[Phantom of the Opera] Lover

Chapter 10

Lizzie began dating Count de Charlotte.

To be fair, the Sir Earl was well suited to marriage.

He is a real gentleman who is never rash to point out a lady's problems. Even when she wears pants to meet him on a date, he will only smile: " Although it does not look decent, I agree that she has the right to choose her own dress.”

Of course, she doesn't really wear her pants to test the truth.

She had gradually realized that the slightest change in a woman could frighten a man.

For example, the man almost every day in the pub fight, the poor tavern owner in two days, will beat the tables, chairs and benches, sometimes even for a gun duel for a theater seat.

She was so eager to save people, she put out the fire in the theater, and society was like a bee stabbed in a honeycomb, buzzing when they saw her.

If she dated Count de Charlotte in her trousers, she would make some decent gentlemen faint —— With their weak physique, they might really faint.

18-95, February 27 ——, half a month later, Count de Charlotte proposed to her.

On May 1st, they were all married.

Lizzie remembers what happened, except that the wedding was grand, the dress was beautiful, and thousands of candles were lit in the church to create a hazy and dreamy atmosphere.

Count de Charlotte, ——, should now call him Lance. The smile on Lance's face was very gentle and very decent, just like wearing a mask.

She was afraid that her father would suddenly pull out his gun and fight Lance, but he just gave him a few glasses of pure whisky and patted his arm without a smile.

The next day, however, when she went home to the celebration dinner, Edler pulled out a gun, ——, and put it in her hand.

It was a small, exquisite revolver gun, short and compact barrel, ivory handle, carved baroque, decorated with gems and cloisonne, barrel, trigger and magazine plated with gold, not like a killer fire, but like a luxurious work of art.

Adler kissed her on the cheek. " Hope my girl will never use it.”

She held the gun, closed one eye, and aimed at it: " It's too hard never to use it. I wish to use it, like a bird or something.”

Adler smiled. " It can't shoot the bird. The range is too short, at most a dozen stupid quail. Like orioles and songbirds, you have not close to them, they flew away, can only use with a scope of the hunting-gun to hit. If you want to learn, I can teach you.”⑴

"It's great. When I get to Paris, if anyone can't like me, I'll hunt birds in front of them.”

"What a bad girl.”

"Oh, father, don't think I don't know, you wish me to be a bad girl.”

Adler suddenly said, " Yes, I want you to be a bad girl, not as famous as your mother is.”

This was the first time my father had talked about her mother since her death. Lizzie was stunned, rarely unable to answer his father's words.

"She could have lived a long life, but she always felt like she was in bad blood."Adler said, with a rare tremor." When she was pregnant, she even risked her life by trying all kinds of weird folk remedies to get you to inherit your grandfather's blonde hair. She succeeded, but only half the way through. Your hair has successfully become a noble blonde, but your eyes are still so black. She could not take the blow, contracted typhoid fever, and died.”

Lizzie was speechless.

She always wanted to know the truth of her mother's death, but her father did not tell her, did not expect ——

"I love her, but I don't want you to be like her."Said Adler, in a calm tone." I know you married de Charlotte mostly for me, and I don't blame you. You are a filial child, and it is good for you to marry him. I want you to marry him for the title, for the profit, not out of inferiority to your blood. Can you do it?”

Has she ever feel inferior to her pedigree?

Lizzie was confused and replied, "... yes.”

"Good girl."Adler touched her hair." When I had a daughter, I realized that the world was so cruel for a girl. Even if I am rich and powerful, I can not get what you deserve without pain.”

Lizzie raised her blank eyes at him, not quite knowing the meaning of the sentence.

Although she is time to have some rebellious ideas, her body is still in a conservative world.

In this world, girls are always protected, loved, and sought after objects, and only men can come into contact with the cruel side of the world.

Adler did not explain, but said, " The time is up, my little hunter. Stay with me again, and your noble Sir Earl will be sad. He doesn't seem to fit in with our upper society. Go and say a few words to him to comfort his incompatible mind.”

Lizzie nodded, the heart is still silently pondering his father's words —— this world, for the girl, really cruel?

Unable to think of an answer, she forgot it for a while.

Lance does not seem to be very social, dealing with problems.

Indeed, he came from a civilized country that was once the center and focus of Europe, and even the arrogant British were keen to imitate the French and eat French food, let alone the Americans. It is normal for him to despise the imitators.

So, would he despise her? Lizzie thought, what would she do if he despised her?

Even if he looked up to her, there would always be people in French society who look down on her, and what would she do then?

My father's words were like a question, a test paper, waiting for her to answer it. But she was only sixteen years old, just from an unmarried girl into a wife, she could not find the answer from her limited life experience.

In July, they ended their honeymoon trip to Paris.

This was her first visit to Paris. In appearance alone, the city is no different from young cities like New York, Boston and New Orleans. The agons were still running in the streets, rather than the cabless supposed to replace the carriages.

The tram bells and horns were as noisy as those in New Orleans. A woman's hat is very different from an American woman's, but there is no brilliance.

A light carriage passed by, a wife holding a parasol —— umbrella face can hardly cover her high hair towering bun, attracted a lot of envious eyes. Lizzie was puzzled, and wondered what they were admiring.

Everyone yearns for Paris, everyone imitates Paris, what is yearning for and imitating?

Charlotte Lai House is in the Saint-Germain district. It was so quiet, there was nothing else except the lawn servants, the ladies, and the squirrels and rabbits.

Lizzie finally felt the difference —— Her residence in New York, Boston, New Orleans, but never so quiet, like a solemn church.

Walking out of the carriage, the opposite lady saw her and Lance arm in arm, and immediately greeted her kindly.

Lizzie already knew that most of the nobles were very gentle and amiable, and even if they despised a person, they would not say some mean things in front of him.

Their servants, however, would not be so graceful. Those servants seem to have inherited the identity, status and will of the master, being the other mouth of the master. They will do all that the masters cannot do because of decency.

Lizzie felt that if she had not been rich enough, the servants might have called her a redneck.

Without her father's words, even if she was a rebellious girl, she would try to win the respect and favor of the people around her. It is the instinct of a man to come to a strange place.

But the father's words, from time to time will echo in her mind —— she can not be like a mother, honorary tied, to do some useless work.

She married Lance to get tickets to the class.

Now the mention of Edler thinks of the de Charlotte family, of the long French years, of the mysterious district of Saint-Germain, without saying that he was a Yankee or a speculator, or alienated him, consciously or not, at the feast. Her purpose has already been achieved. What others think, let them think.

She and Lance always treated each other without passion.

To be honest, she always felt that Lance still lived in the last century, the ——, or the Middle Ages.

He loves reading, but he does not receive new knowledge.

The drivers got together and whispered that the capitalists wanted a horse-less car to replace a carriage, and that they might lose their jobs.

Hearing this, he immediately scolded the coachman, saying that if the de Charlotte family existed for one day, he would not give up the horses and sit on that dirty thing.

"No one takes a car without a horse," he said coldly. " Have you ever seen a good man ride a bicycle?”

Lizzie didn't think there was anything wrong with cycling, but his anger was puzzling.

In addition, his hobbies are also like the derailment of The Times. After 18-95 years, he and his friends were still addicted to the opera.

Oh, that's just torture!

Lizzie can't think of anything to see. The plot is long, the melody is dull, the heroines are all fairies, and the hero is all male gods, which has nothing to do with the living world.

The most thing is, whether speaking or singing, it is Italian —— she is an American, why should she sit in the French theater, listening to Italian opera?

Why not watch a movie? She couldn't know how many movies she could see after three hours of opera.

She was vaguely aware that she had married the wrong man, but with her father, she did not panic or fear, and continued to live the life of the countess. Anyway, her father will always support her anyway.

Even if she wanted a divorce, her father would support her.

Until a letter broke her calm lady life —— that day, just entered September, she is in front of the mirror, try on a new hat, appreciate their charm, suddenly received a letter from New Orleans.