Love Lightning Old Virgin
LXIII CHAPTER

Realizing she had been being outrageous, Miss Harrow hastily said she had no intention of being the slightest disdain towards her beloved Great Madam Dior, but she was unable to resist the temptation to add, not to mention, with his annoying little laugh, he,

“But, about my visit that has been exhausting Caroline Dear, I dare say that Cherry is the one who did it! It was a big mistake, if I may say so, to have allowed him to visit his”

“How about we go to take a swipe up to the living room to have everything open clear?” cut off the Great Mistress Dior in annoyance, with a calm authoritative voice.

“I think you yourself might be a little tired, dear Belevia. Maybe you'd rather rest in bed than have to come down here reporting on it yourself. We must not forget this all happened only a few days after you also fell ill, right?.”

Belevia finally applied for permission to stop working in the house because she was ashamed and guilty of accusing others without evidence, and Miss Harrow was indeed resigned, but in a way so reluctant to leave immediately and still wanting to stay lingering that he was still within earshot when Mr. Arthur said,

“That's great, Majorie! For God's sake, that shitty chatterhead! Ah, and this is even worse than I thought! How could she think that, she boldly said Cherry was the one who made Caroline tired! That kind of hatred and envy I never heard before for God's sake! Apart from that I can be a witness that maybe this visit of yours will have a very good impact on my sister, Honey!”

“Of course this will have a good impact,” said Big Lady Dior.

“Don't look too sad so, Cherry. You must have realized that poor Belevia was overwhelmed with jealousy over your presence here, and it was all from the beginning like that, that's why all kinds of ways he always tries to keep you away from this house. And, sorry this should be given to people who are recovering from influenza. The disease often makes them grunt! Let's just get him out of the mind of everything he's been doing or talking about! I was wondering if you'd be entertained to play backgammon with Mr Arthur until Anash brought you tea?”

However, not yet the game board was held, it must be removed again, because a guest came, appeared the figure of the Great Lord Curtis. He was intending to come to ask about Miss Dior's health. He had just heard about his illness this afternoon because he had to visit Metropolis earlier in the week. He explained at some length that he had stopped his dinner at Ship before continuing on, why he had done so, how he had gotten this sad news, and how could he not wait until the next day before coming to know how Miss Dior was progressing. She had no idea what Miss Dior, and Big Lady Dior, must have thought of her for not visiting a few days ago.

He stayed behind to have tea with them, and by the time he left, Mr. Arthur was completely fed up with him. Upon seeing the man leave the place, Mr. Arthur told his wife that he should have called and listened to the babysitter again that day rather than Mr. Curtis, It is better that he immediately go to sleep, instead of letting her ears get hot hearing all that.

Miss Dior, the next morning, asserted that she was already much more decent so that it could be said to be in excellent condition. Elle disagreed with the decision if her employer did look in excellent shape, and painstakingly opposed her employer's determination to wake up.

“Let me to have to wake up!” miss Dior said, somewhat angrily.

“How can I be me again if you keep me lying in bed, which of all things I hate so much? After all, my brother came to see me this morning, and I will not let him find me suffering in bed, looking as if I am on the verge of death!”

“We must first see the diagnosis of what the doctor said, Madam, after that you can only do what you want to do, I do not want something to happen to you!” said Elle.

However, when Doctor Andre comes to visit his patient, coinciding with Miss Dior's almost untouched breakfast being removed, the doctor does a very upsetting thing for Elle, with that said it would be good for Miss Dior to leave the bed for an hour or two, and lie on the couch.

“I don't think she should dress herself, but her pulse has been normal now since yesterday, and it won't harm her to wear a nightgown, and sit for a while.”

“God bless you, Doctor!” said Miss Dior.

“Ah, it sounds more like yourself, Mistress!” the doctor said, laughing.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” Elle said.

“Nona Dior is not at all like herself. And, it's my duty to tell you, sir, that he only swallowed three spoonfuls of pork jelly for his dinner yesterday, and for his breakfast he only drank a little tea, and a few slices of toast.”

“Well, we have to whet his appetite, right? I do not mind if he eats a little chicken, for example, or even a slice of boiled lamb, if he likes it.”

“Actually, I don't like anything,” Caroline admits.

“I've lost my appetite. But, I'll try to eat a little chicken, I promise!”

“That's right!” said the doctor.

“Pronounced like a wise woman I know. That's you, Mistress!”

Never before had he felt so moody that he felt a regret he had been born with, or too hard to try to rouse himself from the melancholy without passion. She told herself this despicable condition had indeed really emerged from her recent illness, and was lying on the bed, with only being able to think about how weak and miserable her feelings were, she said, just magnifies his depression. So, she refused to give in to the temptation to stay in bed, but instead immediately got up, realizing her legs had become hard to control, “As if my bones had been removed from both legs!” she told Elle, trying to laugh, and was pleased to receive help from Elle's powerful hand at her somewhat staggering advance towards the dresser. Looking at his reflection in the mirror did not arouse his spirit.

“Jeez, Elle!” he exclaimed. “How scary am I! I want to tell you to go outside to buy some powder for me!”

“Well, I won't buy you anything, Miss Caroline! You don't look terrible either. Just a little shabby. It is understandable after the unpleasant surprises you have experienced. If I had brushed your hair finely, and pinned it under the pretty lace hat you just bought last week, you wouldn't have recognized yourself!”

“I don't recognize myself now,” said Miss Dior.

“Oh, yeah! I don't think it matters. Mr. Arthur never notices if someone looks at his best or worst but I really wish I asked you to smooth my hair last night!”

“Well, your hair is not important either, Madam, because I will roll it into your hat,” replied his unsympathetic maid.

“Dan, today is sunny, so there is no reason for you not to wear the beautiful dress you have been told to make for you, ' she said, and it has never been worn more than two or three times made of satin, with a blue wreath embroidered around it, and a lacy triangular scarf. It will make you feel much more like yourself, won't it?”

“I hope so, but I doubt it,” Miss Dior said.

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Love Lightning Old VirginLXIII CHAPTER

Love Lightning Old Virgin
LXIII CHAPTER