This necklace is an item that Miss Audrey personally held a ceremony to bless. It has a faint golden aura, which can help the wearer improve bad luck within two months.
Of course, she did not forget to remind Jenkins to finish reading the books on the book list.
Watching Jenkins walk towards the station with his suitcase, the woman sighed and told the driver to go to the next destination. She took out the letter just now, flipped through the envelope, raised her eyebrows, and then took out the letter paper inside.
It was just a short message, but Miss Audrey took a long time to read it.
She frowned and looked at the passers-by outside the window, and summoned the ability to look at the spot in front of her, and sure enough there was another one: [The Guide of Destiny (Purple Fate)].
"Did you make a right bet?"
No one can answer this question.
As soon as he got off Miss Audrey's carriage, he turned the corner and saw the noisy and chaotic Nolan Station. But there was still a carriage parked by the entrance of the alley, and Hathaway waved at Jenkins.
"Hathaway, you don't need to come see me off again, I will be back in a week"
After boarding the carriage, he said the same sentence.
Today's redhead wears a sky-blue dress that Jenkins has never seen before, with layers of lace at the cuffs. She tied the smock directly to reveal part of the petticoat, and like most young girls in this era, she must have taken great care in the color of the petticoat.
"Miss Michael is not here?"
After asking this sentence, the face of the lady who was still maintaining a sweet smile on the other side immediately changed from sunny to cloudy.
He also knew that no matter from which angle he looked at it, this was a stupid question, so he quickly made up for it:
"Oh, I mean, thanks for dropping me off. Thank you very much."
His clumsy appearance made Hathaway's complexion slightly better, but he still pursed his lips:
"This is not okay, Mr. Great Writer, with your current social skills, you will definitely be laughed at in the capital. People there look down on us 'country folks', hmph..."
This is the so-called mocking voice.
"And those veteran nobles also hate people who take advantage of the convenience of the times to obtain titles. Of course, your situation will be better. Take it, our etiquette course has not been finished yet, but I have written the content here You need to spend all your train travel time on this, so that you can possibly solve the difficulties you encounter. Be confident, young gentleman, I know that you have been thinking about staying in the church after arriving in Beldyland... "
What she handed to Jenkins was a notebook with a black cover. After opening it, there were dense and elegant letters inside. Occasionally there are some pencil-drawn illustrations to explain the poses in more detail,
"Well, I really don't know how to thank you."
In fact, Jenkins planned to directly project onto Ruen during the train ride and ask Miss Miller to help with basic etiquette training. He still remembered that Miss Stuart, since she was the princess, there shouldn't be any problems with such things.
Even though he already had such a plan, Hathaway's initiative to help moved him very much. With so much text, it is not easy to copy even once. She probably stayed up all night to write it.
"deeply appreciated."
He thanked again in his heart, and felt a strange sense of warmth.
"That's all right, good luck on your journey, Jenkins."
As she spoke, the woman turned her reddish face away, pretending to be interested in the decoration of the carriage.
Bid farewell to Hathaway, carry the box and hug the cat and continue walking towards the station. This time, there was finally no one blocking the way. After he showed his ticket, he was immediately led to the front of the carriage through the dedicated passage, and he didn't need to mix with the passing passengers at all.
Father, Robert, and Mary had been waiting for him here.
"It's a bit late. The next time I take the train to go out, I have to be at least an hour in advance. Only God can accurately predict when the train will leave."
Papa warned.
This is actually a joke about steam trains, used to mock trains that are never on time.
"It's... oh, it's exactly eight o'clock, I see."
He took a look at his pocket watch from the top pocket of his coat.
Mary recognized at a glance that it was a lady's pocket watch, and she tugged at Robert's sleeve. But Robert Willamette's attention was now on the train, and he had always been interested in this large steam machine.
The four stood in front of the carriage and checked Jenkins' upcoming itinerary. During this period, another middle-aged gentleman, two ladies and an old gray-haired nobleman boarded the carriage.
The last man Father happened to know was Giles Marlowe, a baronet. But unlike the unlucky ones who are submerged in the trend of the times, his two sons both run large factories with huge profits. So this is a real rich and powerful old aristocrat who was recognizable because he used to buy antiques at Papa's.
The departure time was fast approaching, and Jenkins' luggage and cat were sent to his own box, while Mary wept at the last moment.
Jenkins, who was standing at the window, heard Robert comforting him, while his father waved a book at him, probably reminding him not to forget to study this week.
With a huge roar, white steam was spewed into the sky. The metal wheels moved slowly and firmly, and the linkage rod and potential energy drove the carriage to move slowly.
Woo~
The train finally left the platform. Mary hugged Robert and cried loudly. Dad looked at them in bewilderment, then turned around and waved his arms at Jenkins who poked his head out of the window.
Jenkins retracted his head into the carriage until he could no longer see the three people at all. He snorted, blowing the wind for so long at this temperature is really bad for health.
Turning around, the old gentleman I saw just now was standing on the other side of the carriage, watching him while slowly shaking the pipe in his hand.
"I think about the first time I traveled abroad when I was young, and my mother was like that."
He smiled at Jenkins, stroked the carriage with his right hand skillfully, and moved the pipe over.
"Playing cards? There's always some fun to be had in train travel, I suppose."
Train travel in this era is an extremely boring thing, especially when Jenkins' entertainment means are only half a box of books. The train was due to arrive at its destination in the early hours of Wednesday morning, with two stops in between, so he had a long time to suffer from boredom.
As for the card game, he wasn't in that mood.