Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 439 435. Bang~
Ever since she met Carvey and ate the white bean and chicken casserole he ordered, Mayer has been caught up in a difficult life decision and unable to extricate herself.

Interviewing social circles, entering social circles, and becoming a member of social circles has always been his dream, and even his obsession. But with the double label of Jewish ancestry and the descendant of scavengers, Mayer can't see the future at all.

The only person who could be considered a friend in the social circle was Théophile Gautier, a pioneer of aestheticism and honorary chairman of the National Fine Arts Committee. In the end, he was just a "servant" who managed the salon for Princess Mathilde. At the age of 56, he might still get a sinecure in the bureaucracy, and when he retires, he will completely withdraw from the historical stage of Paris.

Mayer admired and even worshipped Gautier, but his artistic attainments did not bring him any benefits. Instead, his commoner status at birth determined the direction of his life.

Mayer didn't want that.

On the morning of the 17th, Paris received news from Switzerland that the special train of the Austrian Emperor and Empress was about to leave Zurich and was expected to arrive in Paris on the afternoon of the 19th. The new Parisian magazine where Mayer worked was well-informed and told many writers to remember to write, and Mayer was no exception.

He originally wanted to find Kavi to find out what was going on, but unfortunately, he naturally couldn't find someone who couldn't even find the Prince of Wales.

Mayer, who had nothing to write, could only go back and forth between several salons these two days, but what he got in response was not the paintings and fine wine in the salons, but endless rejections.

Fortunately, God did not give up on him, allowing him to unexpectedly have some interactions with Charles As, who also had Jewish ancestry.

Perhaps because of the blood relationship, As was quite friendly to him and taught him a lot. Now they were at the train station together, and he kindly reminded him during a casual chat: "Don't think that the royal family in Vienna is easier to deal with than the royal family in Paris. Sometimes the history of the Habsburgs makes them even more arrogant. When they identify with you, it's often not true, but they want to get something from you."

"get something?"

"Money, but more importantly, happiness." As was no longer surprised, and said calmly, "There are always a few disgusting moments in our lives when we have to experience almost inevitable humiliation. Don't be afraid of being despised, because that is all false. What we need to hold on to is something real!"

This may be the reason why As is so obsessed with the Jockey Club and why Mayer has always wanted to enter the upper social circle.

The train slowly pulled in, and As returned to Countess Melanie of Portale, becoming a rare male character among the many ladies.

Mayer wanted to say hello to Kavi who was not far away, but he soon discovered that the reason why As did not go to find the Prince of Wales, but chose Melanie as a second choice, was because Kavi was already surrounded by princes, grand dukes and other nobles of all kinds, leaving no room for them to stay.

He called a cheap photographer to point the camera at Kavi Hines and record everything. He made a few notes in his notebook and prepared to insert them into the manuscript when he went back to write:
[The great success of the operation on the evening of the 11th for the princes and nobles, as well as the private banquet held by the Austrian Emperor after his arrival in Paris today, have really shifted people's attention to Dr. Kavi Hines' status and reputation, rather than his surgical skills that ordinary people cannot appreciate. People finally saw clearly that under his bloody doctor's coat he was wearing a shirt called "Socialite" inlaid with supreme glory gems.]
Meyer repeatedly looked at the character composition and the passage in front of him, and after revising a few words, he turned the page with satisfaction. He chose a corner to lean against, fanning away the steam that kept coming, and summarized the situation around him:

[In the morning, a transport team delivered a box full of newly made Austro-Hungarian flags, which were planted all over the Paris train station. Although the French flag was still flying in the sky and French was still spoken here, the German mixed in still made people feel a sense of disharmony as if they were in Vienna.

At noon, noble dukes, government ministers, bankers, entrepreneurs and celebrities from all walks of life came to the train station to discuss the merger of Austria and Hungary, the great achievements of Emperor Franz of Austria, and the virtue and beauty of the Queen.

Of course, the arrogant Prussians were not among them, and they would not participate in the activities to welcome the Austrian emperor at all.

If any of them were lucky enough to pass by the train station, they would have seen too many parades gathered on the boulevard outside the train station, including farmers in smocks and farm women from the fields, as well as sailors, workers, craftsmen, and waiters standing along the street, just to see the true face of the Austro-Hungarian Emperor and pay tribute to him.
Mayer pondered over the text again and again, and when she felt there was no problem, she closed the notebook completely and carefully observed the welcoming ceremony that followed.

After the special train stopped at the first station, the French Foreign Minister, Marquis Lionel, who had been waiting on the platform for a long time, boarded the luxury carriage accompanied by several guards to welcome the arrival of the Austrian Emperor. Soon, he accompanied Franz and Elizabeth out of the carriage and briefly reviewed the guard of honor amid the salutes and music of the welcoming team.

As Meyer expected, after the review, the first person Franz found was Kavi. Although the Austrian emperor and the nobles around him shook hands and greeted him, he firmly believed that the person Franz wanted to see most was Kavi Heins.

So after a brief greeting, the group walked towards the entrance of the train station. Franz walked in front, and beside him, there was only Kavi, a thin stranger in black. Even the beautiful Queen Elizabeth was left behind.

Then he boarded the carriage, waved to the welcoming crowd, and went to the palace to take a short rest before attending Kavi's dinner after nightfall.
Suddenly Mayer had some new ideas.

Perhaps Kawi's proposal and his pursuit are not a choice between two options. In today's situation, the two have a lot in common and can coexist. As As said just now, don't pay attention to other people's ridicule and hostility, and always pay attention to more practical things.

Meyer followed the team and slowly moved towards the gate. He was thinking about how to talk to Kavi when he suddenly heard an unusually dull sound wrapped in a human voice.

After a brief silence, the second and third shots were fired.
The crowd began to scream and run away.

Mayer realized that everything she had just written was useless.

Early in the morning on the 19th, as usual, Nora was the first to get up, feed the cat and the children, and then watch the maids and servants start their day's work.

The nature of her job seems to be that of a housekeeper, but the affairs she needs to take care of also include a considerable amount of work done by a personal maid.

Today is the day when Emperor Franz comes to Paris. There is also a banquet hosted by Cavill in the evening. Morasso and Marianne must dress up to attend. Nora needs to put on makeup for Marianne, arrange her clothes, hat, and boots, prepare items to bring, jewelry, and rent a carriage. Of course, in order to deal with emergencies, she also needs to prepare a small amount of food, rain gear, and spare clothes.
Whether to use it or not is one thing, whether to be prepared or not is another.

At noon, she took off the housekeeper's black uniform and changed into a relatively new maid's outfit, which was actually an old outfit that Marianna usually wore casually. It was just a little too big for her figure, and there was no matching jewelry, so in the eyes of some people, it was not as neat as the housekeeper's uniform.

But Nora didn't care about all this. Since the Countess asked her to put on her clothes, she would do so without hesitation.

Before the trip, she also needed to choose a helper for herself. It was already a headache for her to serve Marianna and Morasso alone, and she also had to help take care of the black cat. If she was responsible for the next ten hours, even the strongest person would be exhausted. "Ayesha, come here." Nora told her what to do next, then included her in the entourage list and gave her a set of clothes similar to hers, "Put it on, and follow the Countess to the train station!"

"Me? I want to go too?" Aisha looked embarrassed. "I'm just sweeping the floor and washing clothes. No need."

Nora felt very strange and said earnestly, "You have always said that maids have a low status and are exhausted from doing this and that all day. The Countess has always been in need of a personal maid to serve her daily life. Many people are eyeing this position, and many people want to follow. Why are you unwilling?"

Ayesha didn't know the concept of a personal maid. She always felt that even if she became a personal maid, she would be controlled by Nora: "Forget it, I'm not interested. 1 If the Countess really needs it, you can do it."

"Me? I can't."

Nora shook her head, then took two steps forward and smoothed her collar. "A personal maid needs to manage the countess's clothes, which requires certain tailoring skills. She also needs to manage cosmetics, and there are requirements for the matching of makeup and clothing and jewelry. At the same time, because she is always serving closely, her personality cannot be too cold, but must be enthusiastic and cheerful. I am definitely not suitable."

Nora's tone was the same as before, sounding like a machine without feeling, but the content of her words and her actions surprised Ayesha. She stood there in a daze, secretly sighing in her heart, "Finally, she has some self-awareness."

"You've always said that I bully you." Nora sighed and explained, "When you become a personal maid, you will have your own authority and you don't have to listen to my orders."

"Really?"

"of course."

If all this was true, the garbage life that Ayesha had talked about seemed to be about to say goodbye to her. She quickly imagined several pictures in her mind, but it didn't take long before she was overwhelmed by a bunch of negative emotions.

I have found the right people and made the right preparations. It's too late to give up now.

Ayesha rarely smiled in front of Nora and said, "Now that you mention it, I really want to go, but I haven't been feeling well these days. I'm afraid that if I make a mistake, it will affect the image of the Countess. I'd better go find Leila and Selena."

"Okay then." Nora said with some regret, and looked at her collar before leaving, "Remember to sew the buttons when you have time."

"Ah."

Nora always felt that Ayesha was a little strange, but she didn't think too much about it. After all, there were too many tasks today and she didn't have time to think about anything else.

At 1 p.m., Morasso and Marianne's carriage left the hotel.

Morasso had few friends in Paris. The only people he could talk to were General Leboeuf and Marshal MacMahon, as well as some old acquaintances in Vienna and Kavi.

However, after the kidnapping of Kavi and a large number of thefts, Leboeuf has been busy at the headquarters, helping Henry maintain law and order. McMahon, on the other hand, is indifferent to worldly affairs, staying in his manor in the suburbs every day, and did not even attend the opening ceremony of the World Expo. The remaining few old friends are either working or having social events, while Kavi.
Kavi has now become a hot commodity in the entire Parisian social circle. His title of count is really nothing in front of those people, and he is not in the mood to join in the fun. On the contrary, as soon as Marianne arrived at the train station, many women dressed in fancy clothes surrounded her and chatted with her, and then took this opportunity to stroke the cat in her arms.

Morasso felt a little helpless, but he had already let it go, after all, Franz was about to arrive.

When the train arrived at the station, he stood behind the guard of honor, holding Marianne's hand, waiting for his friend to leave the carriage. But Franz still followed basic etiquette and followed the instructions of the French Foreign Minister throughout the whole process. He only made some eye contact with Morasso when inspecting the guard of honor.

Morasso knew that he was tired from negotiating with the Hungarians in Budapest and had taken such a long train ride, so he had nothing to complain about. But when he was about to hold his wife's hand and catch up with the team, he found that Marianne had already walked to Elizabeth's side when he saluted the Austrian emperor, becoming the focus of all the ladies in the train station.

A bit of loneliness slowly crept into his heart, and finally he simply pushed through the crowded crowd next to him, squeezed to the front of the entire team, and found Nora who had been waiting for them at the entrance of the train station: "I'm not used to this kind of welcome ceremony, so I'd better get on the carriage first. Where is our carriage parked?"

"It's at the corner at the end of the street." Nora turned behind her and pointed to a place.

"so far away?"

"We arrived late, and the parking lot in front is full, so it's not easy for them to move." Nora looked at Franz and Elizabeth not far away and said, "The Count should get in the car first. According to the arrangements in Paris, Her Majesty the Queen should have her own car, and my wife and I may have to get in her car."

"This"

Marianne could get in Elizabeth's car, but Morasso couldn't get in Franz's, after all, there were only four seats.

Damn, even that cat is more noble than me!!!

Just as Morasso was complaining about himself, a figure quickly squeezed through the parade on the street. He wore a strange mask and hood, hiding his entire face in the dark. He ignored people's reactions to the shoves and just stared at Franz who was about to walk out of the train station gate not far away.

Years of combat experience allowed him to immediately detect the "danger". As for whether it was really dangerous or not, he decided to stop the man first.

However, the opponent's action was very decisive. Morasso took out a pistol from his pocket as soon as he reacted. A revolver was frequently used for close-range shooting during the American Civil War. As long as the bullets and gunpowder were loaded in advance, it could fire six bullets in a short period of time.
Morasso's mind flashed through the basic introduction of the gun, but before he could say anything, he heard a "bang"~