Love Lightning Old Virgin
Chapter XXVI

Cherry giggled briefly at that, but also expressed her relief, saying blatantly she thought living with Big Lady Lambourn was even more unbearable than living with Madame Raina. “Again, I barely knew him,” he added, as a decisive reason. “Really, I thought I'd met her no more than once in my life, and that was years ago, when Mama asked me to visit her in the morning. I was a kid, but my aunt didn't seem to be sick. I remember she was very beautiful and amar graceful. She did tell Mama she could rarely boast of herself in a healthy state of walafiat, but she did not say it in a way that would cause people to think she was suffering from an incurable disease.”

“Ah, that must have been before she was a widow!” sahut uncle.

“Lambourn was wise in taking action when she realized what might happen.”

“How many enemies do you cause because of your tongue.” Miss Dior observed. “May I propose, rather than spewing words that I suspect could be a slander against your sister, You turn your mind to the question of which relatives are considered to be the most appropriate people to assume responsibility for Cherry until the Grand Mistress of Trevisian is free to introduce it to the upper class?”

“Of course,” says Mr. Constantine, very friendly.

“I will do my best to look for it, but at the moment I find myself confused, and with a heavy heart must beg you to continue the work as his guardian.”

“Then,” said Miss Dior, rising from the table, “There is nothing more we need to do here. We say goodbye, Mr Come on, Cherry! Thank your uncle for his good hospitality, and let's go home!” Mr. Constantine made no attempt to restrain them, but muttered provocatively, while slinging Miss Dior's scarf around her shoulder, “Receive my greetings, Madam! Will you force yourself not to become angry because of that effort?”

“Oh, no, absolutely not!” miss Dior replied scathingly, without a single hesitation. “My father taught me years ago to never pay the slightest attention to the unwise things spoken by intelligent but impolite people!”

Mr. Constantine laughed loudly. “Tapelok!” akuny. He turned away from Miss Dior to flick Cherry's cheek with one finger in an indifferent gesture. “Au revoir, Pondering!” he said with a friendly smile. “Please, strive to regain the reputation of the family you have placed in a dangerous condition.”

He then escorted them down, and, while Miss Dior's carriage was called, invited the woman to make polite pleasantries. These pleasantries were interrupted by the arrival of a somewhat parlente-looking man who was so keen that his sharp eyes saw Miss Dior, immediately approaching quickly while exclaiming, “Ah, well, well, didn't I know luck would greet me today? Very honorable mistress, how are you?”

Miss Dior thrust her hand, which the man immediately directed to his lips, and said, “How are you, Mr Damitri? I thought you were in Rouen to visit your grandmother. I hope he's healthy.”

“Oh, in too good a state!” he said, with a joke. “Anged too! Very disappointing!” Miss Dior ignored this, and briefly introduced the man to her comrades. Miss Dior's attitude, which was rather cold, should not have encouraged the man to linger, but apparently the man was unable to respond to the cues, and after nodding at each other with Mr. Constantine, having been introduced to her, she turned to talk to Cherry, whom she had done for good cause for the girl to inform Miss Dior, on the train ride to Versailles, which she had been trying to do, that the man was the most fun and funny person he had ever met.

“Really?” asked Miss Dior, indifferently.

“Masa? Really?” yelled Cherry, surprised. “Yes, I'm willing, Madam! And, can we stop by the Pump Room? Stonehenge will be there, with his mother, and I told him I'd ask you if I could come with him.”

“Yes, of course. And, while we're in town, we should buy a new pair of gloves for you, to wear at our banquet.”

“Gloves for night?” Cherry asked excitedly. “Those gloves will be the first I've ever had because my aunt just wants to buy me open-fingered gloves, like I'm just a schoolboy! Did my uncle say I could have those gloves as well as the new waiter?”

“I didn't question her,” said Miss Dior. “From what I've noticed about him, I'm pretty sure he'll answer in a boring way he doesn't know about those kinds of things, and I have to do what I think is best.”

Cherry chuckled and said, “Yes, but the thing is, will she pay for all that? Because, I know how expensive long gloves are, and .. and my pocket money is just a little!”

“You don't have to think about it! Of course he'll pay for it!” miss Dior replied, adding, with a gross satisfaction, “Her price makes it difficult for her to be forced to allow her guardianship to stay with me, as my guest, she said, and I was very satisfied to have inspired him with enough respect to prevent him from proposing to pay me for taking care of you. I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to send me alimony money. About objecting when asked to pay any fees you might buy, he very likely instead encourages you to be extravagant. If you're still worried that he's refusing to pay your bills, let me do it.

As Miss Dior and Cherry were walking the next day down the Upper Versailles on their way to Gay Street, they met Archard Blanchet, who approached them. It soon became clear that the young man was trudging and slow with a feeling of great annoyance, for without waiting to greet them, he suddenly conveyed rather less important information that he had come to visit them, by adding quickly and suddenly, “What do you think has happened, Madam?”

“I don't know,” replied Miss Dior. “Tell us.”

“I will tell you. You won't believe it! I can hardly believe it myself! What I mean is, if you consider all the things that have happened, and how this is their fault, and not my fault well, it makes me really very angry, and anyone will be angry too!”

“But, what's up?” sue Cherry impatiently.

“You can ask! But, you would be furious if I told you! Because of all” Cherry cut while stomping feet and close the fur coat she wears to protect the body from strong winds.

“For God's sake, just tell me instead of talking in such a stupid way, and make us stand in the middle of this shitty wind?” He almost screamed.