Chapter 2315 "The Lonely Dancer"

   Marie Antoinette's dress is not every dress is a big success, such as a simple, loose, comfortable, made of loose sleeves, inspired by the Caribbean dress in 1780, got crazy complaints.

   "dress like a servant."

   "Louis XIV would have been shocked to see his great-grandson wife dressed in a village girl's dress and apron."

   Even the material of the clothes was criticized because it was British muslin.

Originally, this kind of dress was limited to a small number of people, that is, the queen's so-called circle of close friends. However, in 1783, the queen wore this dress and asked her favorite female painter to paint her portrait. As soon as the painting was exhibited in the salon, there was a lot of uproar. The painter had to take it off and replace it with a painting of "The Queen and the Rose". On the other hand, the queen still went her own way, wearing this dress to and from the Trianon Palace.

Across the strait is a different scene, led by the Duchess of Devonshire, all women from 15 to 50 years old wear this loose dress, and also slightly modified, the collar is not as low as the French, There are also two layers of lapels, tied with bows.

Marie Antoinette once said to the jailer's daughter, "I am the wife of the king, the mother of the crown prince, ask yourself, as mother and wife, I am French, I will never see Austria again, happy or not, I am Only in France, and only when you love me, can I be happy."

   She did not return to Austria, as she said, even though their carriages were once very close.

  Josephine is very good at using small tricks. If she pretends to see a ghost and asks Bonaparte to take her back to the bedroom, then there is no need to cover all the mirrors in Malmaison with black gauze.

   Or maybe she was really afraid, she should not install so many mirrors when decorating Malmaison, or simply take them off.

"Prank ghosts" are often accompanied by houses. In the 20th century, the Tuileries Palace was no longer in its original location. In fact, the fire in 1871 only burned down the interior. The facade is still there and can be rebuilt. But the Third Republic ordered it to be demolished. Where did those demolished facades go?

As if they knew in advance, or had been alerted, before the fire, the artworks in the palace had been removed and placed in the underground warehouse of the Louvre, including Hathor's "House" . This made it necessary for her to find someone to put her "abode" in the Tuileries Palace.

   Marie Antoinette's letters, clothes, jewelry, etc. are all collected, and Trelawney also has many admirers.

Whether it is Pomona or Georgiana, it seems that there are no followers. Originally, she was liked by many people when she was Pomona, but that was the effect of her disguise. Now she no longer pretends to be herself, and she is actually being attacked by others. Hate to be pricked with needles.

   She was not in the mood to do anything. She was holding a mango like an old man, sitting in a rocking chair and wasting time while cooking.

   Napoleon also had a first love who loved cherries, as if she had an inexplicable grudge with her "first love" all her life.

   She felt a **** dog lying at her feet, but she didn't dare to look down, for fear that it would suddenly disappear.

  Death is actually not that terrifying, just like Sirius, it was only a moment after being hit by the Avada Suo life curse, and he still maintained the graceful appearance before his death.

  I don't know how credible what Bertin said, because in the court of trial, Marie Antoinette still maintained an elegant and noble attitude, just like at the splendid Versailles Ball. Georgiana had a hard time connecting with the woman who was sitting in a wagon full of goods, holding her children, and begging a mayor's wife.

  The first rule of Slytherin's code of conduct is to always be elegant, although not everyone can do it, but crazy like Bella also has an elegant side.

  Severus could dance was something she didn't expect, he'd always been a "bookworm", but he learned to dance from the Death Eaters, with Bella as his partner.

  Sometimes it is difficult for people to understand why some pure blood nobles are so downcast and so proud.

   She stood up, and the mango, which was "hatching eggs", was taken aback and fluttered to the side. The wind fanned the flames in the fireplace everywhere.

   She danced alone, even if no one appreciated it, just like when she practiced dancing alone in the past. She could only look at herself in the mirror, so she didn't know whether she danced well or not. Rarely, she wanted to find someone to evaluate her, but what she got was scolding.

  Even if the whole world does not accept you or strike you down, you still have to accept yourself and not deny yourself, otherwise you will not be able to live.

  Self-denial is the beginning of depression, it drains you and nothing makes you happy, not even delicious candy and chocolate.

   While dancing, she prayed to the gods, please give her a way out of this world.

   This is actually quite stupid, because God is proven not to exist, at least it will not grant you luck and wealth.

   However, when you are really helpless and lonely, you will not feel so lonely when you imagine it exists, and he is still willing to open a narrow door for you.

  Lily closed the door for Severus, she opened it for him, but he still wanted to knock on the closed door again.

   Now she's ready to close too.

   No matter how loud and threatening he was outside, she was intoxicated by her dance and felt so sweet.

  Maybe she looks like Neville now, he is also sleepwalking and dancing in the dormitory, other people think it's weird to see him like that, and they think he's stupid.

   But he himself feels happy, and he is not tired, he will not say "I want to rest".

   Spinning, spinning all the time, also consumes physical strength. Why don’t you feel tired when dancing?

  There are many people who think that dancing constantly is a phenomenon of obsession. In 1518, a woman in Strasbourg began to dance wildly. There was no music on the street, and she kept dancing from morning to night. As a result, the surrounding villagers also joined her dance, and some people even danced for several days until their legs were swollen and their feet were bleeding, and no one could stop them.

70 people died of exhaustion, there are other similar examples in history, this symptom is called "dancing plague", the church attributed it to the devil, scientists said it was ergot bacteria, and psychologists said it was mass psychosis .

   Actually dancing is quite decompressing, just don’t pay too much attention to the terrified eyes and whispers of the people around you.

   When she felt tired, she returned to a "normal" state and felt extremely relaxed.

   At the same time, she looked at the person standing at the door, and she really wanted to use her wand at the door and slam it shut.

   "Bravo." Richard Edgeworth applauded her. "Nice dance, Georgiana."

   She didn't want to scare the non-magic Muggle, so she dismissed the idea.

   "You brought a friend here?" Georgiana said looking at the person behind him, who forgot to applaud and stood dumbfounded with wide-eyed eyes, as if he had been petrified.

"Let's introduce it." Edgeworth introduced, "This is Mr. William Cockerill from Lancashire. He has developed a new type of loom and is looking for investors to cooperate. I think Industrial Credit Bank will interested."

Georgiana originally wanted to say that according to the procedure, this Mr. Cockerill should go to the bank, not her, but he is from Lancashire, he is half a fellow countryman, and his clothes can only be considered neat, not gorgeous, It appears that he is really experiencing "financial difficulties".

   "Are you going to swap jobs with Stanley?" Georgiana teased, then looked at Cockerill "Do you have a cigarette?"

   Cockerill froze for a moment, glanced at Edgeworth, and hesitantly took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

  Georgianna took one, lit it, sat down on the sofa, and began to puff.

  Ross's mother said she didn't like seeing Ross smoking, how should a good girl smoke?

   But both men and women in France love to smoke, and she is doing as the locals do.

   "Would you like tea or coffee?" Georgiana asked the two guests, but they both started smoking.

   "That's it." Richard said with a smile, holding up the cigarette in his hand.

   "Me too." Cockerill said with a smile.

   "Where are you from?" She had nothing to say.

   "Switzerland, unfortunately I didn't find anyone there willing to lend money," Cockerill said.

   "Industrial Credit Bank only lends money to people who set up factories in Belgium," said Georgiana.

   "That's exactly what I mean, there is a woolen textile workshop in Verviers that is going to transition into a factory."

   "Where is Vervier?" asked Georgiana.

   "Liege," Cockerill said. "It's like my second home."

   (end of this chapter)