The next day, July 2.
Monday morning.
Klein had put on the full set of formal clothes he had recently bought first thing that morning: a white shirt, a black tailcoat, a silk top hat, a black waistcoat and trousers, leather boots, a bow tie, and so on.
He now stood before the full-length mirror, carefully straightening his shirt collar and cuffs to ensure he would not strike anyone as lacking in refinement.
This was important. After all, Klein had moved to Daffodil Street and, in a sense, had joined the middle class. He needed to maintain appearances whenever he went out.
Although he did not particularly care about these so-called middle-class social conventions and "respectability," he still had to pay some attention to them to avoid inviting gossip, or even causing trouble for Benson and Melissa.
Only after making sure his appearance was presentable did Klein pick up his cane in satisfaction, conceal his revolver, and walk out the front door of 2 Daffodil Street. Turning his head, he saw Lin Chuan, who had just stepped outside to collect his newspapers.
"Good morning, Klein." Lin Chuan looked up and saw him too, greeting him with a smile. "Oh, dressed so formally! Isn't it about time the Moretti Family hired a few young maids?"
Klein really could afford a maid. Although his weekly salary was only three pounds at present, that figure would increase further once he became a Beyonder, completed his mission, and became a full employee.
In this world, which resembled Earth's Victorian Era, hiring a maid-of-all-work cost only three soli and five pence to five soli a week, provided the household supplied food and lodging.
Of course, one could hardly expect such a maid-of-all-work to handle the kitchen, since a cook's weekly salary was at least twelve