In the lecture hall of Gresham College, Arthur and Eld sat near the front.
By Arthur's ear was the boiling sound of human voices, his nostrils filled with the scent of expensive perfume.
In the hall packed with listeners, women made up more than seventy percent.
Each of them was dressed magnificently.
Their skirts, wide as bell chimes, layered heavily like folds. Looking up from the cotton candy-like puffiness of the skirts, the ladies' waists appeared incredibly slender, constricted by corsets, resembling butterflies flapping their huge wings.
It wasn't yet summer, but as if by agreement, they had already donned short sleeves—blossom-like, resplendently fluffy sleeves bloomed at their shoulders, adorned with many decorations Arthur could not name.
In terms of neckline taste, the ladies each had their own preferences.