been treated badly in her life

“Oh, no, no!” Cherry said quickly. “I never said that! But, there is another kind of tyranny, Madam! I can't explain my point, and maybe you've never experienced it, but .. but”

“I didn't experience it, but I really know what you mean,” Caroline said. “Tirani from the weak, right? His weapon is tears, reproach, depression, and other immoral ways used by meek and helpless women like your aunt!”

“Oh, you do understand!” Cherry exclaimed, her face glowing.

“Of course I get it! Now try to understand how I feel about this. I can't agree with my conscience, Cherry, to hide yourself from your aunt.” He silenced, with one finger raised, the violent protest Cherry was about to throw. “No, let me finish what I have to say. I'll write to Madam. Raina and asked him if he was willing to allow you to stay with me for a few weeks. Archard will take my letter home tomorrow, and I certainly hope he will convince Madam. Raina that I am a very respectable woman, who is able to take care of you.”

“You can believe I will do it, Mistress!” archard said with great enthusiasm. Doubt shook him and his forehead wrinkled. “But, what should I do if he doesn't want to allow it? She's a very anxious woman, you know, and almost never lets Cher go anywhere without her, because she lives full of fear that Cher could have a disaster, like being kidnapped, like being kidnapped, which did happen to some girls last year, but certainly not in Cheltenham, of all the unbelievable places!”

“Yes, and since Uncle Loise died, he scuffed all the doors and windows every night,” Cherry confirmed, “and had our butler bring the silverware to bed with him, and had our butler bring the silverware to bed with him, and hide her jewelry under the mattress!”

“Please once” said Miss Dior kindly.

“He's afraid of dogs,” said grim Cherry. “And, horse! When I was a kid, I had a pony, and I used to ride every day oh, Archard, do you remember the good times we spent, by seeking adventure and hunting, which are we forbidden to do? But, Master our special friend, and never do anything other than tell us that we are a pair of bastards and will end up in Sark Prison!”

“Yes, gosh!” said Archard, beaming. “He's a shooter! Jesus, do you remember when your pony didn't comply and you went straight to jump over a hedge into a plowed field? I thought we'd never be able to clean that mud out of your clothes!” Cherry laughed loudly in light of the incident, but her laughter soon stopped, then she sighed in a sad voice saying that those times had long since passed. “I knew Mama would definitely buy me a hunting horse as I grew too big for dear old Marc, but Aunt Mirela completely refused to buy it! He said he wouldn't be calm for a moment if he knew I was riding around the countryside, and if I decided I wanted to ride, there was a very nice horse-dining place in Cheltenham, which provides a trustworthy steward to accompany young women if they want to ride on a very old steed! Exactly so!” he added, because Archard laughed mockingly. “And, as I pleaded to ... to my annoying Uncle Constantine, all she did was reply with the ugliest chicken claw writing that Aunt Mirela was the best determinant of what was right for me to do.”

“I must admit, people will consider him stupid,” Archard confirmed. “But, he doesn't. Maybe he doesn't approve of women hunting.”

“A very respectable man does not approve of it,” Miss Harrow said. “My dear father will never allow me to hunt. Not that I want to hunt, even though I was taught to ride, which in reality is not.” There seemed to be nothing that could be said in response to this statement, and a pressing silence enveloped them. Cherry ended.

“Based on that,” said, “my aunt will write to Uncle Constantine and he will order me to do as requested. I'm not sure there's hope for me.”

“Oh, don't despair!” caroline said cheerfully. “I wouldn't be surprised if your aunt would be so grateful to know that you're being looked after by someone so trustworthy that it wouldn't mind extending your visit here.

He might even be happy to rest! And, if he were to consider this matter, he would naturally realize that picking you back would soon lead to some kind of rumor that he would have been eager to avoid. Archard accompanied you here because I invited you: what is more natural than that? I wonder where I met you?” Cherry smiled slightly in response to this question, but it was a result of sadness, and it took a little time to convince her that there was no other way out of her predicament. Caroline felt very sorry for him because it was obvious that Madam. Raina was well aware of the responsibility she was carrying so much that she irritated this poor boy to the point of feeling almost hopeless due to the excessive attention she had given him.

Before a tray of tea dishes was brought in, Caroline took Archard to the reading room while she wrote the letter the young man was going to bring to the Madam. Raina, and gave him enough money to finance the various expenses he had incurred. He tells Cherry that he needs Archard's help to compile the letter, but his real intention is to know more about Cherry's fuzzy story than it has so far been told. Caroline considers many of the things Cherry has told her as exaggerated stories that young people are used to, but when Archard supports her with his own version of these words, it's a, Caroline realized that Cherry did not overestimate the burden of pressure added to her, and could easily imagine the impact that much pressure had on a sensitive girl.