Miss Watson of the Sherlock Holmes

"This is social season! Social season! Even if we're not in London! We can't waste half a month in a daze!"

As soon as Ursula walked out of the dormitory with another box of mints in her pocket, a girl with beautiful reddish-brown hair, who had apparently been ambushing around the corner for a long time, grabbed her sleeve and gave Ursula no room to refuse. Holding her arm, he walked towards the activity room.

"I specifically asked the captain to find the band, so we can dance happily all afternoon!"

"..." Ursula smiled and was dragged away by this thin-looking girl.

As I said before, this is not the peak season for going to Egypt, nor is it the peak year, so most of the tourists going to Egypt this season are mature social people who have business to do, and very few travel with their families and young people. , so young girls who are about the same age as Ursula can count on one hand.

In addition, she was absent from the first dinner, and Eric made too much noise, so those young girls who lost interest in watching the sea in just one day surrounded her in a hurry, Make up your mind to meet one of the protagonists of this love story.

As for Eric?

The enthusiastic version of him had already been acquainted with the young Frenchmen on the ship when Ursula disappeared, shoulder to shoulder.

So when Ursula realized that Mr. Holmes was pursuing that Miss Watson who hadn't been out much, it had become a topic of conversation for many people after dinner.

Originally because she was absent from the first dinner, she should have been a low-key existence, but now she has become a center of gossip because of the same surname as Dr. Watson, the gem discoverer, and Eric's enthusiastic promotion.

Generally speaking, as long as young girls are kind and curious about each other, they can get intimate very quickly.Guided by the curiosity brought about by gossip, Ursula got acquainted with these girls who, in her opinion, had different personalities but were generally good.

After all, in the way of raising girls above the middle class in this era, it is rare to have a bad personality.Even if you have a little temper, it is definitely not beyond etiquette.

"Is it just us girls? Isn't it a bit too much to move the crowd." Ursula quickened her pace, changing the original posture of one behind the other into walking together.

"Of course not!" said the lively Miss Anne Dana, with her pretty red hair, looking at Ursula in amazement, protesting that she should think she was expending her energy just for the girls themselves dancing.

"I have called out all the men who were playing whist in the house with their heads covered, and insisted on intrigue during the rare sea holiday." She shook her head triumphantly.

"Both?" repeated Ursula incredulously. "Did they all choose to give up the poker game to dance?"

To say that there are so few things to pass the time these days, a new book can inspire half the people of London to queue up at bookstores.Even if men hunt more and play more outdoor sports than women, there are as many men as obsessed with bridge and whist as James Bruno.It's okay that half of the people choose to dance, but it's a bit outrageous.

"There are no idlers on the boat to Egypt this season, and of course there will be no gamblers." The red-haired girl shrugged. "It's a better year to go to India or North America than to dig clods in Egypt, isn't it?"

"So the men on this ship, well, most of the men are the most sensible, the most sober, and the most individual beings. Come to think of it, Miss Watson, these people regard playing cards as intelligence. "Smart people" who play rather than pastime crowd a table."

"So I opened the door and asked them if they wanted to come dance and move around." She gave Ursula a mischievous wink. "They all happily agreed."

Ursula understood.

"Your appearance at that moment was really like an angel descending." Ursula smiled. "But if there are so many men, the number of girls is not enough."

"So, I encouraged those ladies to come over too." Miss Dana, who had full social skills, said proudly. "Then I came here to catch you. Speaking of which, I can find you here, or your poor Mr. Suitor who strayed into the chess and card room with such a scary hunting ground atmosphere told me..."

"Wait a minute? You mean Ai...cough, what does this have to do with Mr. Holmes." Eric, who hadn't sounded for a long time on Ursula's side, pulled up the siren again.

"Of course because I want to dance with you!" The door of the activity room was opened, and the black-haired, silver-eyed youth who should have been in the cool tone range in Ursula's heart smiled extraordinarily brightly.

"How many assists did you hire when I didn't know!" Ursula looked helplessly at Dana who ran in with a laugh as she saw that the door was opened by Eric and threw her down. The lady's back.

"I thought the so-called meeting at dinner meant that I would not see you at other times today." She pointed.

"Then you have misunderstood, Darling." Little Holmes' voice was full of joy. "I mean, while booking dinner, spend other time with you."

Ursula glared at the guy who had said he was going to look around but changed his plans, tugged on the cape, and the little tin candy box she was holding reminded her of something.

Compared with Eric, she met the servant played by Mr. Holmes first. Thinking of this, Ursula immediately calmed down.

"You must have other things to do," said Ursula.

"Maybe, but dancing with you is the most important thing for me now." Eric answered the wrong question. Of course, this wrong answer was only for Ursula. In the eyes of others, this is undoubtedly an extremely appropriate love sentence.

For example, the man who just passed by gave Eric a look of admiration between men.

"Don't frown! Darling!" Little Holmes helped Ursula hold the door and gestured for her to enter.

"You see everyone gathered together, chatting, dancing and lively, isn't it good?"

"Everyone?"

"Almost all first-class passengers." He followed Ursula a step unhurriedly into the large activity room.

"Once she has a direction to work towards, Miss Dana will be a very active girl."

"..." Well, that's right, it was definitely him who led it. Maybe at the beginning, the little girl just wanted some young people to have fun, but she didn't want to make such a big show.

"Don't look at me like that," Eric said. "I swear I just reminded her that there's a band on board when she's blowing her mind and saying she misses the London dance."

"Mr. Duran was the one who made this happen." He took Ursula to a corner and sat down, whispering with a smile. "And that Mr. Richard Katzman, he also made a lot of suggestions."

"For example, tomorrow night, they may move to the deck to continue the dance. To be honest, I didn't see that serious Mr. Katzman is actually a guy who loves to dance. He expressed very positively that it is rare to get to the sea, We don't have to stay in the room, we should have a deck dance." Eric looked over Ursula's shoulder to the gentleman who took the initiative to participate in the dance organization, and he is now with an older lady He waltzes to the music and is a skilled dancer.

"Even so, you and I won't get any interesting news sitting here." Ursula still looked unreasonable.

"No, after you and I have skipped two shows, you can have other social activities with peace of mind." He quickly turned his gaze back to other people on the dance floor, and said in a relaxed tone.

That's what it said, but Eric used the excuse of sitting with her, a well-known courteous person, not only to miss the first dance song, but also the second one in the whisper after he approached up.

Ursula doesn't mind being used by Mr. Detective as a shield to observe everyone in a fair manner. He wants to create an atmosphere where the two of them are chatting and careless. But the premise is that what he recites in a low voice is not some Shakespeare sonnet. poetry.

Still a great read.

"Ah, I will never let my two true hearts be hindered..."

"Have you seen Pride and Prejudice?" Ursula cut Eric decisively as he started a new beginning.

"I've had the honor to read it recently." Little Holmes kept smiling, looking away from the blond young man who was laughing because the dance steps were too fast on the dance floor.

Yes, of course you read it, and took it from her shelf, Ursula thought deadpan, before asking this

"Then you must know that there is a sentence in it that contains the truth of the world."

"Every bachelor wants a wife?"

"It is love that dies with a sonnet."

"Oh! Darling, I..." Young Mr. Holmes tried to explain in a very awkward way.

Ursula watched him show pain, loss, and renewed confidence in just a few seconds.Finally, he spoke in a slightly apprehensive tone: "If none of these things make you happy, can you teach me how to please you? I will be a good student!"

"Hey! Ursula, come dance!"

The one who was still laughing on the dance floor just now, Ursula basically confirmed that it was "Auguste Dupin", who was disguised as a man, suddenly appeared.

"The music is so good! It would be a waste to sit here and chat."

August, who appeared to be underage, naturally squeezed between the two of them.

"This is?" Eric pursed his lips, his face showed some grievances after a child was robbed of his favorite toy.

Ursula couldn't help applauding the performance of the two.

"Auguste Durpin, a boy I just met, and we hit it off very well." Ursula emphasized the last sentence.

"Mr. Holmes, don't mind if I take my good friend to the dance. Since you have missed two games, are you not in a good state today? I saw that you have been missing good cards and timing when you were playing cards just now." ,Hahaha."

"Life is short and there are not so many opportunities that we keep missing."

August, who looked at least three or four years younger than them, laughed and said.

It hurts, kid.

Seeing Eric, who was keen on pretending to be clumsy, had no choice but to blush desperately, and Ursula couldn't help but chuckle.

"Ah, if Miss Ursula is willing, of course I don't mind, but can you dance with me next dance?" Little Holmes asked pitifully, drooping his brows and eyes.

"Okay!" Ursula stood up immediately, and under the resentful eyes of the other party, she happily ran to the dance floor hand in hand with the children.

This is the disadvantage of the silly white sweet person. As a good-tempered idiot, he can only blush and feel ashamed in the face of ridicule, instead of responding.Ursula gloated at this without the slightest sense of companionship.

"I heard he's been bugging you since he got on the boat?" August was a little shorter than Ursula, but since he was really good at dancing, the difference in height didn't affect the fun at all.

Having a good leading dance partner will let you not worry about how to put your feet at all, he will let you turn to the center position very smoothly and enjoy the atmosphere of the dance.

But at the same time, what you have to give up is your own desire to control.That's why Ursula didn't like to participate in the present kind of dance that mainly consisted of waltzes. She couldn't help herself from taking the first step to compete with her dance partner for the dominance.

Her dance teacher once severely criticized her overly aggressive behavior.

"You've got to give the gentlemen their chances," said the sweet old lady, who was holding down Ursula, who was again carelessly spinning her around.

"But I can't control myself." Ursula, who was praised for her quick dance steps at first, felt guilty.

"Probably because there is not much difference in size between us. I will talk to your father another day and ask him to take you, or find a young man to help." Because of his weak strength, he obviously danced in the male step, but he was always beaten by Ursu Miss Howard, who was taken away halfway, said helplessly.

However, Mr. Watson, who went out every day, didn't have time to pay attention to the dance education of this daughter. In the end, one of his students kindly sponsored a few classes.

Ursula, who could barely control her impulse now, was brought back to reality from memory by the boy's very unkind words to Eric.

"It's very interesting that you use words. All the other people told me was that he was 'pursuing' me." She laughed.

"Ha." August let out a disdainful laugh.

"Is my performance so indifferent?" Ursula suddenly felt a little guilty. As a person who took the initiative to take advantage of the other party the night before, she took a peek at the little Sherlock Holmes who was still pretending to be poor in the corner from the corner of her eye. Reviewed it a little bit.

"Huh? It seems that I misunderstood?" August looked at Ursula with a subtle expression in surprise.

"You don't find his actions annoying?"

"Uh, it's more likely that it's funny." Ursula thought about it and told the truth selectively. After all, this "Duban" boy ran over to interrupt "Save Her" from him, and even mocked Bobby. From the behavior of Holmes, who is several years older than him, it seems that if she shows disgust, Eric may be beaten by the other party.

It's still a bit pitiful, Ursula thought with what little conscience she had, and it might cause some unnecessary troubles, even though traveling to a foreign country is a good opportunity for most people to choose to let go, but this boat is going In the same place, if this little "Mr." was not taken away by the police after getting off the ship because he was involved in any criminal case.It was embarrassing after that.

"So you want to develop with him?" He thought thoughtfully.

"Maybe." Ursula shrugged.

"I'm not a girl, though," August says, with a deliberately grown-up air, which looks flattering with his unsprayed, shaggy, dance-moving hair.

"But I also know that if you don't show the same enthusiasm, you may let happiness slip away. Especially for this kind of idiot who is like a child, love comes very quickly, and enthusiasm is extremely burning... Cough, A kind and lively young gentleman."

"If you decide to hold him, it's not a good idea to be cold and laissez-faire."

"That argument sounds familiar." Ursula blinked her eyes. "You just heard us discuss Pride and Prejudice? I suspect you're implicating me."

"No, I'm making it clear." August shook his golden hair: "Make a decision, Miss, if you get him or completely ignore him, it feels like it's still a few weeks before we reach our destination and go our separate ways, but For a long life, this is just a short encounter."

"Do you like him?" asked Ursula in surprise. "Maybe he can't make decisions for his own marriage by actively encouraging me like this."

"And Mr. Holmes is said to be still at school, and has no real independence," Ursula said deliberately.

"That's why I dare to encourage you boldly. As long as you don't write letters or leave photos, even if he is not firm enough, it is just an Egyptian adventure for you."

"Letters? Photographs?" Ursula laughed. "You are no longer in the category of a child giving advice to a big sister. You have considered too far."

"But for a friend, I say no amount of distance is too much." He nodded seriously.

"These are valuable experiences, please remember them well."

"Whose experience?" Ursula asked tentatively.

"Detective novels and newspapers."

"Ok?"

"Isn't it a common thing? A girl was threatened because of a few letters she wrote when she was young and ignorant before she was going to marry the real man." August said in a naive tone.

"..." is indeed an old-fashioned plot, and this is what Ursula has been complaining about. Men and women in this era can clearly dance hand in hand, but they will call the letters with extremely subtle words and the group photos with well-dressed clothes " scandal.

"Then you can rest assured as much as possible, and I will take him seriously," said Ursula.

"Because from today on, he will write love letters to me every day."

"And you won't come back?"

"Of course." Ursula said resolutely. She already had Mr. Sherlock Holmes on her side for exchanging information, and she wanted a little Mr. Holmes.

The boy smiled with satisfaction.

Eric, who was sitting by the dance floor and seemed to be watching the dance seriously, moved his ears and narrowed his eyes.

"What's the matter with you?" The French youth stopped dancing after the last dance, seeing his friend sitting alone, he couldn't help strolling over. "Didn't you just sit with Miss Watson?"

"She went dancing with a kid," Eric said.

"Huh?" Paul Duran followed his gaze and saw a little golden retriever dancing happily.

Young Holmes turned his attention to his face the moment the other looked at the dance floor.

However, the other party just shook his head resentfully, and showed some doubtful expression after seeing the boy with the same hair color as him.

"I can't help but suspect now that the person who passionately declared to me that day that he would propose to Miss Watson successfully was your twin brother." Paul Duran said. "It's going to cut people off."

"Do you have a reservation for the next dance?" he asked.

"It's booked. She said yes."

"That's okay." Paul Duran had a worried expression on his face. Since the owner ran away last time, and he was forced to listen to the blackened Doctor Watson's speech, "There is no result for the two of you, and you will break up when you get off the boat." "'s remarks, he really started to care.

A tortuous love for his new friend.

"Since there is still time for the song, let's take the opportunity to talk about some practical issues. Holmes." He sat down and sighed first.

"What if Miss Watson didn't fall in love with you until she disembarked? What if Miss Watson fell in love with you, but finally compromised with her fiancé? What if Miss Watson..."

Young Holmes interrupted him at once.

"I'll always find a way."

The French youth was frightened by the opponent's sudden tough tone.

"any solution?"

"I don't know, but I will definitely do something." Eric's tone was a little crazy.

"You can't!" Paul Duran horrified. "Calm down, I'll watch you, we can't do anything illegal."

He racked his brains and began to talk to the young man who suddenly had a tendency to blacken, trying to make him correct his mind and know that there are laws in this world.

"But isn't it all written like this in the novel? Duel, assassination, elopement and love." Eric looked up at his friend, the silver-gray eyes that were originally clear, but now they are like a deep pool.

The French youth shook his head.

"If it turns out to be good, then I can try it too."

"The point is where the result is good." Paul Duran complained. For some reason, he suddenly felt that his brain was particularly clear.

He clearly heard his own voice speaking.

"You can't cross the line."

"But the law can't give me the result I want." Eric Holmes' voice came from afar.

"That's not okay, we can't get blood on our hands because of hatred."

"Then, how do you vent the hatred you think?"

"of course……"

"Mr. Holmes?" August and Ursula approached. "What are you talking about? What blood?"

Paul Duran suddenly realized that the dance music had stopped at some point.

"We, we were just talking about novels, detective novels." He quickly covered up.

"Mr. Holmes, please, it's time for the next dance." August glanced at the French youth who Ursula had an ambiguous relationship with him, turned his head with a lack of interest, and looked at Eric Said.

"Okay." Eric stood up a little helplessly. "May I?"

"..." Ursula looked at it, and Mr. Duran, who was obviously a little dizzy, raised his eyebrows and handed him his hand.

Little Holmes caught it with a flattered look.

However, the appearance of harmony that pleased Paul Duran did not last long. The moment the band played the waltz again and the two of them slipped onto the dance floor, Ursula suppressed her voice and couldn't wait to speak, but what she said , not even sweet talk.

"You cheated, Mr. Detective."