Chapter 7 7. The earl and the guests at the wedding

Chapter One Andy one night.Mrs. Scott introduced Dorawan to a new boarder while he was eating at his boarding house on Second Avenue.She was a young woman named Conway.Conway was small and unremarkable.She was wearing a plain tan dress, staring listlessly at her plate.She raised her head and cast a clear, examining glance at Doravan, with shyness in her eyes.She asked his name in a very polite whisper.Then she buried herself in her mutton.Mr. Dorawan nodded politely with a smile on his face.This move immediately raised his social and political status a lot, and kept the girl in the tan suit thousands of miles away.

Two weeks later, Andy was sitting on the stone steps in front of the door, smoking a cigarette leisurely.There was a soft rustling sound high behind him, and Andy turned his head around.It's Conway, just out the door.She was wearing a black suit with thin black gauze.Her hat is also black.A jet-black veil, as thin as a spider's web, was draped over the hat.She stood on the highest stone step and put on a pair of black gloves.There wasn't a speck of white or any other color on her dress. Her thick black hair was combed straight without any curls, tied in a knot at the neck, smooth, moist and shiny.She was mediocre, not beautiful.But now her large eyes gazed over the houses across the street, and her face had a melancholy and moving expression; an expression which made that face almost beautiful.

The general impression is that the girl is wearing a black gauze, you know, I like black, this is the black gauze.Dressed in black, and the look of looking far away, melancholy and sad; and the shiny black hair under the black veil (you must be a blonde, of course); and it seems to be trying to give others a feeling that Although your young life has been full of setbacks, it seems that you will jump over the gate of life like a triple jump. But going for a walk in the park will do you good, and just now, a casual walk outside, and oh, it's good for them to do it anytime.But it's cruel, look at me, how worldly, isn't it?That's how you talk about mourning.Mr. Dorawan suddenly had Miss Conway on his mind again.

He threw away the cigarette that still had an inch left in his hand.The smoke would have been enough for him to enjoy for eight minutes.He quickly turned his attention to his low-cut patent leather shoes. It is a beautiful, clear evening, Miss Conway.And if the Weather Bureau had heard the confident emphasis in his tone, he said, it might have hoisted up the square white signal pennant and nailed it to the pole. For those with a heart to appreciate, the weather is indeed good.Mr. Dorawan.said Miss Conway, with a sigh. Mr. Dorawan secretly cursed the good weather in his heart.What an incomprehensible weather!It should be hail, snow, wind, and rain, which is in line with Miss Conway's mood!

I hope your relatives didn't I hope you didn't suffer any misfortune?Dorawan ventured to explore the way. Death has come, said Miss Conway, after a moment's hesitation, not a relation, but one. But I don't want my pain to disturb your life, Mr. Dorawan. disturb?Dorawan asked, why did you say that?Miss Conway, I'd love to, I mean, I'd be sympathetic. I mean, there's no one who sympathizes with you more genuinely than I do. A slight smile crept across Miss Conway's face.Oh, this smile is more sad than her silence. When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you cry, the world laughs with you.She quotes a famous quote, and I know the truth, sir.In this city, I have no relatives, but you are so kind to me.I am very grateful to you from the bottom of my heart.Twice at the dinner table he passed her pepper.

In New York, it's hard to walk without a friend, that's for sure.Mr. Dorawan said, but, having said that, when this old town becomes friendly and no longer tense, it may be over.You go for a walk in the park, Miss Conway, don't you think that walk will make you feel better?if you allow me Thank you, Mr. Dorawan.If you think a man in a melancholy and sad mood can give you any joy, I am more than happy to accept your company.They walked side by side, through the open, dilapidated iron gate, into the park in the center of the city.This used to be a place where privileged groups played.In the park, they found a quiet spot with a bench.Young people's sorrows are not the same as old people's sorrows; young people's sorrows are lessened by sharing, but old people can give as much as they can, but the sorrows are not diminished.

He was my fiancé, and an hour passed before Conway finally confided that we were going to get married next spring.I don't want you to think I'm playing tricks on you.But, Mr. Dorawan, he's a real count.He owns property and a castle in Italy.His name is Frando.Count Mazzini.I've never found him a little tasteful.Father objected, of course, and we eloped, but Father cut us back.I secretly thought that there would be a fierce battle between Father and Frando.Father had a special clothing company in Pukibee, you know the place. Finally, my father agreed, well, he said we can get married next year.Frando showed his father title certificates and property certificates, and then he went back to Italy to manage the castle for our wedding.Father was very happy.When Frando tried to buy me a dowry with thousands of dollars, my father scolded him severely.My father wouldn't even allow me to accept a ring or anything else from Frando.When he sailed back to Italy, I set off for the city looking for a job and ended up working as a cashier in a candy store.

Three days ago, I received a letter from Italy, forwarded by Pukipi.According to the letter, Frando was killed in a shipwreck. That's why I wear mourning clothes.My heart, Mr. Dorawan, will forever be buried with him in his grave.I know I'm an incompetent companion, Mr. Dorawan, but I just can't get interested in anyone.I should not deprive you of the joy of friends who give you pleasure with a smile on their face.Maybe you'd rather go back to your lodgings? Tell you, young girls, if you want to see a young man charge into battle with a pick and shovel, tell him your heart is in another man's grave.

Young men are natural grave robbers, if you don't believe me, you can ask any widow.It is necessary to find a way to restore the lost organ for the angel in black mourning.No matter from which point of view, the dead must be the most unlucky. I am so sorry.said Mr. Dorawan, in a very gentle voice, no, we shouldn't be going back to the place yet.Don't tell me, Miss Conway, that you are unaccompanied in this city.I am very sorry.I want you to believe that I am your friend and that I am deeply sorry for you. I have a picture of him in a metal box under my necklace.said Miss Conway, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. I have never shown it to anyone, but I will show it to you, Mr. Dorawan.Because I believe you are a true friend.

Conway opened the box, and Mr. Dorawan looked at the photograph for a long time with great interest.Count Mazzini had a charming face, kind, witty, intelligent, almost dashing. It was the face of a strong, gay man.Maybe he should be the leader. I also have a larger one that I keep at home in a frame.Miss Conway said, I'll show it to you when we get back.That's all I have that reminds me of Frando.Still, it is absolutely true that he will always live in my heart. Mr. Dorawan has the delicate and delicate task of wringing the unfortunate Earl out of Miss Conway's heart.It was done out of admiration for Miss Conway.But the gigantic work did not weigh him down.A sympathetic and cheery friend was exactly what he was going to play; and he played it so well that half an hour later they were sitting across from each other, pouring out their hearts to each other in the company of two boxes of ice cream. Saying that, though the melancholy in Miss Conway's large gray-brown eyes remained undiminished.

That night, before they parted in the hall, she hurried upstairs to hold the larger picture.The photo was framed and carefully wrapped around the frame with a white silk scarf; Mr. Dorawan looked at the photo carefully with a bewildered look in his eyes. It was left to me the night before he left for Italy.Miss Conway said that the one in my gold box was shrunk from this one. A handsome man.Dorawan said kindly, Miss Conway, how about going to Conley with me next Sunday afternoon? Chapter two A month later, they announced to Mrs. Scott and the other boarders that they were engaged.Miss Conway was still dressed in black.This is a week after they announced their engagement, the two sat on a bench in the city's Central Park.In the moonlight, the swaying leaves cast dim shadows on the ground.Dorawan had an inexplicably depressed look on his face all day long.He didn't say a word tonight, which made his lover really unable to hold back the question that came to his mind: What's the matter?Andy?Why are you so serious tonight?Why so much resentment? It's all right, Maggie. Can't fool me, can't I see this?You've never looked like this before.what happened? It doesn't matter, Maggie. It matters.Whatever it is, I want to know.I bet you're thinking of other girls.But that's okay.If you miss her, why don't you go to her?Take your arms away if you like. Well, let me tell you.Andy said with a flash of wit, but I guess you don't quite get it.You must have heard of Mike.Sullivan, is it?Big Mike.Sullivan.Everyone called him that. No, I've never heard of it, said Maggie, and I don't want to hear the name, if it makes you like that.who is he? He's the burliest man in all of New York City.Andy said, almost in a tone of respect, that with Tammany or any of the old powers in politics, he could do what he wanted.He was tall and broad-shouldered Roest River.If you speak ill of him, you will be attacked by a million people in two seconds.You see, he visited an ancient tribe and came back in a moment, where the chiefs hid themselves in their holes like rabbits. [Note] Tammany Association: A powerful Democratic organization in New York City. Let me tell you, Big Mike is a friend of yours.Although I was small and had little influence, Mike was to small or poor people exactly as he was to big or rich people.I met him today in Bovary.What do you think he is doing?Come over and shake my hand!Andy, he said, I've been asking about you, and you've got some influence going around now, and I'm so proud of it.What would you like to drink?He fumbled for a cigarette and I had a whiskey.I told him I was getting married in two weeks.Andy, he said, please send me an invitation.This way I will take it to heart and not forget it.I will attend your wedding in the future.That's what Mike told me, and he's a man of his word, you don't understand, Maggie, but I'd cut off a hand for Mike to come to my wedding.This will be the most glorious day of my life.If Mike goes to a man's wedding, it means that the man should live a peaceful life after getting married and starting a family.Oh, that's why I'm maybe a little depressed tonight Then why don't you invite him?If he is so important to the peaceful life of the family in the future.Maggie said, very softly. I didn't invite him for a reason.Andy said sadly that there was a reason why he absolutely couldn't come to our wedding, don't ask any more, there is really nothing to say. Oh, I wouldn't mind, said Maggie, it must be something political.But that's no reason for you to put on a straight face with me. Andy blurted out: Maggie, in your mind, are you and me as important as Count Mazzini? He waited a long time.Maggie, however, did not answer.Suddenly, she leaned her head on his shoulder, and cried so loudly that her whole body was convulsed and trembling.She clutched his arm tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking her black mourning dress. all right!all right!do not do that.Andy comforted, put aside his troubles, are you better now? Andy, Maggie sobbed, I lied to you and you'll never marry me or love me again.But, I think I should make things clear to you.Actually, Andy, the Earl doesn't even have a little finger.I've never had a relationship with the opposite sex in my life, but other girls have; and they all talk about it a lot; as if it makes men love them more.And, Andy, you know I look a little dapper in black.So I went to a photo shop and bought that picture; I made a smaller one just for the locket.He made up another story about an earl and his murder.So I can wear a black suit all over.I know that no one loves a liar, and you must desert me.Andy, I would die in disgrace.God, in this world, I have only one man who has ever loved you, that's all. However, she found that instead of being pushed away, she was hugged even tighter by Andy's arm.She looked up and looked at him.I saw that the doubts on his face had dissipated, and there was a smile on his face. Can you forgive me, Andy? Of course, Andy was unambiguous, which is completely understandable.Dressed in black in honor of the dead Earl, you've solved everything, Maggie.I am hopeful.Hope you get everything sorted out before the wedding, baby. Andy, said Maggie, smiling coyly, she was quite sure he had forgiven her, do you still believe the whole story about the Earl? Oh, believable for the most part.Andy said while reaching for the cigarette case, 'cause that picture in your little gold box is Big Mike.Sullivan's.