The Happy Life of a Duchess

"Unreasonable!"

After reading the letter, Mrs. Armand Lude was very emotional, and her hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

Adele covered the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, trying to look as sad as possible, and watched the housekeeper fidgeting back and forth with a dull expression.

She was wearing a long velvet dress and a pink and white handmade cashmere shawl. Her long brown and black hair fell behind her, which contrasted sharply with the pastel-colored shawl.

She was leaning on the sofa covered with velvet cushions, looking a bit sleepy, coupled with her fair to almost transparent skin and slightly thin body, it only made people feel extremely fragile.

Half a day later, the female housekeeper's full of words turned into a comment of "absurd".

Her agitation and irritation are palpable.

Adele's thoughts turned slightly, and she couldn't help but said, "Amande, is it possible..."

Before she finished speaking, the elderly housekeeper turned around alertly upon hearing the sound.

The seriousness in her eyes let Adele know that she said something inappropriate.

"Sorry, my dear."

She spoke in a strange, grim tone, suppressing a previous outburst of irritation.

"Mr Duke's decision cannot be questioned."

Adele nodded, but she was not disappointed by the answer, she just couldn't help but think distractedly——

Will the meticulously combed hair unravel as she turns around?Would she have shown an overly surprised look at that time?

But thinking about it, she responded very simply, as if she had dispelled her previous "naive" thoughts.

"Armand, I'm so sorry..."

She covered her heart just right, as if she was really uncomfortable.

"Oh, my poor lady." This middle-aged woman, Mrs. Armand Lude, who has been given special treatment for taking care of the lady, hastily stepped forward and hugged her from a maid to a housekeeper.

"My poor lady, in this terrible place... The master really made a hasty decision, he should take you back..." She hugged Adele, patted her on the back gently, "Master loves you so much, he must be bewitched by a disgusting prostitute!"

Adele leaned in her arms, thinking about the known information in her mind.

The housekeeper, who seemed to care about her very much, had already stated that she would not help her and the Duke to protest this matter. This was not because she didn't care about her, but just like everyone else, the housekeeper would give priority to her in everything. Master, and her master is the Duke, not her, the Duchess who came from time to time.

It has been several months since Adele came to this spa in Bagnell. During this period, she fell asleep intermittently because of her weakness, until her body gradually improved. Counting the time she spent here, it has been almost a year.

It wasn't until she received the Duke's letter that Adele knew that she had time-traveled and become the Duchess among La Traviata who could not survive the late stage of lung disease.

In the plot, Marguerite, the La Traviata, also went to Bagneres to treat her lung disease. It was also here that she met the old Duke and received his generous financial support for her. But after returning to Paris, Marguerite Te violated the agreement with the Duke and returned to her extravagant and depraved prostitute life.

The timeline here may have become a little confused because of her time travel.

But as a native Frenchman, Adele would not mistake the famous work and content of Dumas fils' La Traviata, and she was deeply impressed by many plots in it.

"Amand, what do you think I should do?"

Seeing that it was almost done, Adele got up from her arms and looked at her with dependence and trust.

"My lady, you have to believe that Mr. Duke has only your only daughter!"

Mrs. Armand Rudder, the housekeeper, bit the "only one" very hard, but Adele didn't even know what was going on in the Duke's house, so she didn't dare to answer rashly. Fortunately, the other party didn't expect her to respond, just continue.

"Even if this 'social butterfly' is regarded as..." She frowned, but the makeup that was so heavy that it covered her original skin tone covered up her deeper emotions, and she didn't even want to call La Traviata "Mr. Duke's" Goddamn daughter".

"You are still the most honorable lady, no one will doubt this."

"I know."

Adele lowered her eyes, her white neck was exposed, like a swan's long neck that never wanted to lower it, but it looked extraordinarily delicate and slender.

Because of her long illness and the unscientific bloodletting therapy earlier, her body was very fragile.

Even after several months of self-cultivation, her face has only grown a little flesh.

"Amande, how is your business going?" Adele knew that she had just returned from Limousin in the central part, and it seemed that her distant relative had passed away and there was no elder to coordinate with her, so her distant relative went back.

"I'm sorry for your troubles. After the deal is over, my distant nephew went to Paris with several of his fellow countrymen."

Her expression was still a little serious, and she didn't smile much when she mentioned her relatives, but the warmth in her eyes was real, but she had sworn to serve the Juradi family for life, and her descendants would serve the Duke's family, so for other Relatives, she will never show too much love in front of her.

"Do you want to stay in Paris for a long time?" Adele thought for a while, and said very naturally, "I don't know when I can go back... Although the scenery here is beautiful, I miss you a little, I miss home... "

"My miss..." Armand hugged her very touched, and he was not stingy about expressing his emotion on this matter.

"Looking at what Mr. Duke means, it won't be too long. The severe winter has passed, and Paris should be getting warmer by this time."

After hearing this, Adele had a little more smile on her face, she pursed her lips and nodded with a smile.

Mrs. Lude said a lot of comforting words, basically saying how much the Duke cared about her when she was recuperating, but Adele remembered that he hadn't appeared once in the past few months.

When she finally got better now, the nursing home also gave good feedback. The almost silent Duke sent her a letter a few days ago, and in the letter he dryly informed her that she was about to have a "sister-in-law" "Margaret.

"Seeing you now, Mr. Duke will be very happy."

"hope so."

Yuanshen didn't like to go out, and her body was weak, because of repeated bloodletting and other strange treatments, her spirit was severely worn down. It can be said that she collapsed psychologically before the physical illness.

After Adele came over, she barely held her breath and insisted on a regular diet, even if the food was extremely unpalatable, she forced herself to cheer up and bathe in the sun every day, taking walks and exercising.

With this comparison, and the doctor's statement that her health has indeed improved to a level close to that of ordinary people, the housekeeper can say that she does look much better.

The white skin that seems to be transparent under the light is not a big problem, but the pair of dark blue eyes that were always tender and sad like water mist, and most of the time are drooping, are now gone. mournful.

In the past, there was rarely a smile on his face, and his lips were mostly bloodless, but now he looks much better, with a smile on his cherry-pink lips, and his whole body is finally full of energy, not like in the past. No strength.

Adele exchanged feelings with her, asked some insinuating questions, and then offered to write back.

Mrs. Lu De immediately agreed, tidied up the desk for her, and laid out the white letter paper.

"Miss, which fragrance do I need for you?" She asked respectfully.

"Lilies, I like lilies as much as I like roses."

Mrs. Lu De nodded yes, glanced at the pen on the table, frowned briefly and then relaxed.

"Of course there is no problem, but... the nib of this pen is a bit worn out. I will buy you a new pen. Do you think the one dipped in ink is okay..."

"Don't bother." Adele shook her head.

For her, there is not much difference between dip and reservoir pens.

Right now, this kind of water storage pen is not easy to use. When writing, she has to squeeze the piston at the back, so that the ink can continue to flow from the ink storage place to the nib. It took her a while to get used to it, and she slowly started writing by hand. written with a pen.

Under such circumstances, the wear and tear of the pen nib has become a small problem instead, and she borrowed this pen after asking around in the nursing home. It should not be easy for Mrs. Lude to find a dip pen here, and she also Don't feel like I'll be able to pick up another dip pen anytime soon.

Mrs. Lu De nodded, thinking that she bought some things as an excuse to leave. Adai knew that she was not satisfied with her life here.

This nursing home is already very good, but no matter how good it is, it can't hide the poor sanitation environment, poor "patients", average quality of life and poor food standard.

Mrs. Lude considers this place based on the standard of living in Paris, so naturally she doesn't like everything here.She has been here for a few days and Adele has already seen that she is not used to it. She didn't even come here with the original owner because of the funeral.

Adele was sitting at the desk pondering her words, and after writing half a sheet, she heard someone knocking on the door.

"Please come in."

"Miss Juraty, it's time for you to go to the doctor for an examination."

The little girl's voice was crisp, and Adele laughed immediately.

"Thank you for the reminder." She put down her pen, opened the exquisite pocket watch carefully placed on the table, and checked the time. "I almost forgot."

"Hey, it's okay." Jenny scratched her face embarrassingly, and her eyes skipped over her desk. Apart from the exquisite and expensive pocket watch, the most obvious thing was the letter paper that was still open.

"Are you writing a letter?"

"Yes, write to my father."

Adele was familiar with the little girl in front of her.

Jenny Burns, the niece of Sister Burns at the nursing home, was taken with the nuns at all times.

She basically grew up in a nursing home, and when there are many people here, she will come to help, but she is not strictly a maid.

The rest of the time, she and her aunt prayed in the Catholic Church, learned some Latin, and occasionally went to some public balls, but such opportunities were rare.

"Then will you be able to leave soon?" There was some reluctance and longing in her voice.

"Maybe." Adele didn't give a clear answer.

"very nice."

Jenny still couldn't help sighing.

This apple-cheeked girl has lovely brown eyes, and a little freckles only make her look even cuter.

Most people here like her very much, just because she is an optimistic and cheerful little girl who can bring warmth to everyone.

"Okay, I want to make an apple pie after the inspection, do you want to join me?" Adele tidied herself up quickly, and Jenny helped her put on the Andalusian jacket.

"Okay, but your housekeeper's wife..." Jenny hesitated a bit. It wasn't the first day she and Adele had a secret cooking together. The two were about the same age and shared a common language, and Adele was not like those A noble lady with eyes on top of her head.

"It's okay, she probably won't live here today."

"Have you gone out? That's great..."

Adele paused, then turned her head and said, "Why didn't you tell Sister Burns that you wanted to go out and have a look?"

Jenny shook her head: "Oh, no."

"She won't agree, but if..."

She muttered something quickly, and Adele didn't catch it because she was speaking too quickly with an accent.

"So, do you have any other relatives? Maybe they can take you out to see?"

Adele changed the subject, facing her longing for cleanliness, considering a certain possibility in her heart.

The author has something to say:

Cashmere: Cashmere cloth that became popular on a large scale from about the 18th century

Andalusian short coat: one of the popular coats at that time, and it also continued from the previous era

Parnell's Sanatorium: The spa sanatorium where Margaret stayed in the original La Traviata. Margaret and the original princess were treated for lung disease here, but in fact, the treatment should be for diseases such as sepsis. Hot springs were used to recuperate and recuperate, and most of the treatment methods were bloodletting therapy, which was popular at that time.

The predecessor of the current pen is the water storage pen, and the general order of invention is: the water storage pen that presses the piston → the pen used for dipping in water → the modern water storage pen