Arthur found that these ladies, on one hand, were very happy to be acknowledged by a 'professional hunter', yet on the other hand, they were genuinely a bit afraid of him. A single word could satisfy the ladies' vanity, provide them with a day's worth of gossip, and he didn't have to exert himself. Could there possibly be a better title than 'Wealthy Lady Hunter'?
It seemed almost heavier than his knight title.
After scaring away several adorable ladies and their servants with three consecutive 'Good morning, ladies', Arthur finally could leisurely do something he liked in his private garden.
He wore a dark blue pinstriped tailcoat, complemented by a light-colored waistcoat and a white hand-embroidered linen neckerchief, topped with a straw hat. He held a delicate copper watering can in his hand, leisurely watering the exotic plants in the garden.
