[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

Downton gets busier the closer it gets to dinner.

Downstairs, Mrs. Patmore couldn't stop busy in the kitchen. She had to prepare at least six dishes with Daisy.The butler, Carson, was preparing the wine to accompany the meal, and the servants put on decent uniforms and prepared to serve the masters.

Upstairs the young ladies were getting into their evening gowns with the help of the maids.

Cynthia took a deep breath and told Gwen to tighten her corset, which was absolutely the cruelest costume in the world.Women risk their lives to make themselves look bumpy.

"Enough is enough, I can't breathe. Can't get any tighter, Gwen."

The corset in Gwen's hand has not yet received the tightest mode, "Hold on, take a deep breath."

Cynthia felt that wearing this ghost thing, she would definitely not be able to eat anything later.Wearing clothes that are painful to die for and still being personable.

Sippel, who had already changed her clothes on the other side, smiled slightly. It seemed that her sister hadn't changed at all.She put on the gloves handed by the maid, then walked behind Cynthia and held her waist, signaling Gwen to hurry up.

"You must have forgotten to pay attention to your body shape again."

Mary, sitting in front of the dressing table adjusting her long necklace, glanced at them, and Cynthia couldn't fit her corset every time she fattened herself.

Cynthia didn't answer the elder sister's ridicule, it was really difficult to breathe wearing this.

Gwen took out a light blue chiffon v-neck sleeveless evening dress from the closet, with the same color embroidery on the back.Without being too ostentatious or being robbed of the limelight by others, Cynthia put on silk gloves of the same color, and glanced at herself in the mirror indifferently.Besides her in the mirror, there was Edith with her head down.Cynthia sighed invisibly, she didn't know how to persuade her second sister.

Edith was once deeply saddened by the fact that she was neglected after socializing.Now that her sweetheart is about to get engaged, she must feel even more uncomfortable.

When they were all dressed up, Cora also knocked on the door, indicating that the dinner party was about to start, and they had to hurry down.

Cynthia walked up to Edith and took her arm, and Edith forced her to smile.Cynthia patted her arm, and said softly: "You will meet someone more suitable, Edith. Don't focus too much on your eyes."

"What do you know? You don't even know what you like. And you and I both know how rare a suitable gentleman is. More importantly, he won't take a fancy to me."

It can be seen that Edith is very pessimistic about her future. She may eventually become an old girl who cannot marry, and will have to rely on Mary and her husband to support her when she gets old.

"Be confident in yourself, you still have so many lovely places. I'm sure someone will see these."

Their conversation came to an abrupt end as they approached the reception room, and the manservant opened the door for the ladies.

The gentlemen in the drawing room were drinking sherry, a Spanish fortified wine fermented with brandy.It's perfect as an aperitif before a meal.

As soon as Cynthia entered the reception room, she was attracted by a tall figure. From her angle, she could only see the back of the man.

His black hair was all combed back, and his standing posture seemed very casual, and he turned his head to look at a man standing in the corner from time to time.There was also a short man standing beside him, and Cynthia recognized who he was only by seeing half of his face.

The man had a very distinctive beard, and if Cynthia guessed correctly, it was Dr. Watson.Then the one next to him is the legendary Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective Mr. Conan Doyle.

When Cynthia first read their story in the newspaper, she thought she had read the wrong name. After all, the story of Sherlock Holmes should have happened in the Victorian era, not the current Edwardian era.

But the reality is that Holmes was active in London in 1911, and was still the one and only consulting detective.

"Like this surprise?"

Robert stood next to Cynthia with a glass of wine in his hand.This morning he received a telegram from Harrick, saying that the famous Sherlock Holmes and his assistant in London had done him a favor and stayed at his house, and wondered if he could take them to the dinner.

Cynthia turned her head to confirm to her father, "So he is really Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yes, who else could he be."

Cynthia really liked this surprise very much, if it wasn't for this occasion, she would have wanted to give her father a hug.

It's a pity that this action is too intimate for now, just like I love you, the nobles always dislike these words being too straightforward.Hugs are also acceptable, courtesy light touch is acceptable, no more intimate.

Robert raised his glass in their direction, "You can go and have a chat with them, it is Downton's aim not to neglect guests."

"Thank you, Dad."

Cynthia walked towards the two nervously, and when she got closer to the ground, she heard that Mr. Holmes seemed to be discussing the previous case with Watson.

"Don't be silly, Watson. It was he who did the murder, and he had time to do it. If you think about it, you'll see that he still has the victim's hair in his buttons."

Oh, it seems that this Sherlock is not very gentle.

Watson first noticed Cynthia walking towards them, and he gave his friend a wink.

"Sherlock, don't discuss these things in front of a lady."

Cynthia quickly waved her hand to indicate that she was fine, "In fact, I like your article very much, Dr. Watson. Your stories are very interesting and adventurous."

She was a little surprised to say that Watson, very few ladies like to read his stories.

"May I ask which one is your favorite? Miss..."

Watson didn't know her name yet, so he paused.

"Miss Cynthia, if you are good at observing, you will find that she just came with the countess. Judging from her age, she should be the youngest daughter of the Earl of Grantham, so she is Miss Cynthia."

Standing aside, Sherlock took up Watson's words without a single pause, and Cynthia didn't show the slightest discomfort with his reasoning.

"I've heard a great name, Mr. Holmes. Yes, I am Cynthia Crawley. You can call me Cynthia instead of Miss."

Watson's attitude towards his friend is no longer hopeful, anyway, he won't give anyone face.But this is in someone else's house. Will he really not be kicked out if he is so rude?

"Of course we won't be kicked out, Watson. The reason why Earl Grantham wants us to come to the banquet is also related to the lady in front of you. Don't you understand?"

Cynthia knew that Holmes was a good detective, but she didn't know that he could see through everything and would speak out without mercy.This was a bit embarrassing, and she calmed down, trying her best to ignore Holmes.

"If I had to say my favourite, I really liked your article about the Scary Bride."

Watson also ignored Sherlock, and continued talking with Cynthia with a smile.He didn't expect that Cynthia's favorite was the Scary Bride. To be honest, it was a bit creepy for a man to experience such a thing.

The more they chatted, the more speculative they became, and they both felt like no one else was there.Sherlock next to him kept his eyes on Cynthia as they talked more and more.

"I was indeed a great reader of Dr. Watson, and I even wrote to Baker Street a few times."

Cynthia mentioned this with some embarrassment. She sent the first letter with a pilgrimage.Unexpectedly, Watson really wrote back to her, and she kept this communication state.

Watson thought for a while and asked uncertainly: "Really? I don't remember receiving your letter. Maybe there are too many names, so I didn't pay attention to it."

Just when Cynthia was about to explain, Sherlock spoke first, his gray eyes fixed on Cynthia and said a name: "William Mason."

William, who was standing in the corner with a drink, heard his name. He thought it was a guest who wanted something, so he hurried over.

Cynthia gave Sherlock a slightly surprised look, then raised her hand to stop William from coming.

"Yes, I used an alias. But how would Mr. Holmes know? I thought you wouldn't read letters."

Because the person who corresponded with you was not John Watson at all but me, and Sherlock was interested in Downton Abbey because of this "William Mason".He "accidentally" saw William's opinion on the murderer's tools when Watson replied, and then became a little interested.

Watson's ability to describe the story is really good, which can be seen from the newspaper's big sales.But some specific detective knowledge is more difficult, and it may not be as professional as William's performance.

He took that question to Sherlock, and Sherlock took over the job of answering the letter directly.To be honest, Watson was a little surprised by this result. If it was such a boring question that Sherlock would say normally, don't ask him.

As they exchanged several letters, Sherlock wanted to meet the pen pal.He came to Downton for the banquet because the address of the letter was near Downton. He didn't expect that William would surprise him far more than that. "William" was actually a nobleman and a lady.

Before Cynthia could wait for Sherlock's answer, Carson signaled the guests to take their seats.She could only put away her doubts and follow the servant to her seat.

Dinner seats are very particular, and generally the host will let the guests arrange seats on the basis of men and women.In addition, the host must also consider the background of each guest, so that everyone has a chat partner.

On both sides of Cynthia are Sherlock and Watson. It seems that this is specially arranged by Cora.She took off her gloves and put them on her lap, then covered them with a napkin.

She noticed that Mary and Patrick were sitting together, and the conversation between the two never stopped.Mary maintained her usual reserved manner, and even her smile carried a characteristic alienation.Compared to her, Patrick is much more outgoing.

I believe that no one at this table could not see that he was very happy. Edith, who was not far from them, picked up the wine glass on the table listlessly and drank slowly.

"John, I'm afraid you came to the right place tonight. Can you see the symptoms of the man leaning thirty degrees across the way?"

Watson, who was just about to pick up his wine glass, froze for a moment, and subconsciously looked across.

Cynthia also looked over immediately, "That's Viscount Villiers."

He didn't seem very comfortable, as if he couldn't even sit up straight, and almost lay on the table.You must know that this behavior is very rude, and the people next to Viscount Villiers quickly realized that he was uncomfortable.

Sipper was sitting next to him. She asked a few questions, but Villiers didn't answer as if he had lost consciousness.This drew the attention of others, and Sherlock and Watson stood up and walked over there.

"I'm a doctor, let me take a look, don't come here."

Watson approached Viscount Villiers, he reached out to check the patient's vital signs, and then his expression froze.

"he died."

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