The club where the two aristocratic ladies met was on Sheftier Avenue, and the agency through which Jenkins hired the maids was also on this street.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when he got out of the carriage with the cat.
"Why can he go in?"
As soon as he stepped into the door, he heard someone talking next to him. As soon as he turned his head, a young man grabbed his hat and pointed at Jenkins and complained loudly to the club guard who was pulling him aside.
He has a lot of freckles on his face, his nose is a little red, his face is thin, and his hairline is a little set back.
Seeing that Jenkins noticed this, he immediately put his finger down again, and smiled apologetically:
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't take it against you. I just complained about the injustice to this gentleman."
Judging from the attire of the young man, this should be a college student who is still in school. Jenkins had also recently learned how to judge people's incomes based on their clothing, so he believed that this man made about the same income as the art student Blake Wirth he shot dead on a rainy night.
"This person has no grievances with me, why do I use such a dejected metaphor?"
Thinking in his heart, he subconsciously stopped.
"May I ask what happened?"
He asked the guard next to him.
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Williams."
He lowered his head slightly, and then explained in a muffled voice:
"This Mr. George Liverpool wanted to break into the club, but he wasn't invited by any of the ladies."
Young Mr. Liverpool blushed immediately, and he lowered his head hastily, pretending to straighten his tie in front of his shirt. In the process of being driven out by the guards just now, the two had some scuffles.
"This Mr. Williams is invited, so he can come in."
The guard spoke to Liverpool again, and warned:
"This club is a private territory. If you still want to break into it, you will be sent to Carfax Field."
The guard's handling was so appropriate that Jenkins shrugged and went on with his business.
"I seem to hear the quarrel outside."
As soon as the door was opened, Miss Michelle heard Hathaway asking this question.
"Someone was trying to break into the club."
He replied casually, smiling and nodding at the two ladies, and handing the hat and coat to the maid who was serving.
The two ladies stood up at the same time, and Hathaway stepped back half a step, making Miss Michael's position more prominent.
"Lord William, long time no see."
Miss Michael smiled and stretched out her right hand in a drooping pose. Her hands were beautiful, and she didn't wear a ring, just a pair of long-sleeved white lace gloves.
Jenkins froze for a moment, and Hathaway immediately compared the number 23 with her lowered hand. He immediately thought of the hand kiss in the middle of page 23 of the notebook. Although he had studied it carefully, this was the first time he encountered it.
He coughed, walked forward with a smile, bowed his head and stood at attention, then held the right hand of the blonde girl with his right hand, bowed his head and kissed the back of her finger symbolically with his slightly closed lips.
He smelled a strong smell of incense powder, and his nose was a little itchy.
"I remember that this seems to be an etiquette that can only be done when facing a married lady."
He wondered in his heart, guessing that maybe his study was not serious and he missed some important knowledge points.
The three sat down, and the maids brought tea and snacks, and Jenkins also took out the gifts he had bought.
Miss Michael was given a handmade quill, of course, in this era, the ornamental value of this thing is far greater than the use value; a unique painted pottery figurine was given to Hathaway, the image is probably with open arms Angel.
The latter was taken from the church by Bishop Strick when he heard that he was short of a souvenir when he left the Holy See. It is said that he was blessed by Pope Pontiff IV.
"It can't be George Liverpool again who is making noise outside?"
"Yes, is he famous?"
asked Jenkins, picking out candies for the chocolate.
"Mr. Liverpool and Ms. Jennifer Lawrence are both studying at the St. Chekhov Steam Power Technical Institute. It is normal for a man to fall in love with a woman at first sight."
Even though she made such an evaluation, Miss Michel's tone was quite indifferent. She snorted softly, then shook her head, leaned out and pushed Jenkins' teacup and some snacks closer to him.
"Miss Lawrence doesn't like Liverpool?"
"Jennifer doesn't even know who he is, and recently thought she had a stalker."
This sentence was still answered by Miss Michel, and Hathaway still had the cowardly look that didn't like to talk. At times, Jenkins felt like she was better at acting than he was.
Although she has not discovered that Jenkins has appeared around her in many different identities.
"That's a real pity."
Jenkins whispered, and finally chose a green candy from the candy box. Since chocolate likes the Orb of Life, it should also like it.
Jenkins is not at all interested in the story of the young poor student pursuing the rich lady, so the topic is gently debunked and entered the main topic of the great writer's travel story.
The two ladies were very interested in the Queen and Miss Windsor, and they never tired of asking about the details of their clothes and expressing their opinions.
"I've heard some interesting rumors..."
Miss Mihail changed the subject, and gently shook the teacup with a spoon: "I heard that last week, there was a formal duel between the nobles in the city of Belduran. One of the writers, Mr., stole the limelight."
Hathaway also covered her mouth and smiled gracefully.
"Oh, sort of."
He said embarrassingly, because in his opinion, defeating an ordinary person head-on was not something worth boasting about. He really wanted to share his experience of watching the circus, it was really exciting, but noble girls would not like such vulgar things.
"Little Galvin has completely humiliated this time. When I saw him last time at the Opera House in Beldurin, I knew he would not be a smart person."
"Probably provoked, young people are always like this."
He answered absent-mindedly, thinking of the lion that jumped through the fire hoop, maybe he could train Chocolate to play with this.
"Aren't you a young man too?"
Miss Mihail asked back, signaling to a maid in a white apron to refill tea for everyone.
"I mean the psychological age. There is a gap between some people's real age and the age of self-perception."
"But the Galvin family is really in trouble. You should have read the latest newspaper."
PS: The main storyline of this volume will start immediately, everyone should be a little patient with such semi-daily plots.
Ask for a ticket.
Another: school is about to start, and I have to go back to do my graduation thesis, and I get a headache just thinking about it.