Love Lightning Old Virgin
XXXV CHAPTER
At this moment, Denis Damitri, who broke free from the group of young mothers, pressed his hostess and said in a very hurt voice, opposite to the twinkle of laughter in his eyes, “Nah, said, how can you make me misunderstand your party that turned out to be so festive? Could it be that you're trying to keep me away from this party? I can't trust him!”
“Jeez, no! Why should I do that?” reply Caroline.
“I'm glad you didn't find this party so boring. I'm afraid you might think so.”
“No party you throw with your very pretty presence can be drab, believe me! I have only found one shortcoming of this feast: I wish to be allowed to drive you to the dinner table, but find that I have been removed by Constantine here! But, for one circumstance, Constantine, I will ask you to assign your friends!”
Mr. Constantine was so obviously disinterested and inconsolable with this nonsense that Caroline was forced to fill the silence caused by the man's silence. Caroline said with a smile, “It is hoped that one circumstance is the unreasonableness of ruining my party!”
“Jeez, no! It was just cowardice!” he said, shaking pitifully. “She's a very good person!”
Mr. Constantine responded to this joke with a glance of a contemptuous smile, and resigned politely allowing Major Beverley to approach Miss Dior. Mr Constantine walked away, and was later seen talking to Mrs Mandeville. She left the party before the dance began, by refusing overtly to join the group of whist players, for which Miss Dior had prepared two tables in the reading room. Feeling offended by this rude behavior, Miss Dior raised an eyebrow as the man bailed to him saying insinuatingly, “But, how dare you leave Cherry among such dangerous guests?”
“Oh, yes,” answer. “From what I noticed, young Curtis and Blanchet will take good care of it. And, since the only dangerous guest seems likely to direct his interest towards you, instead of Cherry, I no longer need to act as an alert guardian. It's not a role that suits me, you know that. Ah, please accept my gratitude for this lovely evening, Madam!”
Mr. Constantine bowed, leaving him. Miss Dior was so angry that it took a long time before her anger was enough to subside to allow suspicion to enter her mind that Mr. Constantine's abusive behavior was caused by anger over what she had definitely perceived as encouragement Miss Dior on Denis Damitri's familiarity. As Miss Dior continued to walk among her guests, who from the outside looked very calm with a pleasant smile, her brain was busy guessing. He was ready to play a game of wooing with Mr. Constantine, but now it became clear that the unwarranted wooing did not occur in the man's mind. It seemed absurd that the man could fall for him, but his anger could only be caused by jealousy, and that great jealousy had made him say the most painful things he could think of, not related to the wooing. It was obviously necessary for him to keep his distance from the man, but even if he was determined to do this, it occurred to him that perhaps the man believed he was ready to receive a proposal from Denis Damitri, who was not involved, and immediately it became very important to free Mr. Constantine from this misunderstanding. It was in vain that Miss Dior told herself it did not matter what the man believed: for reasons he could not understand, it was indeed important.
Her last guest had just left at eleven p.m., time dissolved according to the norm in Rouen, which proved the impromptu dance party a huge success. Some young girls are too shy to walz dance, or may be too aware of the parents' disapproving views towards them: but even though walsz music is banned from being played in both meeting rooms, it is not, even the most rigid and ancient widows knew soon that waltz music would penetrate this stronghold, and limited their objections to ******* and the head-bunts are pitiful against the passage of time.
About mothers with daughters who are introduced into society, only a handful of mothers whose principles are so rigid prefer the sight of their daughter sitting leaning against the wall rather than the surprising but pleasant sight of these beautiful girls circling around the room the arms of the chosen youth.
Miss Dior limited her role in this party by watching over them, noticing the inexperienced girls unaccompanied by their mother not standing more than twice with the same young man, she said, and find a partner for the neglected girls. Since almost all young people know each other well, there is not much to do. Really, it is much more important to keep this impromptu dance from developing into a noisy dance, which, with so many young people who have known each other since childhood, has not evolved into a noisy dance, it's more likely to happen.
Miss Dior was asked many times to dance, but smilingly refused to stand with even a polite old friend, who might be her father's age. “No, no, General!” he said, winking at him.
“Guardians don't dance!”
“Guard? You?” abugn. “Omong empty! I know exactly how old you are, son, so don't talk nonsense to me!”
“Then, you will say you fondled me as I was a baby,” murmured.
“However, I might have done that. Well, come on, Caroline! You can't refuse to accompany an old friend like me! Jesus, I know your father!”
“I'd love to accompany you, but you're resourceful, but I'm a keeper tonight, and if I'm with you, how can I refuse to accompany others?”
“There's no difficulty about that!” abugn. “You just have to say you're with me because you don't want to hurt an old man!”
“Yes, of course I can say that if you are not well known to be the naughtiest teaser in Rouen!” his objection.
This remark pleased the general so much that it made him chuckle, puff out his chest a little, call Miss Dior a naughty and disrespectful girl, and step away to seduce all the most beautiful women in the room.
Miss Dior enjoyed dancing, but she was not tempted to dance on this occasion. There was not a single man that interested him in doing so tonight: but once he realized this truth, a question arose in his mind: if Mr. Constantine persisted, he would, instead of leaving the party feeling seemingly angry, and asking her to waltz, would she be tempted to fulfill the invitation? Miss Dior was forced to admit to herself that she would be very tempted, but she hoped that she would have enough determination to resist the temptation.
In the midst of this contemplation, Great Lord Curtis appeared and sat down next to him, saying, “May I accompany you, esteemed Miss Caroline? I didn't ask you to dance, because I knew you didn't want to dance tonight. I can't stop feeling happy. This gave me the opportunity to enjoy conversing with you without interruption and, frankly, I didn't like waltz music. I know that music is popular, but it seems to me that music has never been a good thing. You'll call me old-fashioned, I'm worried.”
“Infashionable,” Miss Dior replied flatly. “Very rude too, whereas you must know I feel good about the waltz dance!”
“Oh, I don't mean to be disrespectful!” Great Lord Curtis assured him. “You make a difference to everything you do!”
“For God's sake, Curtis, stop throwing axes at me!” he said fiercely.
Miss Dior pulled her hand, saying, “Excuse me! I see Mrs Wendlebury will say goodbye.” He got up to his feet, and walked across the room towards this amazing mistress, and, after saying goodbye to her, responded to a gesture from Madame Mandeville, and went to sit beside her.
“Well, my dear, a very pleasant party!” said Mrs Mandeville. “I congratulate you!”
“Thank you, Mistress!” Caroline said gratefully.
“From you, that means the highest praise! May I also thank you for being pleased to honor me with your presence tonight? I'm reassuring you that I really appreciate it, and can only hope you don't feel bored.”
“Even the opposite, I was very entertained!” the old woman replied, laughing. “What makes Constantine go in a state of rage?”
Caroline's kind of blushing. “Did he leave in a state of anger? I thought he was just bored.”
“No, no, he doesn't feel bored, honey! It looks to me like he and you are at odds!”
“Oh, we bicker whenever we meet,” Caroline said lightly.
“Yes, he got a lot of enemies with his tongue out of control.” Madam Mandeville nodded. “Manja, of course! Too many women want him as a husband! My second son is his friend, and he told me years ago it's no wonder he's become so unpleasant because half their mother and daughter are trying so hard to get it. That's the worst thing about being born rich and famous: it's not good for young men to be too rich. However, I did not despair of him because there was nothing too wrong with him that marrying the woman he loved would not treat.”
“I didn't know that there wasn't enough love in her life, Mistress!”
“Gosh, son, I am not talking about his whores,”, Madam Mandeville said in a mocking tone.
“Not the love a man feels for the prostitute he entertains. I've always liked bad guys myself, and I'm sure most women like them too. Careful, I don't mean the bastard who seduced some girls, against them I can't stand it! Constantine is not one of those bastards. Has he given you responsibility for his beautiful niece?”
“No, no! The girl only stayed with me for some time, before staying with one of her aunts, or her cousin I'm not sure which one is which.”
“I'm glad to hear it. You're too young to be saddled with a girl his age, darling.”
“So does Mr Constantine's opinion! It's just, he said more than you, Madam, and didn't hesitate to tell me he thought I was very inappropriate to keep Cherry.”
“Yes, I've heard he can be so disrespectful.” Madam Mandeville nodded in agreement.
“Not polite? He's the roughest guy I've ever met in my life!” firmly Ms. Dior.
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