I didn't finish this chapter today, and it will be replaced tomorrow morning. I'm sorry.

—————— Butterfly Dream Doujin (Part II)

Beatrice looked at my recipe with my signature on it, and it was very ...... Wild, her expression was complicated, and she must have remembered that Rebecca seemed to like to leave their own traces everywhere, but it didn't matter, she couldn't see it soon.

Men may talk about greyhound racing, maybe they talk about sea bathing, these are as far away from women as guns and cigars, and some women may fight for the same rights as men, but I don't care, first, I don't like to be with men in the first place, and second, I never think it's fun to discuss things that are too private with the opposite sex - no matter when or where, dealing with such people will only cause trouble.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Danvers has given up the kitchen for my requirement of excellence in three meals a day, and they are all my new dishes for lunch today, and the short-eyed Giles mentioned what kind of meringue soufflé, hehe, reminiscing about the old man, I tell him sincerely, given the well-known body type, the overly sweet meringue soufflé is undoubtedly a poison to him, and if he eats too much, he will one day burst his blood vessels and die...... Look at what I'm doing, my new dish is absolutely healthy and nutritious, look at Mr. Devens, he's all red now, and the beef soup in the morning and evening really makes a difference.

In the afternoon, I went for a walk in the courtyard with Beatrice, and after seeing a large field of white and pink roses, she took a deep, relieved breath, "I still prefer roses. She said euphemistically. I still have a very good impression of this woman, although she, like people of this era, is unwilling to say anything clearly, like guessing lantern riddles on the Lantern Festival, you have to explore everything yourself, whether you will fall into the pit or not - she said a lot of irrelevant things to me, wishing me and Mr. Devens happiness, just when our conversation was over, the puppy ran over and begged to be petted, Devens's sister touched it, and I didn't, I never had.

"Don't you like dogs?" asked Beatrice.

"No," I said, "I like cats, cats are cute." ”

"But dogs are loyal. ”

"Yes," I said, "but what is the use of a loyal man who is not me?"

The cats I wanted were delivered very quickly, well, big cats, two young lynxes, to be exact, they looked quite harmless, but their much larger claws than the average cat showed that they were still beasts of prey, and I never kept them in a pretentious way, and they were in the basket next to me when I was busy.

I don't like dogs, anyway, they're old, and I'll be able to replace them soon, and of course I don't chase them when they're running away, and I hate walking in the rain, so I didn't get to touch the raincoat that Rebecca had worn, and one day on a sunny day I went to the flower room and told the housekeeper to clean up the things, like a raincoat and the like, all of which were given to the gardener, and the raincoat in the flower room was replaced with a new one that I asked the chief housekeeper to bring from Paris.

I seem to ...... When I saw a lump of handkerchiefs, I reacted by stepping on it and stepping into the sludge.

There are more and more people coming to visit, and most of them are very easy to deal with, after all, they come here for the so-called etiquette, some people are very annoying, but the twenty-first century may not be good, but the information resources are always incomparable to the people of the nineteenth century, some people may mention things that I don't understand, but I will also mention things they don't understand, such as thermodynamics and electromagnetism theory, chemical atomism, biological evolution theory and cell theory, they probably didn't expect a woman to study these things.

Actually, I only know the surface, but it's enough to deal with those people.

What annoys me is that they keep mentioning how noisy the mandoli used to be, and that there are so many guests, that "there will be a banquet," I said, "but first I have to wait until the end of the book in my hand." ”

They were amazed: "Are you writing a book?"

"Why not?" Facing the sea, the spring flowers are blooming, the study is big and quiet, and you can pet the cat, isn't it the greatest luxury of a writer?

When the bishop's wife mentioned the masquerade, I finally nodded, "because that's what you asked," I said, "so I'll have to put my book down first." ”

She looked a little moved, but she still mentioned the garden party held by Rebecca, and said that there were small tables and refreshments in the rose garden...... My eyes immediately widened: "But isn't that normal?"

She visibly stuck: "It's ...... Isn't that normal? That was a long time ago, maybe ......."

I don't want to hear the name: "There were garden parties like this in Chinese hundreds of years ago, and Americans did it fifty years ago," I said again, and no one could verify it anyway: "But this method is outdated, because it is not very elegant, and it is a little confusing, and I have heard that only the nouveau riche do it lately, and they are good at talking about business......

"By the way," I changed the subject, "Speaking of masquerade, I want to use the theme of the Sage King of the East...... I'm writing a story like this......"

The bishop's wife was immediately interested, the East had lost its original mystery during this time period, but Marco Polo's so-called age of the saint-king was still very attractive.

On the third day, I wanted to try to make the flower arrangement work on the atmosphere, and when I ordered Fries to fetch the vase, he mentioned the name that I hated: "Who's that?" and I asked, "Who am I?" He stopped talking at once, and I immediately asked my second maid, a girl who did not belong to Mantorie Manor, to call the butler, "I don't need a servant who would dictate to my master." I said, and turned away, not wanting to hear any excuses.

"And," I said, "throw this plaster vase away, it's old, it's ugly, and it doesn't deserve to be in Mandoli." ”

Then I counted the days, and on the day Mr. Devens left the manor, I put on a pair of high heels with brass heels, which I had made of them. When Rebecca's lover met Mrs. Danvers in private, he did find me, but I wouldn't talk to him so much, and when he came near me, I threw the dog in his face and kicked him between the legs, and with so much force that blood was oozing from his pants when the screams were heard.

I called the police, why didn't I call it, I didn't know this person, no matter what Mrs. Danvers said, I didn't recognize this relative, what a joke, if it was a legitimate relative, why didn't I just give someone else a business card to make an appointment?

Because of this, I didn't go to see Beatrice's grandmother, Mr. Devens's grandmother, I don't think I have anything to say about a person with Alzheimer's, and it's my fault that I don't take her to Mandoli, she only keeps mentioning Rebecca, I'm not a person who likes to be abused.

This matter also had a bit of a bad effect, and I heard that the benevolent brother was a waste, and every man who came to me, whether it was Mr. Devens or the unknown gardener's valet, would subconsciously tighten his legs. Oh, and one more thing that must be mentioned, Mrs. Danvers was reprimanded for not obeying orders and letting unwelcome guests into the manor.

I listened triumphantly, without any concealment of my gloating, and reminded Mr. Devens that the concierge who also saw only Mrs. Danvers and no Mr. Devens should be replaced, or who knows who they will put in next time.

I thought that Mrs. Danvers would be silent for a while, but she began to instigate me to imitate the ball dress that Rebecca had wore, and I looked at her like a fool: "Saint King, East," I said, "Is there anything you can't understand these two words?" I looked at her for a moment: "It seems that you really don't understand, you can understand, you are a servant after all, and it seems that you can't interfere in the affairs of this ball." ”

Her face changed, and she seemed to want to fight for it, but I had already told the maid to call the butler.

I left it all to the butler, and it didn't matter, the date of the ball was undecided from the beginning, we could take our time, and I always loved the scene I saw in the movie Hannibal, and here too, I didn't use vases, or I used them, but hid them in drawers, and in many places I created a scene of flowers flowing, I didn't fix the floor, but let people spread soft silk blankets on it, and threw silk satin pillows and cushions around, I made three sets of gorgeous robes with oriental charm and gave them to my maid for safekeeping, and even then, I added a few new clothes with oriental symbols, so that in case something went wrong, I couldn't clean it up。

While I sat lazily in the hall and watched the servants go about and fro—what, I have been delayed carrying things here?How could it be, like the maids, that there is no reason for a master to avoid a servant, and that the servants seem to have gotten used to my bad temper after the successive dismissals of Fries and the porter, and that the mandoles are well paid, and that there are few things, and they will not want to change their masters.

The masquerade was a success, of course, I was arrogant, I was rude, but the show was all fun, the small snacks prepared were delicious, and they could be eaten without a fork or spoon, and they didn't stain their makeup, and each guest was given jasmine balls that could be pinned to their bodies or hung on their wrists, and I invited a few famous singers, performers, and clowns to appear in all corners without notice, and to the surprise of those who liked to criticize their hosts in the corners, and to the applause of the audience.

They also praised my clothes and jewelry, and I never saved Mr. Devens money in that regard.

But just as the ball was about to end, Mrs. Danvers burst into the hall, she had never been so embarrassed, her hair was in a mess and her face was dusty, "Where did you get them?!" she cried out, "Thief, where did you get them?"

There was an uproar among the guests, who probably remembered the able Mrs. Danvers.

"What's wrong with you?" I casually pulled out a snow-white rose and put it under my nose, "Are you crazy?

"I ask you where you got Miss Rebecca's stuff!"

"What Rebecca Robbeka?" I looked at Mr. Devens, "Do we have this relative?"

yes, everybody knows that I probably already know about such a person, but I just don't admit it, and no one mentions it anyway.

"The house to the west!" exclaimed Mrs. Danvers, "the real mistress's house!"

"Oh," I pressed Mr. Devens' arm, "you're talking about the utility room? we need more rooms for entertaining guests, and seeing that it's full of garbage, we're sending someone to sort it out and throw it away." And what else is called a real hostess? Am I not your wife?"

Mr. Devens' face turned pale, and he did not say a word.

Mrs. Danfuss, probably really insane, threw herself at me, and I fled as quickly as I could behind Mr. Devens.

"Alas!" I exclaimed, "you have told me that she is a capable person, sir. ”

Mrs. Danvers was rightfully dismissed, and no one could intercede for her, and that horrible appearance would give them nightmares.

Mrs. Danvers rolls, and I think the air in the mandoli is getting fresher. But the sensitive and delicate Mr. Devens became worried, and just then, the detectives came to the door, and the boat carrying Rebecca's body ran aground, and they found the body, and Mrs. Danvers and Rebecca's cousin unanimously testified that Mr. Devens was the murderer of Rebecca.

But in court, when the judge asked the doctor if it was possible for Rebecca to commit suicide, the doctor said that Rebecca was not only unable to have children because of uterine malformations, but also suffered from incurable cancer, and yes, she had a reason to commit suicide.

Mr. Devens was innocent, and the two men looked like they were going to chew us raw. Especially when I saw my maid Mary wearing Rebecca's sable shawl.

"We should go on vacation!" I said deliberately loudly.

After a quiet day, I announced that I was going on vacation to the spa resort with Mr. Devens, and the butler went with us, and we left, and returned, and then logically caught Mrs. Danvers and Rebecca's cousin, who wanted to set the fire, and the charge of arson was very serious, and oh, and Mary's butcher father had an inexplicable relationship with the criminals, and they would not bother me again.

Mr. Devens and I have three children in total, two sons and a daughter, and they have grown up happily in Mantoria Manor, as Rebecca has described, but they were born blessed without a trace of darkness or filth.

Before leaving this world, Mr. Devens grabbed my hand and asked me if I loved him?

I don't love him, but I'm full of pity for him, and I'm quite a work ethic, what should a good wife say?

Yes, of course.