Love Lightning Old Virgin
Chapter XXX

Miss Dior found herself speechless, but she did not need to respond. With a short bow, the man turned away, leaving Miss Dior with regret for letting her act, which she realized was too late, inappropriate. Women from the upper class do not accuse even the most violent men as crazy. He said to himself that the man was guilty and he had contracted an overly outspoken manner of speech from the man. However, it was not worth his conscience reprimanding. He thought he should apologize to the man and found, to his surprise, it was more shameful to be considered foolish by him than to be considered disrespectful.

Shaken, Miss Dior walked over to Lady Stinchcombe's group, and greeted the woman with her usual calm smile. However, before he could exchange greetings with the others in the group, he was interrupted. Cherry shouted excitedly, “Oh, Miss Dior, please tell Mr Damitri we will be happy to meet him at the party! I'd venture to invite him, because you said I could invite whoever I chose, and I know he's your friend! It's just, he didn't dare come without an invitation from you!”

It was then that Miss Dior realized the task of looking after Cherry might not be the light work she had been happily imagining. It was impossible to refuse the invitation so gracefully, but he did his best. She said, “Of course, if she wants to come, I'd love to include her in the guest list.”

“I really want to come” said Mr. Damitri immediately, moving forward to bend. He lifted his face, smiling slylylyly at Miss Dior, and said softly, “Why don't you want me to come, dear Madam? Surely you know I'm the right person to be invited to a party!”

“Oh, yes,” Miss Dior said lightly.

“That's always blabbering funny! But, I guess my party won't be the kind of party you like. In fact, I imagine you'd find the party so drab almost like a children's party!”

“Oh, then, you can't possibly want my absence! I perform in the best of conditions at children's parties, and will be busy arranging some games in the house to keep your young guests entertained. Guess-word games, for example, or blind-millions games?!”

“Do not make it up like that!” miss Dior said with a laugh. “If you come, I will expect you to entertain rich widows!”

“Oh, it won't be hard to do! I even managed to cheer up my grandmother, and that thing, you know, requires excellent skills!”

“You know, you're a pathetic punk!” Miss Dior told as she stepped away from him.

Miss Dior discovered that Mr. Curtis had joined the group, and it occurred to him, as he shook hands with the man, mr. Damitri's presence at his party would have been less conspicuous if he had also invited Mr. Curtis. The man was much younger than Damitri, but his pleasant manner of speaking, and his stern look of style made him look older than his age. He was accompanied by a very handsome young man, whom he introduced as Jonathan Hawkesbury, a friend who came from Paris to stay a few days at Curtis Court so Miss Dior immediately put her on the invitation list. Miss Dior did not think the young man's intelligence was high, but his manners were very polite, and his clothes were so good that he would have been able to add to the festivities, Miss Dior thought. Both men accepted his invitation. Mr. Hawkesbury expressed his gratitude to him, and Cyril said in a carefree manner, “God, yes! We'd love to come to your party, dear Miss Caroline! Will there be dancing?”

Miss Dior quickly changed her plans. He had already ordered small orchestras to play soft music for his guests, but he was now beginning to think musicians might be playing one-two rustic dance music, and perhaps a reckless walz mind. That may surprise some of the more rigid wealthy widows because although waltz music became increasingly popular in Paris, it was never played in any community in Rouen. However, the music was definitely going to make his originally boring and ordinary party become stylish unexpectedly.

Miss Dior said, “Well, that will depend on the circumstances! It was meant to be a dinner party, not a dance party, but I thought the show would end up as. Maybe not a dance party, but an impromptu dance party.”.

Mr. Curtis praised this advice, adding to the information that his somewhat speechless friend would flaunt his best shoes. Mr Hawkesbury denied, but expressed, in a very polite and respectful manner, the hope that he might be given the honour of dancing with his hostess. Miss Dior then separated from the group, with the intention of increasing her party guests by entering the name of Major Beverley, who had just entered the Pump Room to look after her mother. He's not the kind of person who likes to dance, therapy he's almost the same age as Denis Damitri, and, from the fact that he suffered the misfortune of losing one hand in a bloody battle at Waterloo, he's almost at the same time, she is the target of an awesome attraction for the girls who will be present at the party. After successfully putting the young man on the invitation list, Miss Dior strolled around the room in search of her next target.

He finds two people and it suddenly comes to his mind that he does not want to give Cherry any additional appeal, by hiding Mr. Damitri from Mr. Constantine's sharp eyes. It was so silly that it made him laugh inwardly, but it was also annoying. What does the man have to do with the people he chooses to invite to his home? He did not care the slightest bit about the man's opinion, and would not waste any time thinking about it anymore.

“Op? cherry's great-grandson is full of excitement. “Thank you, Sir! I really owe you! Where did the horse come from? When can I ride it? What kind of a mare is she? Will I like it?”

“I'm sure so. The horse is gray, very intelligent and agile. He's from Lord Warrington's stables, and used to transport a woman, but I bought him at Tattersall's. Warrington has not worn it since the death of his wife. You can ride it tomorrow day.”

“Oh, good! Nice work!” he shouted while clapping his hands.

“That's why you had to leave Rouen? Did you go all the way to Paris to buy me a horse? I am. I am so grateful to you! Miss Dior has lent me her favorite mare, and she's the kindest woman ever, but I don't like to keep borrowing her horse, even if she says she doesn't want to ride herself.”

“No, I don't like it either,” said Mr Constantine. He lifted his glasses, watching closely Mr. Blanchet, who had just appeared at the entrance, but stood timidly behind. “You, I guess, must be Young Blanchet,”. “Thus, I must thank you for taking care of my nephew, I guess.”

“Ya, but .. but it's nothing, Master!” Archard stutters. “I mean, the only thing I can do is accompany him, because I... I was unable to persuade him to return to Etretat, which he should have done.”.

“He's hard to control, isn't he? I sympathize with you.”

Archard nodded timidly. “I kinda think so?” said. “Well, he's in his reckless condition, you know.”

“I'm grateful to be able to say I don't know,” replied Mr. Constantine cynically.

“I'm not so!” cherry said, immediately offended. “And, about taking care of myself, I am very able to take care of myself!”

“No, you can't!” sahut Archard with ketus. “You don't even know how to go to Rouen, and if I don't chase you”

“If you don't interfere, I'll rent a car in Colleville sur mer.” Cherry said arrogantly. “And, the train will not lose one wheel, like your disgusting train!”

“Oh, so, huh? And, realize you didn't have any money when you got to Rouen? Don't be a stupid girl!”