No one fired at the tailor's shop until Miss Oria came back.
And now, after Mr. Goldman's daughter comes back, Anna and the others can all have a bite of hot rice.
Mr. Goldman's temper has not changed much after his daughter came back, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that he can be said to be gentle when dealing with Oria.
That kind of tenderness cannot be called intimacy. In fact, if Anna hadn't known that Oria was Mr. Goldman's daughter, she would not have linked the two together in this direction.
This is not because Mr. Goldman is younger, but because the personalities of the two people have many similarities when you think about it carefully.
Anna found that although Miss Oria was gentle, she was not a warm person.
In fact, she seemed to be in poor health.
Miss Oria was ill for some time when the cold spring came. During those days, Mr. Goldman's temper became very bad, and it seemed that the whole world was unhappy. He didn't bother to take care of things in the tailor's shop, and he left trivial matters or customers he didn't want to deal with to Prokhov and Anna.
On this day, a person who hadn't been to the door for a long time came.
That was Miss Eliza before.
After her last stunning appearance, Miss Eliza stole everyone's thunder. A count took a fancy to her.
The count was a well-known and well-known man in Petersburg, about forty years old, and had a wife and a mistress earlier. He also cut ties with the mistress after the birth of their child. This incident was spread as an anecdote in the circle for a while.
But the good times didn't last long. Mr. Earl's wife had died of illness five years ago, and he never remarried and settled in France, which is said to be his wife's native country. This time he saw Miss Eliza at the banquet, because the latter looked very much like his dead wife. So the count took Eliza to France for a while.
It was said in circles that the earl had proposed to Eliza. None of the parties involved has confirmed this statement, but it has been rumored to be very true.
People say that the last thing a courtesan dares to hope for in her life is a normal marriage. Although it is not the first marriage and the other party is twenty years older than Elisa, she can't find a better one. up.
Apparently most people think so.
Today, Anna and the others were fortunate to hear that the person concerned personally affirmed this matter.
"Yes, he proposed to me." Elisa said shyly. Who would have thought that she was a senior courtesan in Petersburg, not a noble lady from some family
"In fact, a week later, Mr. Earl will hold a banquet at which he will announce the news." Eliza said in a sweet tone.
"Congratulations, Miss Eliza." Mr. Prokhov was the first to say so.
Miss Oria knew Miss Elisa earlier than Anna, so her relationship was deeper. They all gave Miss Eliza their blessing.
Miss Eliza thanked everyone, and finally she looked back at Mr. Goldman.
Mr. Goldman is never stingy about things that don’t need to cost money, just need to talk and get something.
"I came here today because I hope that Mr. Goldman can design another dress for me. After all, that day will be a very important day for me. As for the price, Mr. Goldman, I am willing to pay you Best remuneration."
Mr. Goldman beckoned to his maid to bring the things.
"This is a deposit."
It was indeed a very expensive coin. After Mr. Goldman opened it and took a look, he took the order.
"Then please." Miss Eliza bowed to everyone before leaving.
"Good people will always be rewarded." Mr. Prokhov sighed. They all felt that although Miss Eliza was a courtesan, she was gentle and polite, so it was not without reason that she could marry an earl. .
"I'll leave this to you, Pavel."
"What?"
Anna looked at Mr. Goldman with some surprise, and the latter frowned slightly.
"Don't make me always say a sentence twice. Miss Elisa's order is for you." After speaking, Mr. Goldman left the shop and went out.
Miss Oria took a scarf and chased after each other before returning.
"Papa values you very much, Pavel." Miss Oria said with a smile.
"But..." Anna was a little at a loss, as if happiness came too suddenly.
"There's nothing but, he told you to do it because he believed you, my God, I have to congratulate you!" Prokhov patted Anna's shoulder hard, almost causing the latter to fall.
"Yes," Miss Oriah interjected.
She smiled and said, "Even though he's my dad, I have to say, it's pretty hard to get his approval."
All three laughed.
When I went back that day, Anna went to the kitchen to bake blueberry pie.
When Karenin came home, besides the sweet blueberry pie, there was a sweet kiss waiting for her.
"You seem very happy, Anna." Karenin was almost used to his wife's showing emotions.
The servants at home can already turn a blind eye to this, especially Kearney. If there are any unruly servants who pay more attention to this, he will add another rule to him in private.
"Ah, yes, I'll tell you when you're done eating."
"We don't eat sweets after meals, so you can have a little before meals." Anna added, and Karenin had no reason to refuse.
"You can tell me while I'm eating," Karenin finally said.
The conversation with his wife had extended to before dinner. Anna cut a fifth of the blueberry pie for Karenin, kept a fifth for herself, and gave the rest to Sasha.
The sweetness of the blueberry pie was tolerable to Karenin.
Anna told Karenin everything about today in detail, and at the end she blinked her bright eyes at him and said, "Are you happy for me?"
"Yes, I am happy for you, Anna."
Although Karenin's answer didn't seem too emotional, Anna was already very satisfied.
"I hope that I can make beautiful clothes, and when Miss Eliza wears them, she will be proposed on the spot. This is very meaningful."
When his wife described it to him, Karenin looked into the other person's eyes. Although he couldn't fully understand his wife's thoughts, judging from her expression, she felt happy about it, so this must be a meaningful thing. things.
During the following days, Anna became busy again.
The conversation between her and Karenin did not decrease, but the time to go to bed became later and later. From the beginning, it was delayed by ten minutes, but later it was delayed by a full forty minutes.
"It's completely unhealthy."
Karenin, who had finished washing and lay on the bed, planned to see two-tenths of the progress, but didn't even complete one-tenth of the progress, suddenly had an excellent reason.
He looked at the cold quilt next to him, and then at the clock. Finally, he got up and went to the study in cotton slippers.
The place seemed to have acquired the atmosphere of a hostess, and from time to time there would be some warm trinkets. Although the books were neatly arranged, the bookmarks were not in the same position.
For the first time Karenin was very much in agreement with the family doctor's advice.
For the sake of health, people have to go to bed early.
"Anna, you must go to bed," said Karenin.
The latter was still writing and drawing on the drawings. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and was still a little confused. It took him a long time to open his mouth.
"In the past week, your time to fall asleep has been delayed by forty minutes. This is very harmful to your health. I suggest that you must return to your previous work and rest time."
"But I don't have a good idea." Anna was a little distressed.
Karenin looked at her drawings and said, "You need to rest and relax. Don't panic even when the deadline is up."
Karenin thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow we can go to the theater."
Anna woke up completely.
"Is this a date?"
"Yes. You can't stay at home all the time. Tomorrow night at six? I'll book a ticket."
"Okay, I'll dress up!" Anna regained motivation.
"I don't doubt it, but you are really going to bed now," said Karenin again.
Anna stood up, wanting to clear the table.
In fact, when she is alone, although she is not sloppy, she is even tidy, but occasionally she will be lazy. But after sharing a study with Karenin, she has been urging herself not to relax.
When work is over, Anna will tidy up everything.
"Tomorrow, Anna." Karenin stopped his wife.
"May I?"
"Yes. Although I hope that such a thing will not happen in the future. Good office habits will help your work." Karenin said with a straight face, and sometimes he could not avoid preaching to his wife. But luckily, his wife never minded.
"I see." Anna walked over and took her husband's hand. Sometimes she felt as if she had a "disease in which you can't breathe without touching each other." Moreover, it seemed that there was only one brand of antidote—Karenin .
Thinking of this, she amused herself.
Karenin turned his head to look at his wife and asked her what was wrong.
Anna shook her hand, blinked and said, "Look, I'm sick, I like to hold your hand, maybe this illness won't get better for the rest of my life."
After she finished speaking, she was happy again on her own.
Lying on the bed, the candles were all extinguished, she approached her husband, and then heard a low voice.
"It doesn't matter if it's not good."
"What's okay?" Anna asked in a daze.
"Nothing, Anna, good night."
"Good night, Alexey."
In the dark, hearing his wife's even snort, Karenin took her into his arms a little bit, because his wife was afraid of the cold, even if he didn't do this, the former would still rub against him in the middle of the night.
It's like a small soft thing, it keeps scratching your quilt gently with its claws, meowing so that you can't refuse.
"Two people are always warmer than one," thought Karenin.