De Lautrek?

When he saw the surname, Charles couldn't help but frown.

Isn't this the surname of the young man he himself met at the 6 Army Headquarters? That Viscount Constantin de Lautrec.

Is it a coincidence? Or is there really some connection? Charles was in a deep groan.

If you think about it carefully, even the habits of the two people are very similar, one likes to drink black tea, and the other claims to have returned from a trip to England. If you look at it together, it doesn't look like an unrelated person.

Driven by this doubt, Charles couldn't help but cast his gaze at the young lady again, but he didn't see any clue in her calm face. He had no choice but to put his doubts in his heart.

"Charles, can I go over and talk to her?" Suddenly, Matilda asked in Charles' ear.

Because she had just echoed her claim, Matilda was also full of affection for the lady, so she wanted to go over and talk to her.

"Of course, you can have fun tonight." Charles replied quietly. "Go ahead."

Matilda smiled and nodded at Charles, then got up and walked over to where the lady was sitting, while Charles pretended to be casual observers.

When Matilda walked over, there was still no one around the lady, perhaps because the momentum of the unapproachable was so strong that even Matilda was sudden, but in the end, her love of literature prompted her to step forward.

"Hello, ma'am." Because I can't tell if the other party is married. So Matilda changed to a more polite title.

"What's the matter?" The other party's gaze slowly shifted to look at Matilda.

"Nothing. Just to say hello," the look made her a little nervous, but she barely managed to squeeze out a smile, "Thank you for what you just said." ”

"It's nothing, it's just me saying something about my own feelings, not trying to please you." The other party was still expressionless, as if he was not interested in talking to Matilda. "You don't have to be particularly happy about it, because if I don't agree with you, I'll just say it......"

It's really British. It's so indifferent and hard to approach! Matilda smiled bitterly in her heart.

"Of course it doesn't matter, since it's a discussion, then you should speak freely." Still smiling, she replied, "You seem to be interested in English literature, too?" ”

"Hmm. I'm kind of interested. The other man nodded. There's something interesting about the British stuff, and it's worth at least a little bit of time to delve into it. ”

"Oh, that's great!" Finding a common topic, Matilda felt a little perked, "That's what I thought, too!" In fact, I even feel that in some aspects of literature, the British have even passed our country. ”

"Oh?"

"Apart from Mr. Dickens, English literature is now the most exciting place. It is a classic work that can be written by a woman. Matilda sat down next to the lady. That's right, I'm talking about the Brontë sisters. ”

"Have you heard of them too?" The lady's originally indifferent face. At last, he was slightly moved, as if he was a little surprised by Matilda's knowledge.

Because, after all, the Brontë sisters began to show their works in 1847, and with the cultural spread of this era, Matilda was able to know their statements and works very quickly.

"Yes, of course, I like their work very much, and I have watched every single one." Matilda was a little excited, and went on and on, "Anyone who looks at their work can feel the aura and wisdom of their words, and the passion that touches people's hearts. I don't think I see a French woman writer with the gift to compete with them, except for Mademoiselle Georgessand. So from that point of view, I think there are some places in English literature that have passed the literature of France today. ”

"What an enthusiastic explanation...... the lady smiled slightly, then nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with Matilda's statement, "but it does make sense." They do deserve credit. ”

"Sure enough, you think so too!" Seeing that her opinion was recognized, Matilda was very happy, and secretly rejoiced that she had not come in vain, "The reputation of the Brontë sisters, I think it can be passed on for a long time. ”

"That's right, but unfortunately they themselves can't see it." The other party's smile faded again, "Geniuses always stay in this world for a short time, it's a pity." ”

"It's a pity that she died at such a young age...... Matilda's expression darkened after hearing the other party's words, "I hope Miss Charlotte can get rid of this unfortunate fate." ”

At this time, among the three Brontë sisters, Emily Brontë, who wrote "Wuthering Heights", had died of tuberculosis in 1848 at the age of 3o; The younger sister Anne, the author of "Agnes Gray", died the following year at the age of 29. That's why the two of them lamented the early death of genius here.

If nothing else, Charlotte, the eldest sister who wrote Jane Eyre, would die of pregnancy five years later, in 1855, at the age of 39 - of course, Matilda could not have known this in advance.

"So, can you tell us which of their works you like the most?" After a moment of suppressed silence, she suddenly asked Matilda about the other party. "In other words, which one do you think is the best?"

"Me? I love every single one, but if you want to say anything like the most......" Matilda frowned slightly, "I really like Jane Eyre the most, right?" After all, after watching it, I felt very happy, and I liked the strong character of the heroine very much......"

"Sure enough, I'm still young." The other party muttered in a low voice, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he sneered a little sarcastically.

"Huh? What do you mean by that? Matilda looked at her with some confusion.

"I don't like Jane Eyre," the other replied dryly. "I think that although the book is fresh and beautifully written, it is nothing more than that."

"How could you think that?" Matilda was very strange. "Aren't you moved by the love in it?"

"I'm not really impressed, miss." The other party nodded slightly, "I think the 'love' in it is just a kind of psychedelic fog of oneself at best." ”

"How?"

"Am I wrong? Isn't that the plot? The author forcibly equips the heroine with two rich people who love her so much that they forget to die, and then point to her and say - you see, in fact, if there is no money, as long as there is love. With the idea of self-esteem, how well a woman can live! The lady shrugged slightly, "Is there any more boring proof than this?" She eventually returned to the rich man. Back in the manor! She claims it is for love, so what if the other party does not have a manor? If there were no castles, how could the prince and princess live happily together? ”

"But......" Matilda was a little confused by the sudden attack, and she felt that something was wrong. But I don't know how to refute the other party. "This speculation. Isn't it too ......?"

"You're still young, so it's normal to disagree with me." The other party glanced at Matilda again, but there was not much cancellation in his eyes, "What I want to say is that the venerable author deliberately uses love to blur the essence of society dominated by money, but the disguise is not done very well - the heroine is obviously in love with the men of high society, and as a result, she wants to say that money is not the pivot of society." Isn't that excessive? ”

"But!" Matilda felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

"I don't agree with her. Because I have never been so contemptuous of money. The other party was still smiling, his tone was very calm, and it was difficult to hide his arrogance, "I know very well that it is because of money that I have been given honor and leisure, so I will never insult money." ”

"Then you can deny love on that basis? There is indeed love in the world. Matilda's attitude became a little stiffer.

It's just that you didn't touch my sister.

"I don't deny love, I believe in love without any impurities—though I've never seen it personally, miss." Miss Cecilia de Rotherec smiled and nodded to Matilda again, "However, it is dishonest that while relying on money and enjoying the leisure and convenience it brings, while shouting that love is more important than money. From this point of view, "Wuthering Heights" and "Vanity Fair" are much more honest and profound.

Of course, because the world prefers fairy tales to cold reality - even for adults - I think Jane Eyre is indeed a little more popular than Wuthering Heights...... But, despite this, I still like Wuthering Heights even more. Yes! Miss Emily Brontë is such an unspeakable genius! I really admire her for being able to control such violent words! It's a shame she left everyone early! ”

After saying this, she picked up the teacup on the coffee table and took a leisurely sip of tea. "Miss, although I don't know your name, but I am very happy to be able to talk to you about this issue, I hope my words will not make you feel bad, this is just my personal opinion, you don't have to take it to heart."

Matilda was silent, chewing on the other party's words, and then quietly nodded her head and said goodbye. "Thank you, your words will give me some inspiration."

Although she didn't quite agree with the other party's point of view, she really didn't think about how to refute the other party, so she had to say goodbye first.

Maybe next time I come back to the party, I'll be able to meet her...... It seems that the salon of this Mademoiselle de Périette is as interesting as it is rumored, and it really meets many insightful people.

………………

At this time, Charles has also been secretly observing the interaction between the two people.

He didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but he wasn't focused on that.

He focused on the woman herself.

She looked forward to this arrogant attitude, as well as the scarf around her neck, and the posture when she subconsciously picked up the teacup...... All of them were observed by Charles, and they were slowly overlapping with what they remembered.

In his heart, he slowly came to a terrible conclusion.

No way! He couldn't help but pick up the wine glass and drink it down to calm the horror in his heart.

………………

It was late in the night, and Mademoiselle de Périette's party had come to an end, and the guests were preparing to say goodbye to their hosts.

The lady hadn't spoken to anyone since Matilda left, and she left her seat as if she was ready to go home.

She walked all the way through the living room, still indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything, didn't greet anyone, and walked straight to the door, as if she were a ghost leaving the scene.

And as she passed, Charles, who had already been in the darkness of the hallway, seemed to shout inadvertently.

"Alex, wait, your stuff is off!"

"What's that!?"

The lady, who called herself Cecilia, subconsciously turned her head.

Then, his face suddenly turned pale. (To be continued!)

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