I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 386 Mrs. Vincent

Mrs. Vincent, who was standing at the second-floor window overlooking the guests below, saw the strange-looking steel off-road vehicle and asked the people around her, "What kind of vehicle is that? Why is there no horse? Is it a London steam train?"

The man next to Mrs. Vincent, whose age was not obvious, stroked his mustache and said, "Don't you know the reputation of this car? I thought everyone in Hampshire knew about it."

Mrs. Vincent tilted her head slightly to glance at him, and said with a forced smile, "Oh, is that a big deal? I heard that steam cars are prone to overturning, and only low-class workers in London ride them."

"It's not a steam car, it's a tram."

"Tram? What is this?"

"The American Franklin once drew electricity from the sky, and that car also used electricity from the sky."

“Ha.” Mrs. Vincent stopped talking, the expression on her face clearly showed disbelief.

The man pointed at the SUV and said, "Did you see that lady?"

Mrs. Vincent looked in the direction of his finger and saw a girl with black hair as white as snow jumping out of the car with an innocent smile on her face, different from ordinary white girls.

Seeing this, Mrs. Vincent raised her eyebrows slightly: "She doesn't look like a gentleman."

"Of course she is a superior person. I heard that she is a fugitive princess from the East." The man smiled evilly with great interest.

Mrs. Vincent suddenly realized, "So she is the newly appointed Countess by His Majesty. Then the one next to her must be Earl Owen of Fucui Villa."

"Yes, they are the two of them, the lucky ones who can summon the gods. It is said that the tram was given by the gods."

"Nonsense." Mrs. Vincent had just returned to England not long ago. She had lived in the West Indies with her husband for a year, so she didn't know the new owner of Fucui Villa.

Seeing that Mrs. Vincent didn't believe it, the man didn't argue with her, but just smiled and said nothing.

Mrs. Vincent stopped looking out the window, lifted her skirt, turned around and went downstairs. She was going to meet the fugitive princess from the East.

Xia Qingdai and Owen were guests who arrived relatively late. When they entered the hall, they found it was already crowded with people.

Although it was winter, there were still many girls wearing off-shoulder dresses and furs. There were two fireplaces in the front and back of the ballroom, and the fires were burning brightly, so the girls would not be too cold in this outfit.

When the dance starts, I won't feel cold when I dance. Xia Qingdai was dressed similarly and attracted many eyes as soon as she entered the dance hall.

Owen, who came in with Xia Qingdai, was pulled away by several men as soon as he arrived, while Caroline, her daughter and others had not arrived yet.

In fact, the speed of the large carriage they were riding in should not be slower than that of the buggy. It was only because old Mrs. Owen did not dare to ride in a fast carriage, fearing that the road would be slippery in winter and the carriage would overturn that the driver forced the carriage to slow down.

At this time, Xia Qingdai had no acquaintances around her. She looked for Jane among the group of girls but didn't see her, so she decided to sit alone in the rest area for a while and eat some fruit.

"Oh, dear Xia, you're here at last." Miss Brown walked towards her arm in arm with a lady whom Xia Qingdai didn't look very familiar with.

Xia Qingdai, who was very blind to foreign faces, was not sure whether the lady in front of her was someone she knew. So she simply smiled politely at the two of them, and remained unchanged in the face of all changes.

Miss Brown solved her puzzlement the next moment, and she introduced: "This is Mrs. Vincent, my cousin's wife. Cousin, this is Countess Xia Qingdai whom I mentioned to you. Like you, she has been to many places and has a wide range of knowledge." "Hello, Miss Xia, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I hope you have a good time today."

"Hello, Mrs. Vincent, it's nice to meet you. It's a pity that you didn't come to the last ball at Fucui Villa." Xia Qingdai was indeed face-blind and could not recognize foreigners, but she could still remember all their names. She knew exactly who came to the last charity ball and who didn't.

"Yes, very sorry. My husband and I had just arrived in London, and had not yet returned to Bolton."

After a few simple pleasantries, Mrs. Vincent asked her curiously, "I heard that you are from the East. Which country in the East? China? Or Arabia? Are you really an exiled princess?"

Before the mid-eighteenth century and earlier, Europeans had the impression that the East was elegant, glorious, magnificent and rich, and they were full of yearning for it.

Chinese tea, porcelain and silk are even more famous in Europe. Several European royal families are proud to have Chinese porcelain and drink tea, so they also use "porcelain" to refer to China.

But with the development of the British Industrial Revolution, by the end of the 18th century, China had lost its former mystery and elegance in their eyes. Not only were they not very awed, but there was even some malicious intent.

Mrs. Vincent followed her husband in the West Indies and treated human life as worthless. She had no respect for foreigners and was more interested in exploring Xia Qingdai than making friends with her.

Xia Qingdai was very sensitive to the arrogance emanating from her, so she avoided answering and instead praised Miss Brown's clothes and appearance that day.

Mrs. Vincent was not someone who could be dismissed simply by talking around the subject; she continued to ask more questions.

Xia Qingdai just ignored him, but luckily the dance started soon. What she didn't expect was that a bearded man who she felt was a complete stranger asked her to dance before Owen.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I already have a dance partner." Xia Qingdai refused to dance with a stranger. That was not relaxation, but torture.

"Oh! Then I hope I shall have the honor of taking the second turn."

Owen squeezed through the crowd and came to Xia Qingdai at this time, and said to the bearded man: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Ryan Brick, I have also booked my cousin's second dance."

Xia Qingdai smiled brightly at Owen and put her hand directly into his, as if to tacitly agree with what he said.

Seeing this, Mr. Ryan Brick turned around tactfully and invited Miss Brown who was also there. The latter was very polite and did not refuse.

Although both of them were related to Mrs. Vincent, they were not familiar with each other.

"Owen, do you know that Brick just now?"

"I met him once. He is Mrs. Vincent's cousin."

"Oh." Xia Qingdai understood their relationship and was no longer curious. She did not continue to focus her energy on them.

The whole dance party was quite enjoyable for Xia Qingdai. She didn't know how to dance every dance, but she danced quite a few.

I also met several officers' wives and daughters, and danced with the host of the ball, the youngest son of an officer.

Most of the time, her dance partner was Owen. She would refuse invitations from others if possible.