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Chapter 108

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Baisha loved theater. She stayed in Abat for a few days.

Viscount Karl went to deal with his family's business in Abat. She was bored.

So she invited Lin Daiyu to watch the play.

Along the way, Baisha was enthusiastically introducing Luster's theater to Daiyu.

Luster's theater was divided into several types.

The highest theater.

It was usually only in big cities like Bona.

It was commonly known as the Royal Theater. A ticket cost four gold (king's coin was often shortened to gold). The performance level was relatively high.

The medium theater, also known as the Gentlemen's Theater,

Was much cheaper, about three shillings per ticket.

And a king's coin was equal to ten shillings.

The performance level.

It was often inferior to the Royal Theater.

The lowest citizen theater only charged one penny at a time.

And a king's coin was equal to about two hundred and forty pennies.

Although the plays were often crude, the actors — not even actors — often found some people to do part-time jobs.

The acting was very clumsy.

However, for most people, this was a form of entertainment that they could occasionally enjoy in the midst of a hard life.

So.

"A gathering place for those without trousers." Baisha saw the citizen theater passing by. She covered the lower half of her face with a fan and showed some disdain and fear. "Hum.

A carnival for the lowly. "

She didn't want to introduce half a word of such a vulgar place to her friend. She only frowned her well-trimmed eyebrows. "Lin, I'm sorry to trouble you. The first time I go to the theater.

I can only go to the Gentlemen's Theater with the third class. "She sighed.

She felt deeply helpless for Abat, a culturally backward port city far away from Bona. "If you can come with us to Bona …" he repeated the same words.

While talking, the carriage had stopped at the door of an arched theater.

The coachman brought a small round stool. The servant carefully helped Baisha down.

When Lin Daiyu was helped down,

There were several private carriages parked at the door. Most of them were drawn by two horses.

The carriages were also relatively simple. The men and women who got out of the carriages.

The men wore hats, wigs, shirts, gloves, trousers, socks, and crutches.

The woman was wearing a big dress, and her hair was tied up in a bun. Her head and body were decorated with lace of various colors. Her figure was straight, and she was wearing gloves.

Although the clothes of these people were not as splendid as the white gauze, compared to the women who wore headscarves and the common people who wore trousers, they could be considered to be quite decent.

No wonder the middling theatres are called gentlemen's theatres.

At this time, Lin Daiyu was wearing the clothes that Bai Sha had borrowed when she was rescued. She was also wearing a lace hat that hid most of her face and a pair of silk gloves. Apart from a few curious glances at her foreign face, she was not very conspicuous.

Most of the people were looking at Bertha's four-horse carriage and whispering to Bertha herself:

"Nobles? You look like a nobleman from Bona. Why are you here? "

"Look at her carriage."

The womenfolk whispered, "Look at her waist. How thin is it?"

Bertha turned a blind eye to it and arrogantly ignored it. She only held Lin Daiyu's hand and slowly walked into the theater under the guidance of the servant.

The theater was brand new. It was made of stone, and the style was much simpler and more elegant. It was not as luxurious as the buildings in the eighth district.

The interior was divided into two floors, both in a semicircle. In the middle was the stage for the performance. A wine-red velvet curtain was hanging down, and there were stage lamps on both sides. Obviously, the performance had not begun.

The first floor was the main stage. There were several rows of ten seats in each row.

The vision on the second floor was much blurrier.

Bertha sat in the front of the main seat on the first floor with her companion. She comforted her female companion, "I've booked all the seats in this row. Don't worry about interference from third-level mediocre things. "

While waiting for the performance to begin, Bertha suddenly asked, "How is your stay at Madame Lange's?" Her eyes were sparkling and she was very concerned.

Lin Daiyu's heart was moved by her enthusiasm. She had accepted Bertha's invitation, and she had originally wanted to ask for help. Just as she was about to confess her predicament in embarrassment, she suddenly heard a noise upstairs. The sound of playing cards and loud discussions could be heard, as well as some rude shouts.

Bertha pouted unhappily, "These third-level citizens, merchants, farmers, and bumpkins! They are so irrational in front of art! A few of them have a few stinky money, so they come to tarnish art. " While her husband was away, she relaxed a lot and said, "His Majesty is also indulging them."

After complaining, he remembered what he had said before and said, "Although Madame Lange's residence is cheap, it's a little old. However, in Abat, that's all. Anna, I think you're wronged to live there. Come to Bona another day, and I'll find you a place suitable for your status. "

Lin Daiyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, but did not mention her embarrassment. She only replied, "Okay."

Tessie's plays were similar to the operas in China. They were all in the form of performance, rap, and singing.

Since Daiyu had made up her mind, she stopped talking and focused on appreciating the art of this foreign country.

… …

Viscount Kars and his wife got into the carriage and were about to leave Abat for Bona when a postman ran over breathlessly, "Sir, madam! Here's a package for the lady! "

"Package? For me? "Bertha opened the package in puzzlement.

Inside was a stack of clean, neatly folded women's clothes. It was the set she had given to Lin Daiyu previously.

There was only one piece of paper on it. In a slightly stiff but vigorous handwriting, it was written:

"My friend: May we meet again in Bona."

… …

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