[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

Cynthia promised Gwen to accompany her to London, but Downton Abbey had more and more guests coming and going as New Year's Eve approached.

This matter was delayed until after New Year's Eve, and Cynthia had already found out where she could sign up for correspondence courses.After arriving in London, the two went straight to their destination and took care of the matter first. It was very convenient to sign up for the course.

It was only noon when Gwen was happily touching the typewriter that had cost her almost all her money.Cynthia just tried to pick up the typewriter with great strength, but it didn't move at all.

"The weight of this is not light, are you sure you can carry it back to the room by yourself?"

The place where Gwen stays most often is Downton Abbey, and it is not convenient for her to practice with the typewriter in other places.

She had no other choice, "I will buy a box later, put it in, and I will definitely be able to carry it."

Cynthia still felt a little unrealistic, and it might be difficult to carry it through the door of Downton.

"After getting out of the car, ask William to help you move to the door of the dormitory. If he asks, just say that I bought something and put it with you for safekeeping."

William usually doesn't ask too many questions, he is a model of quiet work.Gwen knew that Miss Cynthia was worried that if others found out about the typewriter, she would be accused, so she simply took the responsibility on herself.

This is a good solution, after all, it is not the first time Cynthia has gone out of her way, and buying a typewriter is nothing.But Gwen spent so much money today, but she didn't feel empty. Instead, she felt that she had taken the first step, and it was okay to admit her ambition.

"No, I can't let you be criticized by them, miss. If I am found out, I will say that I don't want to be a maid. There is nothing shameful. Maybe they don't agree with it, but they can't stop my idea."

Cynthia made a reservation for a restaurant yesterday, where she will settle her lunch and return to Downton in the afternoon.Even if Gwen got a lot closer to her because of this incident, as a maid, she couldn't sit at the same table with Cynthia for dinner.

Gwen, who was helping Cynthia with her hat and coat, watched her take a seat with the reception staff, and she became more determined.There is nothing wrong with being a maid, but her life can only revolve around the master, and she can never enter this kind of restaurant as a guest.

Cynthia was also very content with her lunch alone.She listened to the waiter next to her introduce today's menu, and said something she should not eat, and finally refused the waiter's suggestion to open a bottle of wine.

Even if the alcohol concentration is not high, Cynthia does not have the habit of drinking every meal.The dinner party is restricted by rules and regulations, and it must be paired with the appropriate wine to comply with etiquette.Alcohol was not a necessity for Cynthia when she was alone.

Cynthia likes the bantam eggs made by the chef of this shop very much. The runny eggs are served with lightly toasted thin Italian ham.It is also sprinkled with side dishes such as chestnuts and small bread slices.

The knife in her hand cut open the egg, and Cynthia found that there were a lot of small mushrooms hidden under the egg.Served with the fragrant black truffle oil next to it, Cynthia almost squinted her eyes in satisfaction after taking two mouthfuls.

Her appearance completely fell into the eyes of the people at the table not far away, and Sherlock slightly curled the corner of his mouth, then got up and said a few words to the people at the same table.He left temporarily and walked towards the opposite side.

A shadow on the right hand side covered the white tablecloth. At first, Cynthia thought it was the waiter serving the food and didn't pay much attention.After a while, no plate was put down, and Cynthia looked up.

"one person?"

Sherlock's voice coincided with Cynthia's gaze, and Cynthia, who hadn't seen him for a long time, immediately laughed.The smile was different from the delicious and satisfying meal just now, this time with surprise and a little shyness.

shy?Do not make jokes.Sherlock had never seen Cynthia smile shyly since the first time they met, and this time she was only shy when she was caught.

"Yes, alone. I came to London on some errands and went back after dinner. You came with friends?"

Since she made up her mind, Cynthia was not willing to call Sherlock Mr. Holmes anymore.That title was a bit rusty, and calling Sherlock directly was a bit intimate.It is true that Cynthia has a bold personality, but she is still slowly groping for love without any experience.

"Not a friend," Sherlock quickly glanced at his seat, showing a standard smirk perfunctory.

"It should be the enemy."

Cynthia followed his gaze and found the seat diagonally opposite.Well, got the same standard smirk from the other side.

She seemed to have figured out who that person was. She was not a friend but an enemy, but she was able to eat at the same table, and she had a similar smirk.That should be Sherlock's brother, Mycroft Holmes, but Sherlock didn't introduce it, and Cynthia absolutely couldn't show her guess.

"It seems that your emotional situation has improved a lot, and you can eat with the enemy calmly."

Sherlock pouted noncommittally, he couldn't stand in the aisle for a long time, and the waiter served the dishes to and from the guests.If he stayed for a while, the waiter would probably come up to remind him.

He had good timing and returned to his seat before the waiter came up.And Cynthia's staple food was brought up just in time.

Cynthia began to enjoy her slow-cooked beef short ribs, and her mood was even more cheerful.What could be happier than meeting someone you have a crush on and talking to you?She didn't have much interaction with Sherlock, and since the last kidnapping, Cora was even more worried that she would come to London often.

The school days were also busy with various studies and club affairs, and there was not much time to go out on weekends, not to mention that Cynthia felt that she had no reason to go to Sherlock.

Fall in love with a detective with a peculiar personality who is also a love insulator.How to show her presence quietly is a difficult task. She can't confess directly, at least not before Sherlock finds out.

After all, there are many reasons for rejecting a person, and Sherlock can block her to death by saying that he has no intention of getting married.

Coming earlier than Cynthia, Mycroft, who was already enjoying dessert, felt the plum tart in his mouth.It's rare that it's not so sweet and greasy, but it's very moderate. I'm eating the fruit sorbet next to it.

Mycroft felt that there was nothing wrong with his younger brother's sudden departure.Anyway, he can't appreciate desserts, he wants to maintain his detective figure, he understands.

Before McCoff had a long time to think about it, Sherlock's sarcasm arrived: "Need I remind you that you are not here to enjoy but you have documents for me?"

McCoff put down the knife and fork in his hand, picked up the napkin next to him and wiped his lips stained with cinnamon powder.

"Sherlock, did you speak to Miss Crawley in this tone just now? Then her eyes are still bright because she is angry."

Mycroft's observation ability is not weaker than Sherlock's, and the bystanders are clear. He has already seen the lady's attitude towards Sherlock.It's just that she didn't say it because of women's reserve.

The people around talked a lot, but Sherlock automatically filtered their jokes and didn't take them to heart.He was more concerned about the Mycroft case, which was the price of the last loan of the ship.

No matter how boring the case Mycroft presented, Sherlock had to accept it.Boring was just Sherlock's opinion, and the cases that could be sent to Mycroft were not about petty theft.

Mycroft signaled to the waiter that the dessert below will be served later, so don't disturb them for the time being.The well-trained waiters quickly understood and offered to give them enough space.

"I'm not the client this time, I'm just the person responsible for contacting you. I hope you get back a letter from someone."

Sherlock sneered: "I think the people under you must be more familiar with such things as searching."

Mycroft looked sour when he cut it off, "If it was that easy would I let you out? We've tried five times, searched the house twice, changed her suitcase when she was traveling ...and almost stopped her for a body search!"

That woman is extremely smart, and her previous behavior has already alarmed the snake.I'm afraid that the letter is now so tightly hidden that it is difficult for even trained people to find it, that's why he came to Sherlock.

"Her? A woman, you are really embarrassing the British Empire by playing tricks on you guys from the government. It seems that those feminists are really going to capture 10 Downing Street."

Mycroft glared angrily at his younger brother, who didn't have a good word to say: "Tell me these things after you get the letter!"

Sherlock shrugged indifferently, "Tell me about the content of the letter, who wrote it, and whether there is his handwriting."

"This is my point. You must be careful not to let those newspapers know about this matter. The letter involves two princes. The person who wrote the letter is Crown Prince Edward. The content of the letter involves the youngest prince John of the royal family..."

There is an idiom in British English called "Askeletoninthecupboard", the literal translation is the skeleton in the cupboard.

It means that every family has some unknown "family ugliness". The British royal family in the early 20th century also had a skeleton in a cupboard, that is Prince John, the youngest son of King George V and Queen Mary.

Prince John is their sixth child. He was born in 1905. He was also a lively, lovely and cheerful child a few years ago.It's a pity that when he was four years old, he was diagnosed with epilepsy and autism, and it got worse and he often screamed and smashed uncontrollably.

Sherlock searched this matter from his brain palace, "Well, let me guess what the crown prince wrote in the letter, Prince George is about to enter primary school and start boarding life, Prince John will definitely not be able to go because of health reasons, the newspapers thought the prince It's just that my learning ability is low, I didn't expect it to be due to physical reasons... What a royal scandal."

"So who did he send the letter to? Girlfriend?"

Mycroft thought of the difficult woman: "Irene Adler."

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