Shadow of great britain

Miss Byron?

This kind of banquet, this kind of location, coupled with the status and level of the guests present, no matter how hard Arthur thought about it, there was no other lady from the Byron family who was qualified to stand here except the Byron family.

Arthur thought for a while and was about to compliment Ada's father's work twice, but before he could say anything, he saw Ada put her index finger between her lips.

She may have had too many similar encounters, so she said like a prophet: "Shh! Don't read my father's works. My mother hated his poems, and even more hated him himself, so she refused to read them. I reach out to other poets. If you don't want to be driven away by her, you'd better talk about something else."

Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then changed his words quite wisely: "Why? Because Byron Xun... No, did that man break your mother's heart?"

Ada nodded solemnly: "Yes, even before the man died, she was unwilling to tell me why they divorced. It wasn't until later that I found out that it was entirely because the man had no He loved her so much, and the reason why he wrote so many sweet love letters to her was just to use this marriage to suppress the publication crisis of "Glenalvan". Moreover, he also had an affair with my aunt... …”

When Arthur heard this, he didn't ask the other party to explain clearly. He just nodded sympathetically.

"He really went too far in this matter. Although he is a great poet, in terms of his attitude towards marriage and children, he is completely inferior to our cobbler police officer from Scotland Yard who cannot read many words. "

"Officer Cobbler?" Ada looked a little surprised: "So are there any Scotland Yard police officers who have ever been cobblers? I thought the police officers there were all outstanding scientific researchers like you."

Arthur smiled when he heard this: "Actually, the distance between scientific researchers and cobblers is not that far away. Do you know Mr. Faraday?"

Ada nodded: "My mother asked him to give me lessons. He is a very well-educated gentleman and fully deserves all the praises everyone has for him."

Arthur pursed his lips and said: "Actually, Mr. Faraday was originally a blacksmith. He mentioned to me that his family is a blacksmith family. Although his father did not want him to continue to work as a blacksmith, he secretly learned how to make iron nails. He also joked with me that the reason why he was able to twist the wire quickly and well was entirely because he inherited the fine blacksmith tradition of the Faraday family."

Ada burst out laughing when she heard this, but in an instant she realized that it was not appropriate for her to do so. She had to raise her hand to cover her mouth, suppress her smile, and quietly change the topic.

"But it is true that police officers have to fight criminals, and scientists have to do hard work by wiring wires. If you choose a poet who can only write love letters to do it, he will definitely not be able to do it.

If my mother could have realized this back then, she would not have been deceived. Don't look at her words telling me to stay away from poets, but she herself has never stepped out of that circle.

Even after she got divorced, she didn’t remarry. She just held that big box of love letters written to her back then and has remained single to this day. You may not know that the reason why she does math for two hours less than me every day is because she spent those two hours All my time was spent recalling those love letters..."

Just as Ada said this, she suddenly stopped talking. She straightened her back and showed an innocent and bright smile behind Arthur: "Mother, Mrs. Somerville."

Mrs. Milbank held up her wide skirt slightly, and walked with her friend Mrs. Somerville to Ada and Arthur's side.

She first nodded to Arthur and said thank you: "Mr. Hastings, I'm really sorry for your trouble. Thank you for helping me take care of my daughter."

Arthur smiled and said: "Madam, it's not a big deal. Taking care of your daughter is much easier than taking care of Mr. Elder Carter. If you don't believe it, you can ask Mrs. Cowper."

"Really?" Mrs. Milbank turned her head and glanced at Elder, who was chatting beside several ladies, and couldn't help but wonder: "I think Mr. Carter is a good young man who is easy to get along with!"

Hearing this, Mrs. Somerville also pulled Mrs. Milbank and said, "Annie, forget it. You have always been wrong about men."

After saying that, Mrs. Somerville asked Ada kindly: "You should have learned almost what I gave you last time, right?"

Ada nodded obediently: "I have read both Lagrange's "Theory of Analytical Functions" and Laplace's "Theory of Probability Analysis."

Mrs. Somerville asked: "Are there any problems while watching?"

Ada nodded again: "There's just one question."

"what is the problem?"

Hearing this, Ada clasped her hands hesitantly, as if she didn't know whether she should ask a question or not.

Seeing this, Mrs. Somerville quickly comforted her: "Don't be afraid to ask. It's normal to encounter problems in the process of learning mathematics."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Somerville pointed to Arthur beside her and said: "Not everyone is as talented as Mr. Hastings in the process of studying natural philosophy. I still don't understand. Why can Mr. Hastings associate the Davy lamp with the Faraday cage, and also combine it with Mr. Dalton's atomic theory to analyze the conclusion that atoms are charged?"

When Arthur heard Mrs. Somerville complimenting him, he quickly said humbly: "Madam, you are flattering, it is just luck. Even if I don't discover this conclusion, Mr. Faraday or other researchers will see the clues sooner or later. At most, I just advanced the time for reaching this conclusion by a few years."

Arthur was telling the truth, but Mrs. Somerville and Mrs. Millbank didn't think so.

Mrs. Milbank sighed: "It is no wonder that you have established a great friendship with Mr. Faraday. There is indeed something in common between the two of you in terms of personal character."

Mrs. Somerville also echoed: "You have achieved such an achievement at a young age, but the most valuable thing is that you can still remain humble. Mr. Hastings, I believe that the theory of atomic charging will not be the end of your scientific career. Perhaps just a humble beginning. Your name will be etched in British history forever and I hope you can continue to make great contributions to the scientific community."

"Thank you both for your blessings. Thank you very much." Arthur couldn't help but sweat in his heart when he heard this.

There are three main reasons why he ran to Faraday from time to time and made those weird things.

One reason is that he was forced by Faraday, the other reason is to improve his chemical knowledge in order to improve his ability to solve crimes. As for the last reason, it contains a little selfishness.

To put it bluntly, he also wants to satisfy some simple personal desires.

For example, Arthur wonders if there is a possibility that through his lack of physics knowledge, he can give Faraday some trivial tips so that he can make things like refrigerators as soon as possible.

Although there are shops selling various fruity carbonated waters in the streets and alleys of London, for Arthur, whether it is winter or summer, it is best to have a sip of ice.

For reasons like this, it was definitely hard for Arthur to talk about it, so he quickly redirected the topic to Ada.

"It just so happens that an outstanding mathematician and astrophysicist like Mrs. Somerville is standing here. Miss Byron, tell me which problem you have encountered, and I believe Mrs. Somerville will be able to answer it for you. .”

When Ada heard this, she first glanced at Arthur slyly, and then said aggrievedly: "The only problem I have is that I have no problem."

As soon as Ada said these words, the two ladies present were stunned.

Then Mrs. Milbank said angrily: "Ada! You are so rude and immodest."

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Somerville hurriedly came over to smooth things over: "Annie, it's nothing. We were young too. Don't stifle her creativity. Your education is too harsh on her."

When Ada saw her mother getting angry, she was a little scared for a moment. She hurriedly changed her words: "But...but although I have no problem with mathematics, Mr. Hastings just told me a lot of new things, and I There are actually quite a lot of things I don’t understand.”

As soon as she said these words, Mrs. Somerville also became interested. She had always wanted to ask Arthur in detail about the charged atoms, but she had to deal with the social issues of the banquet first, so she couldn't do it for a while. Find time to find Arthur.

At this time, she seized the opportunity, and she could completely uncover the theory of atomic charging.

"Mr. Hastings, could what you just said to Ada be about..."

However, before Mrs. Somerville could finish her words, Arthur, who had picked up the landmine, spoke first. Superintendent Hastings, who had just suppressed the Hyde Park riot, knew that it was not advisable to fight here for a long time, otherwise he would be attacked by these women. The scholar is caught between two sides, and he will die without a burial place.

Soon enough, Superintendent Hastings caught a glimpse of the orchestra musicians outside the ballroom who were about to enter, and he immediately decided to implement a strategic shift.

Arthur took off his hat and said goodbye: "As for the issue I just discussed with Miss Byron, I will explain it to you in the second science display project. So, in order not to delay your dancing time, I will go to the back to prepare."

The red devil on the side heard this and couldn't help but mocked: "Scotland Yard's march is indeed faster than the British lobster soldiers. Arthur, your relationship with Wellington is barely close. Have you considered joining the army?" Want to be a general?"

Arthur just glanced at the Red Devil, and then walked non-stop to the musicians who had already walked onto the stage and started testing the pitch of their instruments.

He glanced at the musicians and quickly spotted a pianist wearing a tuxedo, white shirt and bow who was sitting in front of the piano with his eyes closed and adjusting his breath.

He came to the piano and asked softly: "Sir, could you please let me do the first song tonight?"

When the gentleman heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Are you also the musician invited by Mrs. Codrington?"

Arthur apologized: "I am the scientific guest tonight. I am sorry to inform you that I need to borrow your piano for a scientific demonstration."

When the other party heard this, he suddenly realized: "Ah! Are you Mr. Arthur Hastings? Mrs. Codrington has mentioned you to me before."

At this point, the other party asked with great interest: "I heard that you are an electromagneticist. Are you going to show us how to release lightning from the piano keys today? If you really want to do this, Please be merciful and don't damage the piano, as I will need to use it to play music later."

Arthur smiled: "It's true that I am an electromagnetic researcher, but the purpose of borrowing the piano today is just to play it."

After hearing this, the other party became even more interested: "Do you also like music? No problem, just tell me whatever music you want to play. As long as your music is not too popular, the musicians of our London Philharmonic Association can do it." I'll accompany you. If it's too biased, you can leave us a copy of the score and we can practice it twice on the spot."

When Arthur heard this, he just leaned down and whispered in the other person's ear.

Only seeing Arthur's lips move, the smile on the pianist's face suddenly became stiff.

His smile slowly faded, he stared at Arthur's face seriously, and asked word for word: "Mr. Hastings, are you sure?"

Arthur nodded slightly: "Do you need me to provide the music score?"

"No, it's not necessary at all." The pianist suddenly stood up, looked at Arthur seriously and said: "To be honest, a considerable part of his concerts in London this year were accompanied by our London Philharmonic Society. This piece of music is so familiar to us."

Arthur smiled and said: "That's good. I'll bother you later."

"No, it's not troublesome." The pianist seemed a little angry: "But I must remind you that this piece of music is difficult to play on the violin. You may not know that because of this piece of music, many people even speculated that Pa Gnini probably made a deal with the devil, so he got the hands that can play this piece. Now I can't imagine that anyone dares to say that he can present it on the piano. Can I ask you, How many years of professional piano education have you received?”

Upon hearing this, Arthur just flicked the back of his tuxedo and slowly sat on the bench in front of the piano.

He responded with a smile: "Sorry, sir, I have no professional piano education."

"Huh?!" The pianist was really annoyed now: "Are you kidding me? A beginner actually said that he can play this piece of music."

Arthur shook his head and said: "Don't worry, sir. Although I have not received professional piano education, please don't worry, I did make a deal with the devil. You may not know that this piece of music is not cheap to the devil."

When the pianist heard this, he laughed angrily: "Really? Don't blame me for not reminding you that you are still young. If you make a fool of yourself at such a banquet, it may be difficult for you to survive in the social circle in the future."

Arthur also smiled and responded: "Thank you for your kind reminder. Well, this gentleman...well, I haven't asked you for your surname yet."

The pianist was so angry that he didn't want to pay attention to this ignorant young man, but his profound culture finally forced him to reluctantly tell his name.

He wanted to use his famous name to make this young man quit before the difficulties: "Member of the Academic Committee of the London Academy of Music, chief conductor and pianist of the London Philharmonic Society Orchestra, Ignaz Moscheles."

Unexpectedly, when Arthur heard this name, he was not only not afraid, but also politely complimented: "Ah! So it's you! I once wanted to go to the Royal Theater to listen to your performance, but I was short of money. At that time, I could only I stood outside and listened. Although it was raining heavily that day and I couldn’t hear it clearly when I stood outside, I still think your “Piano Concerto No. 4” is very beautiful.”

Moscheles thought Arthur would either be intimidated or retort, but Arthur's compliment made him embarrassed instead.

He pursed his lips and said, "Young man, listen to me. You can change the song to another one. That one is too difficult and not suitable for you."

Arthur took a deep breath and put his hands on the keys: "Don't worry, Mr. Moscheles, you may not know that my nickname is 'Paganini of Scotland Yard'."