Matriarch of the Hockleys

"What?" Betty thought he was being prudish, "Am I not qualified?" She deliberately approached Carl and rubbed her chest against him.

Feeling her small movements, Carl suddenly felt sick as if he saw a fly in the bowl.

He pretended to be nonchalant and finished the rest of the dance, "I'll go first," he left without waiting for Betty to speak.

Betty, who was thrown aside, looked gloomy, and she felt that all the ladies present were laughing at her.

But remembering Carl's worth, she gritted her teeth and followed.

"Carl," Andrea put down the plate in her hand, "let's go dancing!" Carl held out his hand to her.

"Okay." Andrea passed her hand over.

"What's the matter?" Andrea quickly noticed that Karl was a little unhappy, and she asked in confusion.

"Just now I met a woman whose toad wanted to eat swan meat." His eyes changed, and he suddenly looked forward to Andrea's reaction when she knew someone coveted him.

"Toad? Swan meat?" Andrea didn't realize it for a while, "Are you going to 'trick the bees and attract the butterflies' again?"

"What' attracting bees and attracting butterflies'! It's because someone wants to rob your man." Carl couldn't help arguing.

"You are not from my family," Andrea's voice was a little unnatural.

"Yes, I am not from your family. But you are from my family, dear Andrea Hockley." Carl looked at Andrea tenderly.

Andrea didn't speak, but her heart was filled with joy.The act of her sweetheart swearing sovereignty to herself made her blush with shame.

"Don't you tell them about our relationship?" Carl wanted everyone around him to know about their relationship, not limited to family members.

"It's not necessary, we will all go back at that time." Andrea didn't really want to disclose the relationship between the two, although she also thought that her surname would be 'Hockley' in the future.

"Which lady is interested in you?" Realizing that Andrea wanted to change the subject, Carl sighed inwardly, wondering if they could successfully get engaged this year.

"It's Miss Glover,"

"You are so charming. You have won the favor of a young lady so quickly." Andrea said a little sourly.

"How could it be?" He thought inwardly, and smiled with a guilty conscience, "It's her wishful thinking, otherwise why would I tell you directly? Besides, no one in this world is as beautiful as you in my eyes."

"Oh?" Andrea put on a half-smile.

"My dear, my heart is all about you."

Carl took advantage of the change of dance steps and rubbed her forehead with his chin.

"Stay away from her in the future!" Andrea said a little unhappy, "Don't worry, I'm yours."

Andrea pursed her lips, but couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.

"Oh, Betty, why did you dance just once!?" Mrs. Foster asked anxiously, pulling her daughter.

"How do I know? He doesn't show any interest in me." Betty was also very puzzled. He didn't waver at all when a beauty like herself threw herself into his arms!Betty's face was very ugly.

"You look at him first, and when he finishes dancing with others, he will definitely see you and dance with you again." Mrs. Foster thought for a while, not knowing whether she was comforting herself or herself.

"I see," Betty said with some frustration.

"You can't give up. I just heard that Mr. Hockley is the heir of that gentleman. As long as you get on with him, you won't have to worry about life in the future." Mrs. Foster smiled and said to the side From the human point of view, it is a harmonious picture of a loving mother and daughter.

"Hiss," Betty gasped, her original thought deepening.

"Go on," Mrs. Foster pushed her, "yes."

"Is that Miss Foster?" Andrea saw Betty who had been looking this way. "She seems to be staring at us."

Hearing Andrea's words, Carl glanced around, "It's her,"

"Honey, don't you really need to declare sovereignty?"

Andrea didn't speak.

"Let's go to the study later, it's really uncomfortable to be stared at like this." Carl had to give up. "good."

When the song ended, Betty just thought about stepping forward inadvertently, when she saw the two walking towards the stairs together.Betty almost gritted her teeth, Miss Bruce!

The dance ended soon, the guests left one after another, and the vehicles at the door also drove away slowly.

"Edward, how are you getting along?" Mrs. Gregg sat in the bumpy carriage and asked impatiently.

"Not bad, we had a dance." Mr. Greg Jr. pulled his face seriously, "I expressed my affection to her, but she left after listening. I don't know what she thinks? "

"Really? Maybe it's a lady's reserve to just meet. Why don't we let them come to our house in a few days, so that Miss William will find that our family is also rich." Mrs. Gregg looked at Mr. Gregg and suggested road.

"En. When the time comes, kill that rooster and ask Jane to catch a fish in the river." Mr. Greg seemed to have made up his mind. "kindness."

"Eden, do you know Mr. Greg? He invited us to his house for dinner." Andrea asked, looking up.

"We only met once. Do you know his family?" Eden looked at the others inquiringly.

"That Mrs. Greg has come to visit." Doris subconsciously concealed the fact that she met Mr. Greg yesterday, and she didn't like that self-righteous gentleman.

"Then shall we go?" Andrea didn't know them very well, and didn't know what to do for a while.

"Go, it's okay these days anyway." Carl didn't object.

"Then I'll write back to him this afternoon."

"Eden, don't write about tomorrow." Andrea said hastily.

"Why?"

"The scenery here is not bad, shall we go for a picnic tomorrow afternoon?" Andrea's suggestion was supported by Carl and Doris.

"That's fine, remember to tell the housekeeper to get things ready." Thinking that Andrea was having a good time, he followed her idea.

"You are so kind. I'll let the kitchen prepare some food tomorrow." Andrea said happily.

"Don't worry, it's not too late to talk tomorrow." Carl looked at Andrea with love in his eyes.

In the afternoon, Carl accompanied Andrea for a walk by the river, while Doris walked around the manor alone.

Suddenly, Mr. Greg Jr. appeared in front of her. "Miss William," he handed the flowers in front of Doris' eyes, "for you."

Doris looked at the bunch of flowers, and suddenly remembered that these were the wild flowers she saw along the way?It appeared that Mr. Greg Jr. had been hanging around here beforehand.

"Sorry, I don't like flowers very much." Doris declined. In fact, she liked flowers very much, but she didn't want to accept the flowers he sent.

"Really?" Mr. Greg Jr. took the flower back, "It seems that I can only take it back and put it in a vase."

"Did Miss William receive the invitation?" Mr. Greg Jr. asked affirmatively, "You will definitely like it there. Our family also lives in the manor."

"Hearing you say that, it must be beautiful there." Doris smiled.

"Of course, we planted a lot of grapes on the edge of our estate, but this season is not ripe yet." Mr. Greg Jr. said proudly, "The quality of our grapes is the best in Givernia, every year There are vintners coming to buy."

"The grapes must taste good," Doris didn't show the shocked expression as Mr. Greg Jr. thought, and her tone was even a little cold.

But this didn't dampen Mr. Greg Jr.'s enthusiasm, "Of course. Those wine merchants always have to taste it several times. It's really hard to search. It's very good to let them eat one grape for each batch, but they still want to eat it." Eat one or two more."

"One or two is nothing?" Doris said indifferently.

"What's not counted? My grapes are worth 26 cents a pound, which is five cents more expensive than those ordinary grapes!" Mr. Greg Jr. had an expression of disbelief.

Doris suddenly wanted to end this topic quickly, she really couldn't talk to this little Mr. Greg.

"What else does your family grow besides grapes?"

"And beets, the price of sugar has been going up for the past few years!" "Oh."

"Mr. Greg, are you here for a walk?" "Well, yes."

"I still have something to do, so I have to go first." Doris was a little worried that she would put a look of disgust on her face.

"Wait a minute, Miss William." He hurriedly stopped Doris. "I like you, Miss William. Do you really not think about it? You will be sorry to miss me."

"Sorry," Doris shook her head at him, "I'm really not interested in you, Mr. Greg."

"Miss William, you," as he said, Mr. Greg Jr. actually wanted to reach out and grab Doris.

"Doris!" Eden suddenly appeared, and he stopped Little Greg from wanting to grab Doris, "Mr. Bruce."

How could he be here?Doris felt a little annoyed and embarrassed.

"You are?" Eden had followed Doris since she left the house, but he didn't dare to make a sound.When Mr. Greg Jr. gave her flowers just now, Eden wanted to go out, but retreated back thinking that he had nothing to say.

It wasn't until he saw Mr. Greg Jr. trying to pull her by force that he appeared in a hurry.

"I'm Edward Greg, and I attended your ball yesterday."

"Sorry, I'm afraid I have to interrupt. Doris, Andrea is looking for you, and she seems to be in a hurry." Eden pretended to be anxious.