Chapter 6 6 love

The next morning they visited a manor house known as Queen Anne.The journey is not far and not tiring.It's a very nice house with a wonderfully designed garden and a fascinating history. Architect Richard.Jensen marveled at the structural beauty of the house.He was a big talker for a young man, slowing down whenever they passed through a room, pointing to a piece of furniture or a fireplace and explaining its age and history.Some people liked to listen at first, but later became bored with his almost monologue explanation, so they moved slowly and voluntarily fell behind.The manager of the mansion, who was supposed to be in charge of explaining, was also not very happy, because his position was usurped by a tourist.He tried several times to regain power, but Mr. Johnson was indomitable.The administrator makes a last-ditch effort:

Ladies and gentlemen, in this room, known as the White Room, a body was found.It was the body of a young man, with a dagger stuck in his body, lying on the hearth rug.This goes back to the sixteenth century.It is said that Mrs. Moffat had a lover at that time. He entered the house through a small side door, climbed a steep staircase, and passed a movable panel to the left of the fireplace in this room.It turned out that he thought his wife's husband Richard.Sir Moffat had gone over to Holland, and he came home, and caught them both here. He stopped talking triumphantly, satisfied with the audience's response.Those listeners are tired of being forced to hear architectural details, and it's nice to have a change of taste.

That's pretty romantic, don't you think, Henry?said Mrs. Butler in her sonorous transatlantic voice.You know, there's an vibe to this room, and I can feel it, I really feel it. Mami is very sensitive to the atmosphere of a place, her husband said triumphantly to those around him.Once we were in an old house in Louisiana He began to talk about Mami's special sensory ability, and Miss Marple and one or two other visitors seized the opportunity to sneak out of the room and walked up the exquisitely shaped stairs to the first floor. I have a friend, Miss Marple said to Miss Cook and Miss Barrow beside her.I had an out-of-this-world experience a few years ago.One morning, they found a body on the floor of their study at home.

Is it a member of their family?asked Miss Barrow.Seizure? Oh no, it was a murder.It was a strange girl in evening dress, with blond hair, only dyed.Her hair is actually light brown and, oh Miss Marple stopped suddenly, her eyes fixed on Miss Cook's blond hair showing from under her kerchief. It occurred to her suddenly.She knew now why Miss Cook's face was so familiar, and where she had seen her.But then Miss Cook's hair was black, almost jet-black, and now it is fair. Mrs. Rileyport came downstairs too.She squeezed through them, and when she descended the stairs and turned into the hall, she spoke clearly:

I can't really climb up and down anymore, she said.And it's tiring walking around these rooms all the time.I know that although the garden here is not big, it is quite famous in the gardening world.I suggest that we go to the garden at once, without wasting any more time.Looks like it won't be long before the clouds gather.I think we will encounter heavy rain before noon. Mrs. Rileyport's authoritative tone, which always added weight to her words, had its effect as usual.All who were near or within earshot followed her obediently through the French windows of the dining room into the garden.The gardens certainly lived up to Mrs. Rileypot's praise.She herself had Colonel Walker on her arm, and walked briskly ahead, some following them, and some walking the opposite path.

Miss Marple decided to take a short cut and find a seat where she could rest comfortably and enjoy the artistic beauty of the garden.Sitting down in relief, she heard a sigh almost at the same time as hers.The sigh came from Elizabeth.Miss Temple.She followed Miss Marple and sat down beside her. Visiting buildings is always tiring, Miss Temple said.Literally the most tiring thing in the world, especially after having to listen to lengthy lectures in every room. The allusions we heard were actually very interesting, Miss Marple said so, but her tone was uncertain. oh you think so?asked Miss Temple.

She turned her head slightly and met Miss Marple's eyes.Something flows between these two women, a spirit don't you thinkasked Miss Marple. I don't think so, replied Miss Temple. Now they have established a full understanding between them.They sat side by side in silence, and soon Elizabeth began to talk of the garden, and this garden in particular. It was designed by Holman, she said.Around 1798 or 1800.What a pity to die so young!He is very talented. It is sad for anyone to die young, Miss Marple said. is that so?Elizabeth.said Miss Temple.Her tone was strange, as if thoughtful.

They missed a lot, Miss Marple said.Many, many. Or maybe a lot was avoided, Miss Temple said. At this age, said Miss Marple.I can't help but think that something was missing when I died young. And I, Elizabeth.Temple said.I have been with young people almost all my life, and I am more likely to view life as a complete period of time. T． S．Eliot said: Roses live as long as water pine. Miss Marple said: I understand what you mean.Life, short or long, is a complete experience.But, she hesitated. Don't you ever feel that life can be incomplete because it ends halfway? Yes, you are right.

Miss Marple looked at the flowers nearby, and said in her mouth: How beautiful these peonies are.The long branches are so proud, yet so delicate. Elizabeth.Miss Temple turned her head towards her. Are you taking this trip to see the buildings or to see the gardens?she asked. I want to see some mansions, Miss Marple answered.Although I appreciate the garden most, the mansion is a new experience for me, both in terms of type, history and beautiful old furniture and famous paintings.She added: "A generous friend gave me this trip as a gift and I am so grateful.I have seen not many famous mansions in my life.

What a sweet idea, said Miss Temple. Do you often take part in this kind of tour?asked Miss Marple. No, it's not exactly a tour for me. Miss Marple watched her with interest.She half opened her mouth to speak, but she held back her question.Miss Temple smiled at her. Are you wondering why I came here, what are my motives and reasons?Why don't you take a guess? Oh, I don't like guesswork, said Miss Marple. Guess what, Elizabeth.Miss Temple urged.I find it very interesting.Really, I'm curious.Guess what. Miss Marple was silent for a moment.Her eyes fixed on Elizabeth.Temple, looked her whole body carefully, and then said:

It's not like the you I know, and it's not like the you anyone else talks about.I heard that you are a famous person, and your school is also a famous school.wrong.I can only guess based on your appearance.I would describe you as a pilgrim, you look like a pilgrim. After a silence, Elizabeth said: You describe it perfectly.Yes, I am on a pilgrimage. After a minute or two Miss Marple said: The friend who paid for all the expenses to send me on this trip is dead.His name is Mr. Raphael, and he is a very rich man.Maybe you know him? Jason.Rafael?I know the name, of course, but I don't know him, and I've never met him.He once made a large donation to help me pursue an educational program that I cared about, for which I am very grateful.As you said, he is a very rich man.I saw his obituary in the paper a few weeks ago.So he and you are old friends? No, said Miss Marple.I met him a year ago abroad, in the West Indies.I know very little about him, whether it's his life, family or personal friends.He was a great financier, but otherwise, as everybody said, he never said a word about himself.Do you know his family or anyone Miss Marple pause.I often think about this question.But I don't like to ask random questions, it seems that I like to inquire. Elizabeth was silent for a moment, then said: I know a girl who is a student at a school I run in Faro Plain.In fact, she has nothing to do with Mr. Rafael, but she was once engaged to Mr. Rafael's son. And she didn't marry him later?asked Miss Marple. No. Why? Miss Temple said: It's okay to say that or just say it because she's so rational.He's not the kind of guy anyone would want to marry.And she was a very beautiful girl, with a very gentle disposition.I don't know why she didn't marry him afterward.No one ever told me, she added with a sigh: "Anyway, she's dead. How did she die?asked Miss Marple. Temple stared at Peony for a few minutes.When she spoke again, she only said three words.Those three words are like the echo of a deep bell, which is extremely shocking. for love!she says. Miss Marple asked sharply: like? This is one of the most feared words in the world, Elizabeth.Temple said. She said it again, her voice bitter and sad. like!