In that case, I knew I had a better way of dealing with it, which was to politely reject his invitation. I thought maybe I should scold him to express my anger. When I got back, I could tell them how backfire I had rejected the invitation to have supper with such a bastard! I thought Colonel McAndrew would appreciate my behavior. However, I was worried that I was a clumsy performer and that if the play couldn't be finished smoothly, I would have been wasted. Besides, I already understood that Strickland is now indifferent to my performance. I felt that I could not leave now. Perhaps for the poets and saints, as long as I worked hard on the asphalt every day, beautiful lilies will grow one day.

I paid for the wine and went to a cheap restaurant with him. The restaurant was full of customers and was very noisy and we were feasting here. Of course, the unpleasant conversations before did not hurt our appetite. I was young and didn't care about it, because he lost his conscience. Then we went to a hotel and tasted coffee and sweet wine there. I thought I had conveyed all that was supposed to convey to Mrs. Strickland's commission, and I had done my best.

Although I felt a little guilty, because I seemed very sorry for Mrs. Strickland if I gave up halfway. But I felt that I could not convince him at all because his indifference was too strong. Perhaps only women could have enough enthusiasm to repeat one thing. I comforted myself and said that no matter what, I could try to understand what Strickland thought, and I admit that I was interested in him. But it was not easy, because Strickland would not show himself much.

The real idea is that he is a person with poor eloquence. Language does not seem to be a tool he can control. If you want to communicate with him and understand his true intentions, you must strip away the irrelevant elements of his sentences, including various outdated words, vulgar slang and inadequate gestures. Even so, you can easily find that he is not a boring person because there is something rare in his character, perhaps sincere. This is his first time seeing Paris (if not counting).

The couple came to their honeymoon for their honeymoon), but he didn't seem to be interested in the customs and culture of Paris, nor was he amazed at all. I have been to Paris for at least a hundred times, and every time I feel very excited. Every time I walk on the streets of Paris, I will fantasize that there will be an adventure right away. However, Strickland did not respond to these. Looking back now, I think he could not see these flashy things at that time, and only those things that could touch the depths of his soul in his eyes.

At this time, something ridiculous happened. There were several prostitutes in the tavern; some had male companions, some did not. As soon as we entered, I found that there was a prostitute always looking at us. Every time her eyes were in contact with Strickland's gaze, she would smile, but I guess Strickland did not notice her existence at all. Not long after, she walked out of the tavern, but soon came back. When she passed by us, she expressed her hope to ask us to buy some drinks for her and behaved very politely. Then she sat down, and I talked to her for a while, and found that her target was indeed Strickland. I told her that he was not very good at French. So she tried to speak some inauthentic French to him and used many gestures to assist.

For some reason, she thought that he was easier to understand, and in addition, she would also say five or six British words. If there were any words, she could only say them in French, and she asked me to translate them for her, and asked me eagerly about his reply. Strickland had a good temper and even thought it was a bit funny, but obviously did not take her into consideration.

"I think you just conquered a heart." I said with a smile.

"Okay, but I don't think there's anything to be proud of."

If I switch positions with him, I would feel embarrassed and would not be as calm as him. This is a young woman, her eyes always contain smiles and her mouth is very delicate and cute. I am very curious about why such a charming woman fell in love with Strickland. Is there anything in him that is particularly favored by the opposite sex? She is generous and expresses her requirements clearly, hoping that I will translate for her.

"She wants you to take her home."

"I don't need a woman," he replied.

I told her his answer tactfully; I thought it was too lack of grace to refuse other people's invitations so firmly. So I told her that he didn't have much money, so I had to refuse her invitation.

"But I fell in love with him at first sight," she said, "to tell him for help, I invited him because of love."

I did as I did. After listening to my translation, Strickland was impatient and shrugged at me.

"Tell her to get out of here," he said.

His angry face was clear. The girl understood it, and she quickly raised her head and turned around. Despite the concealment of the makeup, I could still see that her face was flushing. She stood up.

"I think this gentleman probably doesn't know how to write the word politeness," she said.

She walked out of the tavern. I was a little angry.

"Why did you insult her like this? Is it necessary?" I said, "She didn't look down on you anyway."

"I'm very disgusting." He was also angry.

I opened my eyes wide and stared at him curiously. His face was indeed full of disgust, but don't forget that his face originally showed a lustful and rough appearance. I guess it was the roughness on his face that aroused her interest.
Chapter completed!