[Sense and Sensibility] Fascinated by you

Hathaway didn't expect that she would have so many things to deal with when she arrived in London. Of course, the first thing she had to deal with was to arrange for someone to take Winnis home.

In fact, even if she didn't mention going to the city, Winnis would have proposed to go home. She had been out for too long this time. Mrs. Borg had written many letters urging her to go back, but she kept procrastinating. Action, seeing that the holiday is coming soon, she has to go too.

This trip to Barton was not a pleasant trip for her. She begged Mrs. Borg to give her a chance to pursue love, but she did not reap sweet fruits.Even so, she doesn't resent Andrew, he is a gentleman, neither gave her unrealistic hopes, nor did any misleading behavior, from beginning to end he only took care of her as his sister's friend , She herself was not good enough to attract his attention, and she only felt regretful about it.If there is any harvest in the past few months, then I am afraid that Hathaway is the only one who said that she has got rid of baby fat.

Although Andrew stayed to help Hathaway handle some internal affairs of the Butler family, Hathaway still asked him to send Winnis home. She thought she should at least win this for her good friend, and do If you can't be a husband and wife, at least you can be friends again.

Hathaway learned from the housekeeper that there was no news from Philip in the past month, and the letters sent to Manchester were all lost. In other words, they had lost contact with him. She didn't know what this meant. She didn't dare to think about it, but it was indeed bad news.

On the third day after Andrew and Winnis left, Hathaway regretted it, because there were too many documents to be processed in Philip's study, and those internal affairs of the manor had long been given to Mrs. Butler, regardless of what she dealt with. Anyway, at least she can still do it (and Mr. Philip will take care of it when he is there).However, there are some external affairs documents that can only be piled up in the study until the master returns. Hathaway picked out some that she still understands and replied first, and the rest depends on whether there is any news about Philip in the near future.

In the past few days, Colonel Brandon also went out early and returned late to inquire about news for Hathaway. Naturally, he knew more friends than Hathaway, and he was much more capable than her in doing this, but according to his own words, in fact Andrew should be allowed to do this. He knows people from all walks of life. Hathaway sent him away too quickly.

Within two days the Colonel found out that there was a militia regiment stationed at Bolton, near Manchester, and the commander of the regiment happened to be his old friend Colonel Eric Morrison, which saved him a lot of trouble, and now There are a lot of gossip about Manchester in London, but no one is sure if it is true. He doesn't want to spread those frightening news to Hathaway's ears, it will definitely scare people her.

Finally, he wrote a letter to Colonel Morrison, asking him to inquire about the current situation in Manchester, and believed that he would give him an accurate news.

In fact, Hathaway has heard a lot of gossip in recent days. She didn't even have to step out of Butler's house to hear several versions from her servants. The most common one is that workers went on strike, and the more radical ones are worker riots. , the most outrageous one is that Manchester has now been burned in a fire, in short, there is no good news.

It has to be said that the industrial revolution made Manchester develop completely. Its cotton textile output accounts for a quarter of the entire British cotton textile industry; it is also a trading center for raw cotton and cotton yarn.According to Philip, there are now no less than 50 cotton textile factories there, and few of them are local owners, and most of them are managed by agents.And everyone in London who has property in Manchester knows it well, but there are not many people like Philip who are so rich that they can set up their own factories and find agents to take care of them.For those who don't have enough property, several companies will jointly open a factory with money. The risks in this are self-evident, but in order to make more money, what is this risk?

It is not difficult to understand why there are so many news about Manchester in London at this season, which is related to the vital interests of many people.

In the past few days, Hathaway has been handling family affairs on behalf of Philip in the study. Although she didn't say anything, the worry in her heart was getting deeper and deeper. She didn't take those rumors completely seriously, but she also knew that there would be no groundless rumors.

For a few days, Colonel Brandon could finally go back to the Butler House to have lunch with Hathaway, and at Butler’s house he would never have to worry about the meals being too ordinary. Colonel Brandon had to say that he adapted very well, and You have to get used to it well.There must be some Hathaway's own innovations, but she could eat more when she first came back, but now because of her bad mood, she eats less and less.

The two sat at a small round table and had lunch. Colonel Brandon noticed that Hathaway was much haggard, and her rosy face turned pale.

Hathaway only ate half of the staple food on the plate before putting down the tableware. She ate a little more vegetable salad, but in the colonel's opinion, those vegetables couldn't provide her with much energy.He looked back at Abby who was standing aside, and waved her to go out first.

Colonel Brandon moved Hathaway's plate over, cut the steak into small pieces, and said, "Don't you want to know why I came back so early today?"

Hathaway cooperated listlessly and asked, "Oh, then why did you come back so early today?"

Colonel Brandon was amused by her, what a smart and intelligent girl she is usually, she seems to have forgotten her brain now, "I didn't hear any more ridiculous rumors today." He forked a piece of beef and handed it over When it reached Hathaway's mouth, she pouted and frowned and ate it.

"Come back early because it's not funny enough?" Hathaway answered unladylike while chewing on the beef.

Colonel Brandon smiled and watched her finish eating, and handed over another piece. He had already discovered that his little fiancée was very picky about eating. If she didn't want to eat, no one could force her to eat. Swallowing it down, she can only force her to eat something like coaxing a child. Now it seems that Colonel Brandon is very proficient in this skill. "Of course not. There is a militia regiment stationed in Bolton, near Manchester. The commander is an old comrade of mine. We served together in the East India." The colonel didn't finish his sentence once, and he continued to feed Hathaway. .

Hathaway finally came back to her senses, her eyes sparkled and her back straightened, "Oh! Then can I ask him for some news?" She pushed away the beef that the colonel handed over again, but found The other party was very stubborn and insisted that she eat it, and she quickly compromised.

Colonel Brandon nodded in satisfaction, "I have already written to him," and stuffed the last piece of steak into Hathaway's mouth, "Please let me know, don't worry, Philip will be fine."

Now Hathaway was also satisfied. She touched her swollen stomach and yawned. She hesitated for a while and decided to go to the study to deal with the backlog of documents.

Not wanting to be pulled from behind, Colonel Brandon looked at her sternly, "Are you going to take a nap now?"

"No, there are still a lot of documents to be processed in the study." Hathaway said naturally.

The colonel frowned, "Those documents have been stored for so long anyway, it won't matter if you don't deal with them. What time did you go to bed last night?"

Hathaway blinked: "About, um, 11 o'clock?"

"And what about the day before yesterday?" The Colonel's brows became more and more wrinkled.

"It was about that time, and I couldn't sleep recently, so..." Hathaway lowered her head in embarrassment.

Colonel Brandon took Hathaway back to the room without saying a word, pushed her to bed, and forced her to lie down and take a nap before she misunderstood.He found a copy of Shakespeare's sonnets from her dressing table, which is of course a must-have in a lady's room, but he raised an eyebrow at Hathaway with this book.

Hathaway blushed when she remembered something, and she turned her green eyes that looked charming and charming, "Wenice forgot to take it away..."

Colonel Brandon nodded and dragged a chair beside her bed. He propped one arm on the bed and held a collection of poems in one hand, "Go to sleep, I'll read poems to you." Added: "Of course, it will certainly not be more beautiful than Mr. Wallace. But at least it will make the listener more sleepy." He laughed at himself.

Hathaway moved her pillows to the side of the bed, trying to get as close to the colonel as possible.It was already very cold in London in November, and the house was very warm with a fireplace. The afternoon sun shone lazily on Colonel Brandon's body through the thin mist, softening the hard lines on his face.

Colonel Brandon's poems are by no means impassioned, his voice is like velvet, low and magnetic, and the curly coda full of personal charm fascinates Hathaway deeply, she thinks Colonel Brandon's voice is like his He is deep and low-key, but only those who have it will see those magnificence, and only those who get it can clearly see his beauty.

It was rare for her to feel a kind of peace and happiness at such an unstable time.Yes, she was happy to have Colonel Brandon by her side.

"Mymistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,

Coralis farmer red, than her lips red,

Ifsnowbewhite, whythenherbreastsaredun:

If hairs bewires, blackwires grow on her head:

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such rosessee Iinhercheeks,

Andinsomeperfumesistheremoredelight,

Than in the breath that from my misstress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,

Thatmusichathafarmorepleasingsound:

IgrantIneversawagoddessgo,

Mymistress when she walks on the ground.

Abyheaven I think my love as rare,

As any she believed with false pare."

Colonel Brandon gently pressed a kiss on Hathaway's forehead, "Honey, sweet dream."

The author has something to say: My mistress' eyes are not like the sun at all;

Coral is much redder than her lips:

If the snow is white, her chest will be dark brown,

Her hair is like wire, and the wire is whirling around her head.

I have seen red and white roses, like veils;

No such roses were found on her cheeks;

There are many fragrances very attractive,

My mistress's breath has no such fragrance.

I love to hear her talk, but I know

Music is sweeter than her voice;

I confess that I have never seen a goddess walk,

My mistress keeps her feet on the ground when she walks:

But, I swear to God, my love

Better than any beauty who is praised as a fairy.

Chinese translation.A sonnet read by Professor Snape.

After thinking about it, I decided to post the original English version.

If you are interested, please go to Baidu to search, I will not play the audio (the author really can't!)