Chapter 3 third chapter

However, Emma did not get up early on Tuesday and threw the young man out of the house in a hurry, as Marta predicted.In fact, until Monday morning, everything that this young man brought to them was something that the Trinian Manor family had never experienced-except, of course, Emma.Who would have thought that before Friday they had never even heard the name of Leslie Seale. Among the past guests of Cuining Manor, there has never been anyone who is so good at integrating into this family like Searle, and there has never been anyone who got along with them so seamlessly. He followed Walter around the farm, and he cared about the newly built red brick roads, pig houses, and things big and small on the farm.He spent his student days in the countryside, and everything here is very familiar to him.

For next Friday's radio show, Walter would be in the garden with a pen, writing his booklets here and there, recording the growth of young shrubs and birds, while Searle patiently followed him to watch.He was also very excited to shoot the small houses left over from the 17th century and some other scenery in this manor, and he took great care to capture their charm and shoot to a certain standard.Indeed, under his lens, Cuining Manor has undergone a unique life change.In the face of his talent, even Walt's praise sounded a little uncomfortable. Walter felt that this young man should have many different faces besides his familiarity with farming.

He even thought that when Seale first learned photography, he must have looked at a loss when he saw the photos. But he passed it after thinking about it. He is not a really sensitive and delicate person. On the contrary, for the delicate and sensitive Elizabeth, her life suddenly became colorful and interesting during these days, like a kaleidoscope, and every second of the moment was full of incredible fun.Elizabeth has been in and out of love since she was about seven years old, but she has never thought of marrying anyone except Walter, because he is Walter and he is different.But now, of no one she had ever met, whether it was the bakery clerk or Walter, no one made her feel more differently than Searle.Even Tino Trisca, who had loved her with all his heart, with his melting voice, his mad love for her, seemed insignificant at the moment.What was the difference? In the same room as Tino Trisca, she probably forgot after a few minutes.And Walter? She didn't seem to have any particular impression that they ever shared such a moment.

However, as long as Walter is around, she feels good and at ease.However, as long as Syl was in the room, she couldn't concentrate, couldn't forget his presence. Why? She kept asking herself, and even more why not?If on Sunday night, after they had been together for two days, he turned to her solemnly and said, "Come with me, Elizabeth!" she would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation--she had It was impossible to have any desire to go with him.But now it was so strange, it was as if there was a light in her heart, and when he went out the light was dimmed, and when he came back, the light was turned on again.She was so aware of his every movement, from turning on the radio with his thumb to pushing a log into the fireplace with his foot, she was impressed.

Why? She went for walks with him in the woods, and showed him the little village and the church: her excitement was always lingering under his demeanor, under the gaze of his cloudy gray eyes that seemed to see through her. .For Elizabeth, there are roughly two types of Americans, one who treats you as an old lady who needs to be taken care of, and the other who takes your fragility for granted.Seale was of the first type: he helped her up and down the stairs, protected her in the crowded streets, listened to her, fawned over her.He was just different from Walter, and he made Elizabeth very happy.Walter took it for granted that she was an adult who could take care of himself, but not yet mature enough to sit on an equal footing with him and discuss things together.Searle's attitude, by contrast, was the type that captivated people.

As she watched him walk slowly in the church, she once thought: If it weren't for the thrill of excitement, if it wasn't for the guilt, what a companion he would be! The affairs of the world and Lavinia, who hides in her own novel world, seem to be attracted by him strangely.After dinner on Saturday, Seale and Lavinia sat alone on the balcony and chatted, while Walter and Elizabeth walked in the garden and Emma was in the house doing chores.As Elizabeth and Walter strolled under the balcony, Elizabeth heard Lavinia giggling happily like a child, like a brook running through the gloom at new moonrise.The next morning, she secretly told Elizabeth that she had never met a person who made her feel so "degraded and helpless" as Mr. Seale. “I think he has an air of ancient Greek immorality!” she said, giggling afterwards.

"But you mustn't tell your mother that I said that!" she reminded Elizabeth. As her sister, nephew and her daughter fell under the charm of Searle one after another, Mrs. Gallopy found that it was not an easy task to let the young man leave Trinian Manor, and this problem was finally solved in Easton. .Miss Dickson's hand untied it. Easton.Miss Dickson lived in a hillside cottage behind Village Street, a three-window, thatched-roofed house with a chimney in the middle that looked as if a sneeze would blow the house into one's ear Same side.Even so, it was a house in fairly good condition, looking closely at its details.The snow-white lime walls, the doors and windows painted in lime green, the thin cotton curtains swaying like waves when the breeze hits, and the spotless red brick path in front of the house, all the small links that are almost carefully constructed bring her The rooms combine to create a picture that looks like something out of the Mistress's own Christmas fairy tale.

When not writing fairy tales, Miss Easton Dickson indulged in her crafts.In the studio, she bakes bent wood with fiery tongs. When pen drawing was popular, she was keen on pen drawing; once the craze passed, she became obsessed with clip art, then batik, and finally she fell in love with weaving.She still continues to weave until now, but has always only simulated and never created it herself. Anything with a smooth surface that fell into the hands of Miss Easton Dixon was bound to be repaired.She would turn a good cream jug into a four-dimensional imitation porcelain jar, and all the finished products she made are now displayed in her attic and collection room.She was the nightmare of all her friends, but strangely enough, they still liked her.

She's the sorority president of the place, and she offers all kinds of items to make the home feel like a fair.She's also passionate about all things Hollywood and is literally the Hollywood expert here.Every Thursday, she took the one o'clock bus to Wickham City, and spent $19 to stay in Moss Tower to watch a movie.If there happened to be a movie that came out that week that she didn't like, such as a ukulele work, or a sad story of a working girl without complaint, she would give her $19 movie ticket to the eighth. Penny's bus money was saved and dropped into a piggy bank over the fireplace, and then used to watch her long-awaited movie when it opened in the greater Clone City.

Every Friday, she would go to the newsstand on the street to buy the latest "Screen Express". Bookmark them for later reference.She knows the ins and outs of all the screen people, things, and things in the eastern and western hemispheres that can be named.She can tell you in detail why the American stylist went to Wilhelms and why Madeleine Rice took on the left-wing coloring. So, when poor Emma was walking on the long red brick road with a basket of eggs on the way to her house, she really didn't know that she was walking on an irreversible Waterloo road. Easton.When Miss Dickson asked how the party she had given that day for Lavinia Fitch's new book, Maurice Lover, Emma said it was a success, that Roth and Cromarty parties are always great. Success, with such ample food and wine, it is difficult to think about success.

"I heard that a good-looking guest came to your house this weekend." Easton.said Miss Dickson.She asked this not out of curiosity, but purely out of courtesy. "That's right, Lavinia brought him back from the party, a young man named Syl." "Oh!" Miss Easton Dickson answered her casually, putting the eggs she had brought into a big white bowl she had made with pictures of puppies and corn. "He's an American, and he claims to be a photographer. Anyone who can take pictures can call himself a photographer. Anyway, no one can refute it. It's a good job. It's like when there was no need for identification and registration before," the nurse ' is a good job, too!" "Searle?" said Easton-Miss Dixon, holding an egg in her hand, "could it be Leslie Seale, what a coincidence?" "Yes, his name was Leslie, at least that's what he said. What's the matter?" Emma said. "You say Leslie-Searle is here? Right in Shaka? That's unbelievable!" "What's incredible?" Emma retorted. "He's a celebrity." "So what, half of the residents in Shaka Town are famous." Emma reminded her sharply. "Yes, but they're not famous enough to have the opportunity to photograph the most famous people in the world. You know those Hollywood stars who practically begged Leslie Seale on their knees to take their pictures, that's not what money can buy , that is a privilege, that is a great honor that they dream of." "I understand, for publicity," said Emma, ​​"but are we really talking about the same Leslie Seale?" "Unmistakable! How can there be two identical Leslie Seale, American and photographer." "How is it impossible?" Emma answered her disapprovingly. "I said he must be that Leslie Seale. If it won't delay your evening prayers, we'll find out now." "How to check?" "I remember I seem to have a picture of him." "Pictures of Leslie Seale?" "That's right, it's in "Screen Express". Let me look for it, and I'll be fine at once. This is so exciting, I really can't think of such a thing, it happened in Shaka Town." She opened a yellow cabinet with some Bavarian-style graphics and flowers on it), and the cabinet was full of neatly expired "Screen Letters" and various clippings. "Let me think about it, it was about a year and a half ago—it's hard to say, it might have been two years ago." She flipped the edges of these files with her fingers neatly, and she marked next to each file Dates for reference, and finally she produced two or three files. "I made a table of contents for every cover of the file." She pointed while she said, and put them on the table at the same time, "Look, you can find what you need very quickly, and you don't need to spend time flipping through it. It's very convenient " But they still didn't find what they were looking for right away, "If you will be late, you can go first, I will continue to search by myself, and I will bring it to the church to show you next time." At this moment, there is really nothing that can stop Emma's determination to see the photos. "Ah, found it!" said Miss Easton Dixon at last, "'Beautiful and Shots' - so it says. I remember the content of the article was written in more praise than the title, and here, there are many His work - this is Rota Maro, look how cute it is - turn the page, and here's a selfie of him. Is this your weekend guest?" It's a photo from an odd angle, full of weird shadows.The composition is good, but not as "lookalike" as a vintage photo.But there was no doubt that the Leslie Seale in the photograph was the same Leslie Seale who now occupied the attic bedroom at Trinin Manor.Otherwise, unless they were twin brothers, both named Leslie and Seale, both happened to be Americans and both were photographers.This fact left Emma speechless. She skimmed through the content of the article, and as Miss Easton Dixon said, it was full of praise for the young man and his work, and the evaluation was high enough to be honored in the Dramatic Arts Monthly.The content of the article is about welcoming him back to the West Bank after half a year of world freedom tour, and recommending his latest celebrity photography, especially Danny Minsky's Hamlet modeling—"Danny Made us laugh and cry, no doubt has made us forget the image of Forbes Robertson before. It's all thanks to Seale's photography skills." - so described in the article. "Yes," Emma said, "that's really—" She almost went on to say "the guy", but she changed it to "the same person!" No, she thought cautiously again, she had no idea how long he would be staying—he was Lavinia's guest—and Miss Easton Dixon would see him before he left. . "If it is really him, please give him my respect for his work," added Miss Easton Dixon. Emma, ​​of course, had no intention of paying any homage to Miss Easton Dixon.She went to vespers, and sat quietly and kindly in her place in the church, which belonged to Trinian, looking very pitiful.This guy is not only good-looking, but also very talented. Now he must be more dangerous.The fame he possessed was simply beyond Walt's reach.no doubt.He must be rich too.Emma is really worried now, he is good-looking enough to scare her, and now he is so famous, how can he have everything everyone wants. If she had the power to summon all the dark powers against him, she would stop at nothing to do so.But she didn't, the only thing she could do was to sit in the church and pray to God and all the angels to bless Elizabeth against all the evil temptations on her life path. "Bless her to be true to Walt.," she prayed, "I'll--" She tried hard to find some scripture saying, but couldn't think of anything at the moment. She had to repeat it again," blessed She was faithful to Walt!" She said nothing more, but left this word to Almighty God. But all the prayers in front of the church seemed to be in vain, and what she saw now was that her precious daughter and Syl walked happily into the garden together through the side door of the manor, as happy as children.She followed them at once along the church path, dismayed all the way by the air of youthful gaiety that belonged to them.Because such a harmonious atmosphere had never appeared between Elizabeth and Walter. "My favorite is the courtyard or the two Renaissance buildings in front of Bird Castle," Elizabeth said.They were clearly playing their favorite game - making fun of those rich Bradford tycoons. "How did he forget to build the moat? What do you think?" Seale asked. "Maybe he used to dig ditches, and now he doesn't want to think about those things anymore." "I guess because he didn't bother digging a ditch at all, just to put water in it. They're the Yankees around here, aren't they?" Elizabeth agreed with him that North America and New England might share blood. After speaking, Syl saw Emma approaching, and greeted her immediately. Afterwards, they followed her into the room, not feeling strange about her appearance at all, but wishful thinking to pass on their pleasure to her . She looked at Elizabeth's little face and tried to remember the last time she had seen her so alive, when she had had such a joy of being so full of life.After a while she remembered that it was Christmas long ago, when she first saw snow and had her first Christmas tree. Before, it was Leslie Seale's beauty that she hated; now, she began to hate Leslie Seale.