The Happy Life of a Duchess

The breeze blows over the cheeks, blowing away a little hot temperature, bringing a very refreshing feeling.

Adele also put down the folding fan she had been playing all the time, and followed behind Mr. Duval.

The end of the folding fan is tied with a delicate strap, which is just enough to hang on the hand. Adele also has a handbag, but Mr. Duval is holding it in his hand now.

He didn't shy away from this, and he didn't mind carrying the bag for her. Of course, the sachet that was originally placed in the carriage couldn't stay in it forever. The craftsman who came to repair the carriage had already arrived.

"This is Mr. Shake, a craftsman we are familiar with."

He explained the introduction to her in a low voice, and Adele followed behind and nodded to show that she understood.

Mr. Shake is a middle-aged man who looks very energetic, carrying a wooden toolbox on his back.

His son followed by his side, as if to help him.

"Mr. Shake is an excellent wheel maker. I met him by chance when my family was buying a carriage and making some arrangements." Mr. Duval has a wide range of social contacts, and he doesn't care about such ordinary workers. Nothing to look down on arrogance.

"Hello." Adele greeted each other with a smile. When her eyes fell on his son, she slowly realized, "We seemed to have met before at the Easter ball."

"The Easter ball?" The boy, who looked slightly taller than his peers, froze for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, I also participated. It's a great honor to meet you."

"I didn't expect you to come in person, why didn't you see me..." Mr. Duval showed a little hesitant look. Mr. Charco is not a professional horse repairer, but he has brothers and friends who are good at this. They also live on the same street. It was him who didn't expect to come.

"It's not a big deal. Although I'm working full-time on axles now, I'm still good at it." Mr. Shake smiled, and with the help of the coachman, he removed the wheels of the carriage and used Adele's complete Knocking and fiddling with the unfamiliar tools, after a while, I became very comfortable and authentic.

"Oh, something is stuck, and then this bearing is cracked a little, and it needs to be replaced with a new one to be safe." He explained, and showed some to the two. Adele didn't understand it very well, so she looked at Mr. Duval, he Know how to take on social entertainment work.

"Then I'll trouble you, is it convenient to get a new one?"

"It's not troublesome. It can be done in two to three 10 minutes. I brought the parts. This is where problems often occur, don't you think?" He looked at the driver, and the driver nodded to show that what he said was correct .

Since it didn't take too long, Adele thought about it and just waited until it was repaired before setting off. It just so happened that she could have a little more conversation with Mr. Duval, although it was impossible for them to whisper at this time. .

"Are you studying? Or have you learned a craft from your father, Mr. Little?" Adele asked the boy who was carrying a tool bag in his hands.

Although it is said to be a helper, it can be seen that this Mr. Shake loves his son more and has no intention of asking him to help.

There were two coachmen, and Mr. Shake himself was an excellent skilled worker. Although he was busy, he was not chaotic, and everything was in order.

"I am studying."

Mr. Xiao Shake explained with a smile that although he has not started college, he already has the intention to belong.

Adele and Mr. Duval asked curiously again, and found out that he was interested in studying medicine at the University of Paris.

Mr. Shake doesn't know what attitude he has towards his son's aspirations, but most people probably hope that their children will study some theology or law. At least it will be easier to arrange a job in this way, and secondly, it may not be very useful. Money, but relatively popular literature, philosophy, and science probably still depend on talent and fate.

"Ah..." After a while, Adele finally realized where her familiarity with this little boy's name came from.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Duval heard her surprised voice and turned his head slightly to look at her. Adele just shook her head to express that nothing happened.

"It's unbelievable." She murmured softly, as if sighing, "All of this is... so amazing."

"Why?" Mr. Duval's eyes were a little searching, but he could see that she didn't want to say more or ask more questions.

"I just feel," she paused, "that I'm lucky to be here."

"Before this, I never felt that I fit in with the people around me," she lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice that only he could hear clearly, "I was out of tune with everyone, even if I tried my best to hide myself Even if you are different, you still can’t deceive your clear and clear heart.”

"I tried my best not to look so 'above', and I really don't have the qualifications of being 'above'."

"But until now, I realized that, seemingly inadvertently, I have gradually accepted everyone's thoughts, concepts and ideals that are different from the original me."

"I'm very happy that until now, the summer wind has blown my cheeks," she stroked the side of her face, looking calmly at the front, "I still keep what I think is extremely precious and important to me. original traits."

Mr. Duval watched her. The repair work over there had come to an end. With the help of his son, Mr. Charco took back the tools. The driver was testing whether he could continue to drive the carriage normally.

Adele seemed to be looking over there, but she didn't seem to, as if she wanted to see something more distant through the surrounding fields and the houses and buildings in the distance.

Maybe it's a change of mind.

At first, like when she met Mr. Hugo, she felt a little strange in her heart. She just thought it was incredible that she had met such a "great" person who was called "great" by later generations.

But right now, she met Mr. Little Charco, the future famous French medical genius and father of neurology, but she suddenly felt a strange sense of pride——

She is sincerely proud and delighted to meet the great people who are about to surprise the world of science and literature.

She was deeply grateful and admirable that she was able to live in what Dickens later called "it was the best of times, and it was the worst of times".

She knew that after going through a long time, she finally came to belong to this gloomy but beautiful era in which she lived.

Maybe it made her have some nostalgia or love in her heart, it is precisely because in this era, there are many great people that people in the future will look up to, and it is they who have laid the foundation for a better and magnificent future, and perhaps it is——

Adele smiled and looked at Mr. Duval.

"I think maybe it's because of your existence that I like this world so much."

"I didn't know you were a little world-weary at first."

He responded with a smile, not minding her a little frustrated words.

Mr. Duval did not know what had caused her to experience this strange interlude of emotion.

But this does not prevent him from having quite tolerant emotions towards a young and beautiful lady who can even be said to be impulsive, irritable, and simple because she is too young.

He is willing to understand her occasional sadness, and he can tolerate her rare world-weary mood.

Everyone has the idea of ​​wanting to be a hero and a person who saves the world when they were young. Mr. Duval no longer has such naive ideas, and he will no longer complain about this society and this country. In this case, he will only use actions to prove himself and make himself better adapt to this society.

His beloved little wife may still be growing up like this.

He is very willing to spread his wings for her, take good care of her in his arms, and accompany her to grow up little by little.

Of course, to be able to hear such heartfelt words, Mr. Duval has to admit that he is still in a happy mood.

"I am glad that I am very important to you."

"It is very, very, very important with a unique status and significance." Adele corrected her seriously with a smile.

"My pleasure." Mr. Duval returned a polite smile and kissed the back of her hand politely.

Only Adele knows that, for her, Mr. Duval is the person who brings her a different meaning, and also the person who guides her invisibly.

His value and significance to her are completely different from those of Leo, Morgana, the Duke's father and others.Of course, these relatives and friends are also important and indispensable to her, but the difference is silently hidden in her heart, and she will never say it out.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, the evening was almost over, and before the last twilight of the setting sun was approaching, Adele finally returned home.

"Why don't you go in and sit down, sir?" Adele joked with a smile.

"No," Mr. Duval shook his head, "I've...been busy recently."

"Is that so?" Adele didn't pay much attention to it. She had always expected that this responsible gentleman would do his best at work, and it was natural to be busy, especially at the end of the season, when there were always things to deal with.

"You have worked hard." She smiled and relieved, and Mr. Duval nodded lightly.

There is no need to tell her nervously what is on his mind and what he is busy with recently.

After all, in two days, she should know by then, I just hope everything goes well——

It would be nice to see her smile.

Back home, Adele asked Mary to talk to the Duke's father, and went back to her room to change her clothes.

"Why don't you see Jenny?" she asked casually.

"She's in a hurry to go back to Barigne." Mrs. Lude helped her take off and change her clothes, and it was much easier to remove the corset.

"Sister Burns sent her a letter. As soon as she saw the letter, she couldn't wait to go. Because she was in a hurry, I agreed directly and rescheduled the work. Mary will have to work a little harder these two days."

"Did something happen, Armand?" Adele paused, then turned to ask her, removing the hair ornaments in her hands very slowly.

"What happened to Sister Burns? Does it matter if she is in a hurry to go back? Does she have enough money? Did you give her some extra support?"

"Don't worry, it's not a big deal. It seems that a relative girl from England has arrived." Mrs. Lude explained.

"Sister Burns has just brought back that poor little girl. Jenny can't wait to see it. You can write to her. If you want to bring the little girl to Paris for a few days."

"What you said makes sense." Adele nodded and asked again.

"Is there a letter from Frankfurt? I have asked many times. I also want to read the letter from my little niece."

"I'll go back and ask." Mrs. Lude said so, and there was nothing left.

"Hey, forget it." Adele waved her hand, "I'll write to Jenny after I'm done eating, and ask her to bring Helen Burns to Paris to play. I'm sure she will be a good-tempered girl, follow me By the side of a pious nun, she will definitely grow into a good girl with integrity and kindness."

"That's right, the previous hardships were not in vain." Mrs. Lude nodded. She had a very good impression of Sister Burns, who had a serious personality and was extremely devout.

"Sister Burns will treat her kindly. Even a girl like Jenny who doesn't like reading has learned to read and write, and has the strength to work. It will get better in the future."

"How do you feel about the salon today?" Mrs. Lude took the initiative to care. "This is an activity for young people, and ladies and ladies are also very popular. I heard that the salon of August's family is very famous..."

"Hey." Adele sighed.

"You said, how about I also run a salon like this?"

"If you want to invite other nobles, just post a post. Few people can match Bailu Manor and you who are famous now." Mrs. Lu De was puzzled, "The most important thing for ladies and gentlemen is time, and the most is time. Ladies would like to participate in such an event."

"No, it's not like a tea party." Adele shook her head, thinking.

"I have attended many gatherings and salons, and met many ladies and ladies. I am also very aware that I am now the most influential lady in the circle. The invitations I sent out are extremely difficult to find now. Yes, it is the dance party held, every time it is lively and lively, and everyone's response is generally very good."

"But I want more than that." She thought about it, explaining within the range that Mrs. Lude could accept.

"This is a huge resource and power. If it is only used for planning my marriage or maintaining my wife's social life, it would be a bit overkill. This kind of use is not enough... I didn't think about how to make good use of it at first. This influence, but now..."

Mrs. Lude's face was calm, as if she was calm and calm.

She always likes to comb her hair high, and she is always meticulous, and there will be no strands of hair that are disobedient.

Although she is indeed a staid middle-aged old lady to a certain extent, and has been immersed in the glory that Emperor Napoleon I brought to the French people, she is not really so rigid that it cannot be saved.

Her concern for Adele is serious and sincere, just like she served loyally in the Juradi family.

Regarding Adele's words, she has seen a lot of things in her heart. After all, she is a person who came from the turbulent era. She will not understand Adele's meaning. She just keeps silent and listens to her. The young lady finally expressed the wish hidden in her heart——

"I want to hold a more formal salon with bolder speeches, more in-depth discussions and greater influence on the participants... Such a salon is not completely limited by identity, but is based on talents and ideas. .”

"You have grown up." Mrs. Lude sighed in her voice.

The author has something to say:

Jean-Martin Charcot: Charcot (1825.11.29-1893.08.16), French neurologist, founder of modern neurology, known as the father of neurology.Born in Paris, France, died in Morvan, France due to coronary thrombosis.Although he was a scientist of the nineteenth century, his influence continued into the next century.This influence looms large in the work of some of his most famous students, including Alfred Binet, Pierre Janet, and Sigmont Freud.

(The above content is taken from Encyclopedia. One of his most amazing places is probably teaching Freud hypnotism. He is one of the three teachers who had a profound influence on Freud, and this is especially critical)

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times": the opening words of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, first published in 1859."It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of faith, it was the epoch of doubt; it was the season of light, it was darkness It is the season of hope; it is the spring of hope, it is the winter of despair; there is everything before men, and nothing before men; men are going straight to heaven, and men are going straight to hell."

ps: According to the setting and seniority in the text, Clara should be Adele’s niece, but since it has already been written as niece, let’s look at it according to niece, don’t change it x Anyway, foreigners don’t know much about this, they all is a word x