Love Lightning Old Virgin
LVII CHAPTER

Archard's absence felt to have created a miserable void in the house, and even outside the house there were a large number of people telling Caroline how sorry they were that young man had left Rouen, and how much hope they had that young man would revisit the city soon. Archard seems to have made many friends, which in fact adds to Caroline's respect for him. It was rare for youths to be willing to sacrifice their pleasures for such heartbreaking and outrageous parents as Big Madam Oliver. He wished Archard had not moping around in Etretat, but was worried he would have lived a very dull life.

However, a few days later Miss Dior received a letter from him, and concluded from the content of the pages of the letter written in meetings that even though Archard thought of Rouen and the inhabitants sadly, he said, the situation in Etretat has improved. Archard had a long conversation with his father, the result of which was that he now occupied himself with family-owned land management, and spent most of his time with the estate manager. Miss Dior would be wide-eyed if she knew how much the young man had learned. His quarrel with Great Lord Oliver has been redeemed. The young man realized his father looked weak and weary, but he was happy to be able to say his father had spirit, and had even said that Archard wanted to invite some of his friends to visit him, his father would love to welcome them to Etretat.

Miss Dior concluded that Great Lord Oliver had learned a valuable lesson, and that he did not have to worry about Archard's future.

No need to worry about anything, of course. Cherry is fine, and behaving so obediently, little Luke's toothache is remembered by no one but his mother and the nurse, Miss Harrow had the nurse's approval and began spending most of her days either in the nursery or taking Luke for a walk, and if Mr. Constantine changed his intention to return to Rouen, it is very good because they live a very happy life without him.

However, when, one morning, Miss Dior received a letter from the man, her heart was pounding, and she barely dared to unseal it, afraid to read the contents stating that the man had indeed changed his mind.

It seemed as if he had not done so, but although it was a relief to know the man was still intending to return, the letter was truly unsatisfactory.

Mr. Constantine wrote the letter in haste, and only told him he was forced to delay his return.

He was very preoccupied with some complicated affairs that required him to visit his lands. She was about to embark on that journey soon, and apologized to Caroline for only sending a short letter that read untidy to inform her of her current plans. He never had time to write more than that, but it will still be his, forever, Damien Constantine.

Not an example of the art of writing a letter, let alone a letter from a man in love, Miss Dior thought. The only part of the letter that fosters hope that the man still loves her is the end part. However, it is very likely that the man signed all his letters with your own writing, forever, and it would be absurd to understand these simple words as more than a friendly gesture.

Miss Dior found herself uninspired, and tried very hard to dispel this sudden, ridiculous attack of grief, and did not allow herself to think of Mr. Constantine, her letter, said, or how much he misses her. He argued that even if he did not succeed in carrying out this commendable determination, he was at least able to hide his sorrow from Grand Madam Dior, but soon learned that he was mistaken. “I hope you will tell me, dear, what makes you so ... so moody,” said Big Lady Dior in a persuasive tone.

“Nothing. Do I look moody? I didn't realize except wet roads, trees dripping rain, and nothing else to see, but umbrellas and puddles always pissed me off. I hate being locked up at home, you know!”

“Well, it's sad that the weather is cloudy, but you usually never pay the slightest attention to the weather. How often do I beg you not to travel out when it rains so hard! But, you never paid attention to it! You said you like to feel raindrops on your face.”

“Oh, it's in the countryside, Majorie! It was a very different thing in the city, where one could not tie a scarf covering his head, find a pair of strong shoes and go for a walk! You wouldn't ask me to look like that in Rouen!”

“Of course not,” said Big Lady Dior calmly, bowing her head again on the robe she was making for her baby daughter.

“Actually, I thought I needed a job,” Caroline proposed. “Well, if I hadn't thought sewing work was so boring, or if I had Cherry's talent in watercolor painting would you have seen one of the sketches? The sketch result is really superior to the painting of young women in general!”

“Oh, I argue that sewing or sketching activities will not give you what to expect. Those activities don't take a person's mind off, do they? I don't know about sketching because I never liked it at all, but I guess it's the same with sewing, and sewing I don't take someone's mind off, instead.”

“Well, honey, I'm sure it will give you what you expect, but you've been sitting with a book open in front of you for the last twenty minutes, and I inevitably notice you haven't turned the page,” replied Big Lady Dior. He looked up, and smiled briefly at Caroline. “I don't mean to tease you with probing questions, so I won't say any more. It's just that I really hope you won't do something that you'll probably regret all your life. I can't bear to see you made unhappy, my dear. Tell me, do you think I've made this vest big enough for the baby?

The weather remained erratic for several days, and it was clear that outdoor entertainment planned by Stonehenge and many of his friends had to be postponed. This of course disappointed Cherry and after a very short interval, even the patience of Big Lady Dior was exhausted, and about Cherry who asked him, for the twenty times, even the patience of Big Lady Dior was exhausted, whether he does not argue his sky is becoming brighter, and whether it is still impossible for tomorrow's feast at Sydney Green to be held, he conveys soft but carefully chosen words of rebuke to Cherry, “Son, the weather won't improve because you keep running to the window and asking us if we don't consider the weather to be sunny. Neither my sister nor I know in the slightest whether tomorrow will be bright, so what's the point of expecting us to answer you? You'd be much better off if you stopped sticking your nose in the window every few minutes and busied yourself with your paintings, or your music.” Big Lady Dior smiled generously, and added, “You know, honey, no matter how much people like you, like you, they'll soon start thinking you're boring if you like to talk over and over again about every little thing that bothers you, like you're just a spoiled kid.”

Cherry became a dead red, and for a moment it seemed as if she would respond with a scathing tone: but after a moment of inner struggle, she said in a soft voice, “I'm sorry, Madam!” and run outside the room.

As soon as the words of the Great Lady Dior were of any use, for, although Cherry would often cast my gaze upon the raindrops chasing each other over the windowpanes, she only occasionally complained of the stubborn weather, and, and really make a commendable effort to withstand disappointment with a cheerful calm demeanor.

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Love Lightning Old VirginLVII CHAPTER

Love Lightning Old Virgin
LVII CHAPTER