West Borough, 2 King's Road, the Royal Museum.
"Quite a crowd at the entrance!" Lorne remarked as he looked at the long queue outside the museum.
It was already well into the day, and it was not even the weekend, yet a long queue had still formed outside.
"I suppose it really is because there's so little entertainment in this era..."
As far as Lorne knew, ordinary workers in this era had almost no leisure time of their own outside their grueling daily work.
Even for the relatively comfortable middle class, entertainment options were quite limited: reading newspapers or novels, attending operas or concerts, or visiting parks, viewing exhibitions, and going on holiday.
To Lorne, none of these activities could hold a candle to the internet. If he could, he truly wanted to surf the web just one more time.
Today, he had arranged to visit the Roselle exhibition with Fors. Partly, he wanted to pay his respects to a fellow Transmigrator who had come before him. He also hoped to use the opportunity to ask Fors for some information about the nobility.
"Sorry! I'm late!"
A slightly breathless female voice came from beside him.
Lorne turned to look and was momentarily struck speechless.
Today, Fors wore a well-tailored ivory dress and a small round hat with pale decorations, carrying an exquisite handbag. She looked every bit the literary young lady.
She looked like a completely different person from the slovenly shut-in he had met the first time.
"It's fine. I only just arrived myself." Lorne came back to his senses and smiled.
"Did you bring a notebook?"
"Of course!" Fors smiled and took a compact notebook from her little bag, waving it before him. "This is a perfect opportunity to gather material!"
Rather than looking away immediately, she tilted