??364: Chapter 219 Fashion Spokesperson (4K)_2
364: Chapter 219 Fashion Spokesperson (4K)_2
Arthur was taken aback by his own nonsensical response and did not know how to continue the conversation.
After a mont of silence, he picked up a bottle of perfu from the counter and asked, “The perfu in your store, you’ve added too much arsenic, haven’t you?”
“Arsenic?
Oh no, we do not put that in our perfus, it’s used in face creams.”
With those words, the perfur dared not neglect this dignified custor of unknown status any longer.
He quickly invited him to the VIP section on the second floor: “The goods here may not et your standards.
You should have a look on the second floor, where everything is of the highest quality.”
As Arthur made his way to the second floor, halfway there, he did not forget to turn around and instruct, “Is Mr.
Riddle in today?
I went to find him in Jermyn Street earlier, but I was told that he has moved to work here.
I rather like the colognes he blends.”
“Ah!
You are here for Mr.
Riddle.” The perfur sighed with relief, smiling as he replied, “Why don’t you have so tea on the second floor?
He has an appointnt this morning and will not co here to work until this afternoon.”
Arthur nodded slightly and headed up to the second floor.
No sooner had he popped his head onto the second floor, he heard a familiar voice close by.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Disraeli, who was having tea and chatting with soone in the second-floor refreshnt area.
The recently successful editor of “The British” couldn’t keep the smile off his face, and sitting opposite him was a gentleman dressed in an exquisite purple Rudinket coat that reached his calves, cream-colored fitted trousers, a dark black vest and a simple collared shirt.
Disraeli complinted with a smile, “Mr.
Brumll, I didn’t expect to encounter you here.
I thought that you, the royal fashion consultant who leads London’s nswear trends, could only be found on Savile Row and Jermyn Street.”
Brumll put down his coffee cup, his lips tinged with a smile, “If it’s about buying morning suits and shoes, then surely Savile Row and Jermyn Street are the places to go, but when it cos to perfu, Regent Street and Bond Street are obviously more representative.”
Disraeli asked, “Is that so?
But I’ve heard that the royal family’s official perfur is Floris at No.
89 Jermyn Street, right?”
“With perfu, it’s still all about personal preference.”
Brumll recalled, “Indeed, the late King George IV did have a greater fondness for Floris, but our current King William does prefer French perfus, and he is quite fond of various fashionable items from France.
I suspect in private that this is probably due to the influence of his unofficial forr wife, the actress Dorothea Jordan, whose marriage to him was not recognized by the ‘Royal Marriages Act.’ After all, Mrs.
Jordan’s preference for French fashions is well known.
You may not know this, but even during his endles and utterly boring after-dinner speeches, our King has to make do with French.”
Hearing this, Disraeli could not help but smile, “Are His Majesty’s speeches that bad?”
Brumll pursed his lips, “There are those who like to listen to him, like His Majesty’s Royal Naval aides-de-camp, who always say that listening to His Majesty giving an after-dinner speech makes them feel young again.
The newly promoted Royal Naval Marshal Gambier also praised, ‘After all these years, His Majesty’s speeches are still so spirited.
Whenever His Majesty gives an after-dinner speech, it always brings back the mories of the tis he served in North Arica with His Majesty, with his tone and expressions being just like when His Majesty used to pace up and down the deck, shouting ‘helm to the starboard’ at us.'”
Gossip from the Royal household always intrigues the British, and Disraeli was no exception.
He laughed and asked, “Surely His Majesty’s taste cannot be that awful?”
Brumll joked, “Compared to his brother George IV, King William’s taste in fashion is definitely not as good.
But compared to what Parliant expects of him, King William’s performance is quite exceeding.
The most His Majesty does is enjoy a drink and occasionally give a speech to stand out, but he doesn’t interfere much with political matters and is willing to accept the advice and requests of his ministers, governing the nation as everyone hoped.
To my knowledge, at least the Duke of Wellington and our Pri Minister the Earl Grey are quite satisfied with His Majesty.”
Disraeli laughed, “Aren’t the citizens of London quite fond of him as well?
He’s much more popular than the late King George IV.
Although he was a debt-ridden wastrel in his early days, since his marriage to Princess Adelaide of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, thanks to Princess Adelaide’s frugality, his debts were soon cleared, and now he has even ascended to the throne.
Wasn’t there a ti during the coronation when His Majesty wanted to cancel the entire ceremony to save the country so money?
The British public were cheering for him then.”
Upon hearing this, Brumll pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, “Benjamin, let’s not bring that up.
The Lords in the House of Lords went to great lengths to persuade him to agree to the coronation, but even so, in the end, he ordered the cancellation of the lavish banquet, and the total cost of the ceremony dropped to one-tenth of what was spent on the previous king’s coronation.
Because of this, those stubborn conservatives in the Tory Party were cursing out of anger, declaring that they’d resist this ‘half-crown’ nation.
If not for the Duke of Wellington keeping them in check, those Lords probably would have started sulking right at the coronation.”
Disraeli inquired, “Really?
But I saw that on the day of the coronation, His Majesty seed quite happy, the previous king’s coffin there, the funeral not even over, and he was loudly chatting with friends.
After the coronation, he happily climbed onto the parade carriage, with a face flushed with naval red, standing on the carriage and waving to the cheering citizens of London.
The public really likes him, feeling as if he were a sailor they could et at a West India Docks.”
Hearing this, Brumll quickly raised his hand to signal Disraeli to stop, “Enough, Benjamin, let’s not talk about this anymore, it’s really too much of a blow to the royal dignity.
But you do make a point; His Majesty has his virtues, being frugal and his hobbies not costing much, just enjoying a drink and a bit of boasting.
And since the new king’s coronation, His Majesty has appeared in public more frequently than the previous king.
The forr king liked to stay in Windsor Castle living a life of luxury, while King William prefers to walk around London and the docks, which is quite like the recently-crowned Louis Philippe of France, who I’ve heard also likes to spend his ti with a small parasol by the Seine in Paris.”
Disraeli also remarked, “It’s not easy indeed, when was the last ti Britain had a king so beloved by the people?
The common folk like him, the Royal Navy likes him, and because the Duke of Wellington approves of him, so does the Army.
It seems, then, that only those Lords upset over the ‘half-crown’ are the ones who dislike him.”
Brumll sipped his coffee, “Unfortunately, those Lords who can’t stand the sight of the ‘half-crown’ all sit in the House of Lords, and more than once has His Majesty complained to , feeling that those self-proclaid cultivated gentlen act as if he is invisible.”
Arthur, leaning on his cane, walked up and said with a smile, “Benjamin.”
Seeing Arthur, Disraeli quickly rose with a smile and introduced, “Ah!
Arthur.
Co, Mr.
Brumll, let
introduce you.
This is Inspector Arthur Hastings of the Greater London Police Departnt.
Do you know the ‘Hastings Case Files’?
Those are his work.”
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