Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

"Did you hear that the Hockleys took his new lover on board?"

"God knows his fiancée is still on this boat!"

"I really don't understand what I'm thinking, my fiancée is much more beautiful than that little lover, and her ancestors are noble..."

"Maybe it's because I'm used to being intoxicated by the smell, so I want to try clear soup with little water..."

"Heh, this kind of thing that doesn't make it to the stage dares to openly bring it in front of everyone. Should it be Hockley?"

"Who made them rich? I heard that the Hockley family invested in this ship—"

In the restaurant of the Titanic, during the leisurely afternoon tea time, several dignified women wearing top hats sit around a round table, tasting freshly baked desserts in an elegant manner, while talking softly and whispering about how soon The "interesting incident" that just happened on this ship, almost everyone showed a look of contempt and disdain, because at the same time they despised a "third-class person" for climbing power and wealth, and cherished each other, and quickly shared it with everyone. All the details from hearsay, I am afraid that there may be some omissions.

Among the five or six ladies present, there was only one person who did not agree. She was about 40 years old, with a short and fat body, and had a loud and clear voice, which could be heard ten miles away. Talking to those light-bodied people seemed to be dying. Unlike the similar women, she appeared much "rougher".She is Molly Brown, a newly promoted lady who just "squeezed" into the upper class recently. She is the wife of a gold mining nouveau riche. Although she was in a narrow social circle, she was called "Molly Turkey Brown" behind her back, which seemed to exclude and look down on her.

They like to deliberately ask Molly Brown her opinion when they are talking about others after dinner, with a look of watching the show. As long as her words touch the sensitive nerves of these ladies, they will definitely suffer from people from all over the world. The five women covered their mouths with fans and giggled, just like now——

"What about you, Mrs. Brown...?" An elderly woman who had a certain status among the group of people listened to the soothing music of the violin in her ear, half-supported her chin with her fingers, and said gracefully and lazily He asked, "Do you think it's normal for a rich man like Karl to have one or two 'third-class' lovers?"

Molly Brown sat alone at the side of the table. Facing everyone's mocking eyes, she put down her teacup and showed a warm and friendly smile as if she didn't notice it. "This is very interesting. I haven't heard of that young man actually With a young lover? Who did you hear it from? Cal Hockley himself, his fiancée, or Ruth's mother? Did they tell you the news themselves?"

"You—" the old woman froze, so angry that she couldn't drink a sip of tea, but she couldn't find anything to refute, so she squeezed the armrest tightly and snorted softly, "Everyone saw that, last night, you were dressed alone. Raggedy young girls coming to Cal Hockley and tangling with him at the door, saying 'what I say is true, what I mean to you is true' kind of irritating What a shame—what good girl would do such a thing to shame the family? Not to mention that he locked her in his room—”

The old woman blew on the tea foam, calmed down, and said slowly, "I can't think of anyone else who can be so shameless, except for a low-born lover who loves vanity. To have the courage to show up in front of everyone and bring something like this to the table—”

In their eyes, it is normal for a man with power and money to have one or two lovers. Most of them have long been used to and accepted this fact. Come to the stage, don't appear in public, don't destroy the family's superficial peace, keep their dignity and status as a wife, who cares what she looks like, is she as graceful as she was when she was young? — are just insignificant people and things.

Even the one in my family is almost [-] years old, isn't there always one or two people around?After so many years, she no longer cared about it. Marriage is a matter between two families. Love?Love is just icing on the cake, an unnecessary factor that will be considered at the end after all the suitable conditions have been considered.

In her opinion, Cal Hockley's bickering with his lover in public is something only immature children would do. A scandal that damages the family's reputation will become a topic of chatting after dinner.Not to mention that his fiancee certificate is nearby!God knows what a humiliation it is to an unmarried woman!

Thinking of this, the old woman suddenly became angry again. She quickly took the feather fan and fanned herself. Just when she felt better, she suddenly remembered something, turned her head, and looked at a woman in the corner wearing black lace. Hat, the young woman who has been silent and drinking tea quietly, squinted her eyes, and slowly opened her mouth as if inadvertently——

"Then what about you, Miss Jane Doe from France, I heard that your ancestors were once protected as nobles, and as a master, this kind of thing must be very common in your opinion, isn't it?"

Seeing the flames of war shifting, everyone excitedly looked at the old lady's new target, whispering among each other.Molly Brown, who looked unclear, raised her eyebrows, and turned to look at the extremely low-key and quiet daughter of the perfume family——

The lace hat covered most of her face, and only her chin was exposed. The woman paused and slowly raised her head.

She's young, there's no question about that.But in his early twenties, with deep brows, a pair of rare silver-gray eyes, quiet and transparent.There is almost no sense of presence when she is not talking, and it is difficult for people to notice her breath.The strange thing is that every time I see her face, I will clearly feel that the other party should be beautiful, but I can't recall her facial features clearly in the blink of an eye. Shadows seem to exist in reality, but they are silent.

It's hard to describe exactly how this woman made me feel - but she was rich, her family famous, and unmarried.These three points alone make the name "Jane Doy" attractive enough in the social circle, and it just so happens that many of the noble ladies present have one or two adult children and grandchildren who have not yet entered into a marriage contract. Favor the strong alliance of the family, and things couldn't be more perfect.

However, given that this young woman from France has always been low-key and rarely appears in public in person, it is all the more mysterious.It was also by chance that they heard that Jane Doe also bought a ticket for the Titanic, and the suite was not far from them, so those with other purposes came to the restaurant early every day to wait for chance encounters, and finally they caught them this time Miss Doe, the successor of the rumored perfume family.

They wanted to see how this down-and-out aristocrat, who had never commented on anyone, would answer her question with ulterior motives, and this would determine whether their son or grandson's family status would be high or low in the future.

Facing the unexplained stares of the crowd, Jane Doy slowly lifted the lid of the tea, and the faint fragrance lingered in her nose, enveloping her drooping eyebrows.When she heard this question full of traps, she seemed to smile, so soft that it was hard to detect, only the low and calm female voice accompanied by the melodious violin music came to their ears——

"What is 'nobility' to you, Mrs. Robert?"

The old woman was taken aback, she didn't expect that she would suddenly ask such a rhetorical question, she immediately became vigilant, pursed her lips, straightened her waist slightly to make herself look more imposing, and then said condescendingly, "You What do you mean? Everyone here is not a nameless person, even if they are not as rich as your family, they can't be despised or looked down upon at will—"

Jane bent her mouth and raised her eyes, her eyes were still calm.

"Oh," she nodded slightly, seemingly stunned, "So in your eyes, the current 'nobles' are just 'people who are richer than the rich'... Am I right, Mrs. Robert?"

"You—" Mrs. Robert's mouth twitched, "I'm not—"

"If that's what you mean," Jane shrugged her shoulders in an unladylike manner, "then I'm sorry, but this kind of 'chasing rumors as an after-dinner joke', 'derailment and infidelity have become commonplace', 'wealth and wealth are noble clans' Examples of this... in the eyes of us 'descendants of real nobles', they are not very common."

Robert was so irritated by her taunts that he murdered people invisible without holding a gun or a club, his face suddenly flushed, and he stretched out his trembling fingers, pointing at Jane's face, unable to speak. Steady, "How dare you, how dare you—"

"If I remember correctly," Jane leaned back in the chair with a leisurely posture, not intending to provoke the ladies at all, she clasped her fingers on her knees, and even showed a faint smile on her face, "My The reason why the ancestor was sheltered and named a nobleman was because he led all the servants and subjects of the fief to participate in the war against the invaders. He sacrificed two brothers, three sons, and one daughter, and all the money accumulated by planting and selling Property, even the city and manor that his ancestors have taken root for a hundred years...in exchange for what you call...what do you call it?——'nobles'?"

Jane smiled, and looked at Mrs. Robert's fingers trembling to the point of convulsions. She seemed to find it very interesting. She couldn't help but put her palms on her cheeks, tapped her fingers briskly on her nose, and asked sincerely, "Even if I Coming from France, I also know how the word 'nobility' should be written in English, and what it means... And as descendants of the dynasty on which the sun never sets, I think you must know its original meaning, right? ?”

Nobility, nobility, noble person, noble character.Its origin has nothing to do with money, and has nothing to do with status. At that time, as long as someone called him "quite aristocratic", it was the highest praise for that person.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mrs. Robert," Jane smiled. "My fathers did not teach me to take pride in insinuations, innuendo, and forgetting. On this point, I think that between us There is probably no common language to speak between, and I have no 'facts' to share that you will be interested in. After all, I am still a young man with much to learn, far less forward-looking and battle-hardened than you Woolen cloth."

After finishing speaking, she stood up slowly, nodded to everyone, left some tips for the violinist on the table, turned around leisurely, and drifted away.

Seeing Mrs. Robert panting heavily with anger and pointing at Jane's figure, she was so choked up that she couldn't speak a word.Dressed as a waitress and walking through the restaurant, Marian, who overheard all their conversations, looked at Jane's back with a complicated expression, thought for a while, put down the tray, and quietly followed in the direction she left.

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