The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 955 - 40: The Unique Nobility_3

Although Mr. Faraday isn’t lacking, his greatest strength lies in experimental demonstration. Limited by not having received formal mathematical education in his early years, Mr. Faraday is always somewhat lacking in theoretical induction, which is also an important reason why Arthur is able to engage well with him.

Arthur escaped Arago and Guy Lusac’s pursuit and found a quiet place to sit down.

Perhaps feeling anxious and distracted, he didn’t even notice a young and beautiful lady sitting at the other end of the sofa.

Emily’s heart was pounding; she could hardly believe that this noble youth from Britain was so bold, as all the ladies said that the folks from across the sea usually appeared more reserved compared to the noble bloodlines of France.

She looked at his vacant eyes and asked quietly with the typical courage of a Parisian lady: "I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Did you just move to Paris?"

Arthur was taken aback by the question; only then did he notice the lady in the pink dress beside him, the very woman who had criticized "Hastings Case Files" earlier.

After experiencing the double attack from Arago and Guy Lusac, even such a sharp-tongued lady seemed more endearing to Arthur. freewёbnoνel-com

He slightly shook his head: "I’m travelling to Hanover on business, just passing through Paris, so I decided to stop by to see some old friends."

"Business?" Emily suddenly thought of something, stifled her excitement as much as possible, and asked in a peaceful manner: "Do you have a business in Hanover?"

Arthur glanced at this graceful lady and candidly admitted: "No, my business isn’t there. I’ve been assigned to Hanover because I made some mistakes in the Government. Miss, you know how it is; sometimes people have bad luck, and I happen to be going through that phase now."

"Made mistakes?" Upon hearing those words, Emily immediately associated them with something bad, even moving her body slightly further away: "Sir, everything will turn out okay. You won’t be plagued by bad luck forever."

Arthur noticed the lady’s inconsistent behavior but didn’t pay it much mind.

He just wanted to drive the lady away to have the sofa all to himself.

"Well, that’s uncertain. Mistake upon mistake, my position keeps being downgraded. Now I’m a second-class secretary; next month I might be a third-class secretary, and in two years I might end up raising pigs back in the countryside of York."

"Raising pigs?"

Emily’s eyes widened upon hearing the term: "Do you mean to say, you were originally a pig farmer?"

"Not just a pig farmer," Arthur boasted proudly: "I’m quite an expert in husbandry."

Emily nearly fainted; she couldn’t stomach the idea of sitting on the same sofa with a pig farmer, thinking it would soil her beautiful new dress.

She quickly supported her forehead, stood up, and took her leave, saying: "I’m not feeling well, wish you a good evening, sir."

Arthur politely rose and asked: "Do you need me to assist you to the rest area?"

"No need," Emily exclaimed, but quickly realized her overreaction and promptly softened her tone: "I... I’m not that fragile yet. My brothers and father are here, they will look after me."

Arthur watched the lady leave and as Emily just left his view, this London rascal propped up his legs and picked up his small wine glass.

Emily staggered into the ladies’ lounge, and as soon as she entered, a group of aristocratic ladies chatting inside noticed this annoying young miss.

Unlike the group of companions that often surrounded Emily, these genuine aristocratic ladies had everything Emily desired and did not regard this banker’s daughter highly.

They continued their conversation as usual, not caring about the spoiled little canary floating in from outside the room.

"Did you notice Earl Dalmo? My God! He truly is a born gentleman, a true nobleman, every gesture shows his grace."

"He was just telling me about his estate in the countryside. Hearing him talk about hunting is quite fascinating; he’s quite knowledgeable about tanning fox pelts."

"I’ve heard before that English nobility is different from French nobility; they prefer to immerse themselves in the small world of the countryside, studying how to grow wheat and raise pigs. These things seem unbelievable to Parisians; in France, everyone is scrambling to get to Paris, whereas in London, all noble people would rather stay in the countryside every day."

"It’s not just France; Italian nobility likes to go to Florence, Rome, Naples. Spanish and Portuguese nobility flock to Madrid, Lisbon. In this regard, English nobility is somewhat similar to German nobility. But the only difference is that German nobles are too rustic; they are like real farmers, speaking crudely, and their manners aren’t elegant. But English nobility is different, they are as noble as French nobility; some are even more elegant, knowing very well how to take care of a lady’s mood, each movement doesn’t easily overstep boundaries."

"However, I’ve heard that some people think they’re too pretentious. Anna, I think you’re overdoing it. Everyone knows you like England, but France isn’t that bad either."

"True, but just regarding Earl Dalmo, I think he meets the gentleman’s standard. At tonight’s banquet, he is definitely one of the most outstanding individuals."

"It’s a pity, to me, he seems a bit old, though among men in their forties, he’s still the most graceful."

"Is that so? Then leave Earl Dalmo to me, I hear he has a student also at this banquet; you should check out that young man, he’s much younger than Earl Dalmo."

"Haha, Anna, you’re always thinking of good things."

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