The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 402 Ch401 Etiquette and Old Collins's Respect

Chapter 402 Ch.401 Etiquette and the dignity of old Collins

"What? You're going too?"

The girl sitting on the round stool was particularly elegant today - she really looked like a wealthy lady, with her legs together and leaves hanging from her skirt, like a slightly swaying flower.

She also likes to complain like the rich lady.

"Oh my god, you have never seen this before, Roland. My feeling these past two days is like I suddenly had a mother, and then she hung herself by my bedside again."

Even if the girl whose mother died said this, the hand holding the tray, the fingers holding the ear of the cup, and even the shoulders were like a ship on the calm sea - at least from a distance, they were still.

Nice etiquette.

Rose learned quickly.

"I paid for my life, Roland." Lilian Rose Vansittart believed that it took her about twenty years, or more, to learn this.

Her efforts were exhausted and she was almost driven to death by those teachers.

——Teachers probably think so too.

"...They taught me how to enjoy getting dressed and take off clothes, do you believe it? Who with a head on his neck can't get dressed and take off clothes by himself? Can he still enjoy this thing?"

Lilian was indignant.

In fact, she really doesn't enjoy it.

Real adults, ladies, and even gentlemen and nobles don't have to do the tedious process of dressing and undressing themselves: including washing, they have someone to serve them the whole time.

This involves a problem.

Take a bath.

The fashions of the rich include bathing, which further differentiates them from the poor: especially the spiced soaps, incense, ointments and wood chips, which make people smell good all day long, and there is no smell of sweat. Smelly.

It's really not cheap.

So, bathing is an important part of becoming a rich lady.

"...I was changing clothes while being stared at by two maids. It was so embarrassing, Roland, you can't imagine it."

"It's really hard for me to imagine."

"I didn't let you think about anything else."

"I didn't think about anything else."

The two people quarreled.

In fact, there is something worth noting about bathing:

Real gentlemen and ladies have no sense of shame when dealing with personal servants.

These servants, who are responsible for warming the underwear and waiting silently until their masters have finished enjoying themselves slowly, come forward. In fact, in the eyes of adults, they are no different from hooks, hangers, and stools.

That's what valets do.

And to see whether a man or woman has a well-off family and an extraordinary status, you can know it only through this:

Anyone who has a sense of shame would find it difficult to 'reveal' one's secrets to a personal servant...

All have mud toes.

They have not yet learned to look at these servants with the eyes of "objects", and they may even never have such servants in this life.

"They also pulled me hard like a thief's clothes..."

Rose was a quick talker, and in the middle of her sentence she realized that the key word was 'corset' - but it was too late.

"What pulled you?" Roland tilted his head.

"...pull my scarf."

scarf?

Roland was shocked: "The personal servant Shelley gave you was... a killer before?"

"Roland!" Green Eyes became angry: "You clearly know what I said."

"I know, can I laugh?"

"cannot."

Roland nodded seriously, then laughed for half a minute.

Rose suffered, but the suffering did have an effect:

She now looks no different from those rich ladies, at least more realistic and realistic than when she once 'disguised herself as a noble lady to steal' - with regard to the etiquette standards and the details of her movements during conversation.

Just right.

"Old Shelley has got you a good teacher."

"It's because I'm a good teacher that I feel uncomfortable." The girl curled her hair and her face fell: "I can't repay his expectations - I'm not his daughter at all."

"He thinks it's OK."

The girl was silent for a moment.

"Roland, I don't want to lie to him."

she said.

"Maybe I'm a bit stupid. I've obviously stolen so many people's money and lost their lives - but all I can see is his look, that... staring at me, as if I saw another John Shelley. I Just... so shameful.”

She sighed, still worried about the unsolvable problem.

In Roland's opinion, it was a simple question.

However, there are some things that you really need to think clearly on your own.

"Actually, you should understand that James Shelley is not that fragile."

Roland hinted.

The girl tilted her head: "I know, Roland... I plan to leave for a while, and when I think about it, maybe, when I come back... I will tell him. I don't want to delay this matter for too long - that would be even more shameless."

The two of them started talking about Shelley's small business, the 'white soil' discovered by Randolph, and the county that Roland wanted to pass by.

"Actually, Lancashire is 'by the way'."

Roland said.

"I'm taking Yam to London."

"Your adoptive mother?"

Roland did not refute.

"We can let her go to the "Fountain of Youth" then! I have help, right? "

The girl was happy for a few seconds when she suddenly realized a problem.

"You can't tell her what I did for a living before."

She didn't have a deep impression of James Jones. She had traveled to too many places and met too many people over the years, and it was only after she came to London that she finally settled down.

"Me? I'm here for a small business of the Shelley family. It's in the town of Inns over the county. It seems to be related to the 'coal essence'."

Rose said.

Lancashire is not famous, and neither is the town of Inns next to it - but the mines that sit next to the town and feed the entire land are very famous in certain industries.

Wigan Mine Group.

This is also the purpose of Roland's "drop in".

"When do we leave?!"

"Wait a minute."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until one is ready."

A stingy old thing.

I would like to ask: How can I make an old man soaked in medicinal herbs look like he brags about...

money.

Silk hats cost five shillings, and some cost thirteen shillings.

Buy expensive ones.

There are walking sticks with silver handles, ranging from seven shillings to three pounds.

Buy expensive ones.

Including shirts, trousers, vests, including leather boots, pocket watches, watch chains - even the small metal round box that holds the pocket watch.

Buy expensive, expensive, expensive.

When Pugh Collins took off his four-shilling overalls (and a tie as a gift, Jews are very good at doing business) and put on a few dozen pounds' worth of clothing, he then took him to dress his hair and beard, and clean his fingernails. Mud inside, teeth and nose hair—

It looks like something.

You guessed it right.

Old Collins urged to follow, to be with Roland.

‘There is no way I can wait in London and let her travel all the way to see me. ’

He hesitated and circled around to find out Roland's route.

"You're not going to take the car yourself, are you?"

"Are you afraid I'll get lost?"

"I'm afraid Yam doesn't believe you are the person to whom he corresponds."

Since Roland is a 'blind man', Rose's teacher had to lead Mr. Collins all the time. Then, it took two days to select and match, and he had a completely new look. When Roland handed him the gold pounds one by one, the old guy's expression She looked so distressed that her mother died.

Whose mother has died recently?

"Thirty-five pounds?! You really know how to spend money."

He hunched his back and waited for the man with the curly beard to bow to say goodbye and go out the door before he whispered his dissatisfaction into Roland's ear: "Thirty-five pounds. This body is as uncomfortable as a coffin. Thirty-five pounds." !”

Roland would not argue with him on this aspect: "I have already made an appointment with the carriage. Uncle, do you have nothing to prepare?"

Old Collins asked Roland coyly if he wanted to bring the piano.

"...What piano?"

"You've been playing the piano a lot on the second floor lately, don't think I can't hear you."

Roland was really puzzled. What kind of piano should he bring when he went to pick up Yam?

"You can actually play the piano?"

"Of course I can't." Old Collins curled his lips: "You can't, can you? I've learned a lot recently, and I don't think you're noisy anymore."

Went around in circles for a long time.

Then.

"You can play this song when Yam and I are meeting...or chatting..."

Roland:......

"Does he not understand what romance is and what is embarrassment?"