Evan turned around in an instant to look at the door of the church. There was a man standing against the light. His thin body was glowing faintly under the sunlight. His face was still indifferent and his expression was still solemn. The eyes of the person are still arrogant, and he can't see the way he was angry and angry when he was in the alley that day.
Mrs. Lawrence jumped up from the ground almost like a fly. She walked to the Duke with tears on her face, and said choked up, "You're here too, that kid John will be happy."
Duke Wilson gently took Mrs. Lawrence's scrawny hand and whispered, "John has worked for a year, and I am very satisfied with his work. It is also appropriate to come and send him away."
The expression on Mrs. Lawrence's face could almost be regarded as grateful. She humbly bowed her legs to the Duke: "I am so grateful to you, my gracious Lord."
And Arya, who had been generous just now, was standing in the corner with her head lowered. The excited blush on her face had not subsided, but her beautiful eyes were a bit gloomy. The Duke hated her very much. She knew this very well.
But at this moment, the Duke suddenly said, "Who was giving the speech just now?"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Arya's face, but Evan's expression tightened.
"Yes... it's me, the Duke." Arya, like a young girl, stumbled and saluted the Duke.
Duke Wilson looked at Arya, as if thinking of something, he turned his head to look at Dr. Hester, and whispered: "Is this your daughter?"
Dr. Hester nodded nervously.
A smile appeared on the Duke's face: "You taught her very well, and being able to say such a thing proves that she is not a mediocrity."
A relieved smile appeared on Dr. Hester's face immediately, and it seemed that the Duke had forgiven Arya for her recklessness last time.
"Thanks for your compliment, Lord Duke." Dr. Hester nodded slightly.
Duke Wilson nodded and moved his eyes to Evan again, but this time he didn't want to talk to Evan. His eyes flashed, and he didn't stop for a moment, and Evan's heart suddenly rang out. , The influence of the heroine is indeed endless. He has tried his best not to let these two meet, but he did not expect that there will be today's troubles.
Evan looked at Mrs. Lawrence angrily for a while, but found that the poor old lady who lost her beloved son was shocked. The words of the Duke just now obviously refuted her opinion. Arya's accusation, she can't imagine, the Duke clearly came to mourn John, but he helped Arya, the slut, to speak.
Seeing that Mrs. Lawrence was about to start the war again, Evan hurriedly stepped forward to support Mrs. Lawrence's arm. He could no longer give Arya a chance to express herself. Just looking at Arya's appearance, I was afraid that she already had a heart. If they were moved, if these two people looked at each other, the death rate in the small town of Delanlier would rise rapidly.
"Mrs. Lawrence, the funeral is about to begin. You don't want any discordant things to happen at John's funeral." Evan whispered in Mrs. Lawrence's ear.
Mrs. Lawrence was suddenly startled, looked up at Evan, then nodded thoughtfully, and stood back to Mr. Lawrence.
Evan was relieved for a moment, but when he turned to look at the Duke, he found that he was talking to the strange lady.
To be honest, Mrs. Lawrence suddenly attacked just now. He also looked at this lady. After all, she was the daughter-in-law chosen by the shrewd Mrs. Lawrence. When she arrived, there was only a sneer in her eyes. She didn't lift her eyelids from beginning to end, but at this time, she spoke to the Duke with a smile on her face.
Evan just felt a little strange in his heart.
"I didn't expect you to know Miss Catherine too." The Duke said to Lady Lawrence with a smile.
Mrs. Lawrence had regained her senses at this time, but her face was still a little stiff: "John knows Miss Catherine's father."
The John in Mrs. Lawrence's mouth was Mr. Lawrence. Their father and son shared a Christian name, and he nodded towards Duke Wilson at this time, his expression unchanged.
Duke Wilson laughed softly, but Miss Catherine took the opportunity to say, "My father attaches great importance to his friendship with Mr. Lawrence. After this incident, my father was also very sad, so I came to the funeral."
Mrs. Lawrence looked at Catherine almost with guilt: "Miss Catherine, you are such a good girl, it's a pity that you and John..."
"Mrs. Lawrence!" Before Mrs. Lawrence could finish speaking, Miss Catherine interrupted her immediately: "Today is John's funeral, so let's not say some useless words to affect Mr. Pastor's work." Catherine's face His smile was slightly pale.
Mrs. Lawrence also knew that she had lost her words, and hurriedly lowered her head.
Evan stood aside and watched, thinking about it, but this was not the time to think about it, Evan immediately stepped onto the altar and began to preside over the funeral.
Duke Wilson was sitting in the first row of the church pews. He lowered his eyebrows and did not look at Evan. Evan felt a little awkward, but he still completed his speech to John excellently.
When John was finally buried in the tomb of the Lawrence family in the east of the public cemetery, Duke Wilson left again. Looking at Duke Wilson's carriage away, Evan's expression froze for a moment, and he was still thinking too much. It's too simple, and Duke Wilson clearly has a knot in his heart.
When Evan threw the first handful of soil to John's coffin, the whole funeral finally entered the final moment. All relatives and friends stood on both sides, watching John's coffin being buried bit by bit, Mrs. Lawrence She almost collapsed, but fortunately Dr. Hester gave her a sedative in time.
Evan was quite sure that Dr. Hester should have expected this scene long ago, so he took the tranquilizer out of his pocket.
After the funeral, Evan returned to the church alone. He sat in the church hall and looked at the crucifix, but he became more and more uncertain. He didn't know what the Duke's attitude towards him was and whether it was really since then. Turn a blind eye again.
At the same time, Evan's defense against Arya has reached the peak. Today, the Duke clearly expressed his appreciation to Arya. If these two people really come together, then everything he has done will be lost. significance.
Evan's eyes became firm in an instant. He would never allow this to happen. He remembered the Duke's rage very well. Even if he didn't get the glory and wealth, he couldn't really die in this place in a daze. .
Evan turned around and left the church. He needed to think about how to make the two of them miss out.
**
Duke Wilson was sitting in the carriage, but his emotions were very complicated. Pastor Bruce was like a light to him. He had never seen such a noble person in his life, and he also cherished his friendship with him very much. But now, he doesn't know how to face him.
"Lord Duke." The carriage stopped suddenly: "A gentleman outside stopped the carriage." The driver's voice was a little uneasy.
Duke Wilson frowned slightly and opened the carriage door with his hand.
Next to the carriage stood a middle-aged man who thought he was gentle and refined. He wore the most formal black suit and the hat on his head was very well made. At first glance, he was indeed a very decent gentleman.
"Mr. Johnson?" The Duke's expression was a little puzzled. Johnson was the town's lawyer and also his lawyer, but at this time...
Johnson had apparently arrived from the funeral.
"Lord Duke, please forgive me for being rude, but I really have something important to discuss with you now." Johnson's face flashed a trace of discomfort.
Duke Wilson frowned in dissatisfaction: "What is so urgent that you make such a rash act?"
Mr. Johnson's face was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, this matter is about your opening of the textile factory in the suburbs of Derain. I have to discuss it with you before I dare to make a decision."
Speaking of this textile factory, the Duke's face is not very good: "Come up."
He had invested ten thousand pounds in the mill, and if anything went wrong, he himself would suffer great losses.
Mr. Johnson breathed a sigh of relief and hurried into the carriage.
"What's the matter?" asked the Duke at once, before Mr. Johnson could sit down.
Mr. Johnson hesitated for a moment, and then immediately said: "My lord, the opening of the textile factory may be postponed."
Duke Wilson looked cold and looked straight at Johnson: "What's going on? I already made an additional investment last time, why do I need to postpone it?"
Johnson's heart felt guilty when he was stared at by Duke Wilson. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly explained: "And... it's not a matter of funding, it's a legal issue. Now Yorkshire has restricted factories. The opening conditions of your factory, you still need some approval documents from the county council, I will prepare them immediately, please don’t worry, it’s just that the council’s approval will take some time.”
Duke Wilson looked at Johnson coldly: "You'd better solve the legal problem for me as soon as possible, and I will solve the problem on the parliament side by myself."
Johnson nodded hastily, he almost forgot that this Duke Wilson was a member of the House of Lords.
Duke Wilson put Mr. Johnson down in the town center of Derain, and in the current situation, he did not have much patience with Mr. Johnson.