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413: Chapter 237: Night Talk in the Cabin (5k2)

Outside the window, the thunderstorm was pouring and the trees in Hyde Park were swaying in the whistling gale that accompanied London’s evening.

Raindrops the size of pinky fingers pelted the window glass, making a pounding noise as if they were bullets.

Arthur and the others were gathered around the fireplace, the red glow of the fire reflecting off everyone’s face, bringing a touch of warmth to the chilling environnt.

Dickens sipped his hot tea in small tastes, then turned his head to look at the tightly shut windows in the room and asked, “Every ti I co here, the windows are always shut tight.

Don’t you need any ventilation?”

While flipping through the books in his hands, Arthur replied, “Isn’t one ventilation enough?

The nights in London are so chilly; keeping the windows open all the ti would give you a cold.”

Upon hearing this, Disraeli raised a finger and emphasized, “Arthur, haven’t you seen Dr.

Arnott’s research reports published in all the major newspapers by the Royal Society?

If you hang a canary at the top of your bed canopy, you’ll find it dead by the ti you wake up in the morning.

Dr.

Arnott said that living in a poorly ventilated room accumulates a large amount of carbon dioxide, which then combines with the moisture in the air to form carbonic acid.

Can you imagine your room filled with carbonic acid?

Oh, that is truly dreadful; it could ultimately poison you to death!”

Upon hearing this, Arthur rely smiled wryly and said, “I wouldn’t have guessed, Benjamin, that you’ve started to dabble in the field of chemistry.”

“Of course, a capable person should know a little about everything.”

Disraeli adjusted his collar proudly and then didn’t forget to offer so health advice to Arthur, “If you really are afraid of the cold and don’t want to open the windows, then place several bowls of liwater in your room; it will absorb the carbonic acid continuously.

When you wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll find so cloudy sedint in the bowls; that is the very culprit that could harm your life.”

Arthur, although you are a researcher in the field of electromagnetism, when it cos to chemistry and ho health, I still recomnd that you flip through ‘The Science of Family Living.’

Upon hearing this, Arthur shrugged and responded, “Thanks for the suggestion, but I think I prefer reading the ‘Weekly Police Bulletin’ established by radical writers.

In my view, not understanding the forr at worst ans restless sleep, but ignorance of the latter could an an increase in the recently diminished police assault incidents.”

When Disraeli heard this, he tried to persuade, “Ah, Arthur, I know what you think.

You just look down on household chores.

I was like you at first.

I sowhat looked down upon that magazine, considering it just content to pass the ti for housewives.

However, the last ti at the party, Mrs.

Sykes read the book with , and only then did I realize how valuable the information inside really is.

It’s not only greatly helpful for ladies but for gentlen as well.”

“Oh…” Great Dumas, who was reviewing a manuscript, beca interested when he heard this and said, “What have I heard?

Mrs.

Sykes!

Benjamin, I rember you’re twenty-six years old this year; Mada Sykes must be between thirty-four and thirty-eight, right?”

With his eyes widened, Disraeli emphasized, “Alexander, Mrs.

Sykes is a very lovely and intelligent lady!

And she’s also a loyal reader of ‘The British’, having written to our editorial departnt very often a long ti ago.

My ability to enter the Tory Party circles so smoothly this ti was all thanks to Mrs.

Sykes introducing

to Earl Lyndhurst.

I won’t allow you to make a French joke at her expense.”

Upon seeing Disraeli’s deanor, Great Dumas just shook his head at Arthur, “This is a disaster; aside from Charles, it looks like we have another simpleton who’s fallen in love today.

‘The British’ has lost two of its main writers all at once; what a terrible loss!”

Upon hearing this, Arthur simply took a calm sip of tea, “Alexander, you’d better hurry up too.

Benjamin has been placing a matrimony ad for

in ‘The Tis’ for a month now; if you’re in a hurry, maybe you can take over next month?”

Upon hearing this, Great Dumas pondered, “Speaking of which, what’s been the effect of that bogus advertisent you placed in ‘The Tis’?

Any response?”

Disraeli nodded slightly, “Of course, there’s been a response, not just a response, but quite a significant one.

In just a month, we’ve received a whole large box of love letters.”

“The effect is that good?” Alexander said, surprised, “I always thought that London’s ladies were rather reserved.

Now it seems, reservation is only superficial.

As long as it ets their criteria for choosing a spouse, they can be as enthusiastic as French girls.”

At this, Arthur suddenly interjected, “It’s not just the ladies who are enthusiastic; the gentlen as well.”

“The gentlen?” Great Dumas was shocked by this revelation, “Could it be that among those love letters there are so from…”

Before Great Dumas could finish, Arthur interrupted, “It’s none of my business; all the love letters have already been forwarded untouched to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

I hope that the post office, seeing that Scotland Yard is the sending departnt, will get the letters there before the Beagle finishes its survey of Brazil.”