Isabel shook her head firmly.
It’s not mom, it’s me.
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At that time, I had come back from the Far East and just stayed in London for a while. It was not surprising that Eliot called me early one day after two weeks. After all, he always liked to come to England to have fun by grasping the tail of the holiday season. He said that Mrs. bradley, Isabel, who was with me, asked me if I could go for a drink at six o’clock in the evening. They would be very happy to see me. Of course, their couch was Crabouliet Chichi Hotel, which was not far from where I lived. I took a walk along Park Street and crossed the quiet and solemn street in Mayfair District to reach Crabouliet Chichi Hotel. Eliot lived in a suite as usual. The room was decorated with brown wood siding and the cigar box felt low-key and luxurious. When I entered the door with the concierge, I saw Eliot alone. Mrs. bradley went shopping in Isabel Street. He would be back any minute. He told me that Isabel Larry had broken off her engagement.
Eliot has stuck to a romantic view on different occasions, so he doesn’t like these two young people. It’s just that Larry came to lunch the next day after breaking the engagement, but his manners are still as usual. Lang is still kind and focused, and he still takes Isabel seriously. He still looks like a friend. He doesn’t look embarrassed, upset or sad. Isabel seems to be happy and relaxed, and he can’t laugh with everyone. He just made a big impact. Eliot was confused about the important decision in his life. As soon as he heard the chat clip, he seemed to want to cancel the arranged date, so he found Louie as soon
This is outrageous. He said that since they have lost their engagement, they can’t run around together. Larry should know this. Besides, it will stop Isabel, the young man in the Peach Blossom British Pavilion, Fosse Linham, from admiring her. He is short of food and clothing and has a wide range of friends. He knows that Isabel will actively pursue her now that she is single and successful. I think you should talk to her.
My dear brother Isabel is twenty years old and can always tell me to mind my own business. I can’t do anything about her.
Louisa, that’s because you didn’t teach her well. Besides, you should be in charge of this matter.
As far as this matter is concerned, you must have different ideas from her.
Louisa, my patience is limited.
Eliot, if you are a daughter about the same age, you will find that she is more stubborn than a calf and wants to know what she is thinking. I think you should be a simple-minded old man. That’s your image in her heart
But have you talked to her?
I was going to, but she made fun of me and said there was nothing to say.
Then she’s not sulking.
I don’t know. I know she eats well and sleeps well
Well, wait and see. You keep letting them go. Maybe they will elope and get married one day and keep everyone in the dark.
Mrs bradley couldn’t help laughing.
You can rest assured that although it is convenient for us to have an affair in this country now, it is difficult to get married.
It’s no wonder that marriage is a lifelong event, ensuring the health of the family, maintaining the stability of the country, but not only forbearing but also recognizing extramarital affairs, then marriage is nothing more than prostitution, Louisa
Okay, Mrs. Eliot bradley interrupted him. You’re not interested in promiscuous morality.
Eliot then made a plan to stop Isabel Larry from going back and forth, which in his eyes is too unconventional. Paris is suitable for the tourist season, and celebrities from all walks of life have arranged beach trips or prepared to go to the coastal town of Deauville and then to Dulan Anjou or Brittany Castle for the summer vacation. Eliot usually goes to London at the end of June, but he attaches great importance to his family and has deep feelings for his sister and niece, so he plans to ask them to be willing. Even if all the decent people in Paris are gone, he can still sacrifice himself to stay. However, he found that the current situation can be both considerate of others and convenient for himself. He suggested to Mrs. bradley that the three of them should go to London together for the holiday peak, and Isabel should cultivate new interests and make new friends so that she would not be pestered by Larry any more. It is reported that a famous doctor specializing in diabetes happened to be in London, and Mrs. bradley could take this opportunity to see him and find an excuse for them to leave Paris in a hurry. Isabel was unwilling and hard to say. Mrs. bradley promised that she could not understand Iraq. Saberfa is sure whether she really doesn’t care so much on the surface or whether she hides her pain, anger and sadness in her heart and tries to be brave to cover up her sadness. Mrs. bradley can also agree with Eliot that it may be a good thing for Isabel to make new friends and visit the new environment.
Eliot was busy talking and making arrangements. Later, when Isabel and Larry came home from Versailles, Eliot told her that she had made an appointment for her mother to see the famous doctor three days later. He had booked a suite at the Crabouliet Hotel, so she had to leave the day after tomorrow. When she told Isabel the news, Mrs. bradley observed her daughter’s expression carefully and saw that her face remained unchanged.
Great. I’m so glad that you can go to the doctor. Isabel is usually so straightforward. Of course, we can’t miss this opportunity. Besides, it’s fun to walk in London. So how long will we stay there?
There’s no point in going back to Paris, Elliott said, because everyone here is gone in another week, I hope we can stay at the Crabouliet Hotel until the end of this summer. There are many dances in July, and of course we can’t miss the Wimbledon tournament. The Ellingham family will definitely take a sailboat together to watch the race, while the Bantuckers always go to watch the horse race with a large group of people.
Isabel looked quite concerned. Mrs. bradley was relieved. Isabel didn’t seem to care about Larry
Eliot just finished telling me these mother and daughter came in. I haven’t seen them for a year and a half. Mrs. bradley has lost a little weight and looked even paler. It seems that some tiredness is obviously not good, but Isabel is radiant and ruddy. Her dark brown hair, watery light brown eyes and white skin are full of youth. It seems that she is simply enjoying being alive and feeling that others are infected. Laughing with her, I see a rather ridiculous picture in my mind. She has become a pear, golden, juicy, ripe and sweet, which makes people eat it. She is muddy. She smells warm, as if you can feel her comfort as soon as you reach out. She looks a little taller than when we met again, because I don’t know, maybe it’s because she wore high heels, or some clever tailor has to make her dress young, plump and slender. She is elegant and feels that she has often participated in external activities since she was a child. In short, she is a mature and sexy girl. If I were her mother, I would definitely think she should really get married.
I’m glad that I finally got a chance to thank Mrs. bradley for her hospitality in Chicago, and invited the three of them to go to a stage play one night and have lunch with them.
You make an appointment now. My old friend Eliot said, I have informed some friends that we have arrived in London. I am afraid that the follow-up trip will be full in a day or two.
I heard Eliot mean to give it to me from time to time, and I couldn’t help laughing.
Eliot glanced at me and looked arrogant.
But if you need to, try coming around six o’clock in the evening. Usually you can find us. We will welcome you very much, he said politely, but the meaning is clear. This is the place of home.
But there is always a limit to people’s patience
As soon as you contacted St. Alder’s family and heard that they were going to sell Constable’s painting Salsbury Church, I said
I’m not going to buy a painting at present.
I know, but maybe you can help them everywhere
Eliot’s eyes were cold.
My old friend, the British are really a great nation, but the painting achievements have never been so good, and it is not worth looking forward to. I have no interest in the English painting school.
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