The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 774 - 366 Lionheart Eld Carter_3

"This..."

Elizabeth’s eyes brightened for a moment, but then she hesitated, "But... wouldn’t that seem too presumptuous? Why would he care about someone he doesn’t even know? My life isn’t that exciting, and I don’t have anything interesting to share with him. Would he like my immature little poems?"

Lady Shelley, seeing Elizabeth’s bowed head, stepped forward to comfort her, "Although I also think it’s not an outstanding idea, making more friends is always good. Byron-like heroes, despite their flaws, generally possess a philathropic spirit, as Mr. Hastings said, and are unlikely to bully a beautiful soul."

Write to Eld?

Or let a woman write to him?

When Arthur heard this, he immediately became restless.

He was about to say a word of advice, but no sooner had he risen from his seat than he realized that the situation might not be so bad after all.

Just as Lady Shelley was concerned about Elizabeth’s mental state, Arthur, as Eld’s most reliable friend, was also concerned about Eld’s mental state.

This young noble from a true National Church family had even been pushed to consider converting to Buddhism and traveling to the Great Tang in the East to seek wisdom.

Although Arthur did not intend to interfere with personal religious beliefs, for Eld who aspired to advance further in Britain, becoming a monk was indeed not a good idea.

Not to mention, Britain didn’t even have a Buddhist temple.

Moreover, according to legal provisions, the government’s issuing of Holy Salary was limited to priests of the National Church, not including abbots or monastery keepers.

Two lonely souls, coming together to warm each other, as long as they never meet, there should not be any problems. Besides, Eld was, if nothing else, very good at making people smile, although most of the time, it wasn’t intentional.

Furthermore, even considering the worst-case scenario where Eld’s letters were indecent, Arthur could still intercept them first for review and collaborate with Dickens to polish them based on "St. George’s flag still rises," the masterpiece of Mr. Carter.

If he and Dickens together weren’t enough, then they could add the Parisian romantic, the Great Dumas. This hefty man had made significant achievements not just in drama and novels, but also had expertise in how to write letters to ladies.

Moreover, had not the editorial department recently acquired a female emotional analyst, Mr. Stendhal?

Though Stendhal couldn’t appeal to the seasoned actresses, his notebook might prove very useful in cheering up an invalid lady who had been bedridden for years.

Thinking this, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and with a smile, he stood up and said to Elizabeth, "Miss Barrett, I have recently been quite worried about my friend’s mental state. Although he is an indefatigable warrior, his prolonged life at sea is gradually wearing down his spirit. I’m genuinely afraid that one day he might consider suicide."

"If you are willing to help, why not agree to correspond with him? While it may not be helpful, we could try. In exchange, you can ask him to tell you stories about South America in his letters, and I could also send some of the specimens he has sent back from afar to you."

"This..." Elizabeth stared at her feet, uncertain, "Could someone like me really help someone else?"

"Someone like you?" Arthur said with a smile, "If you mean your feet, I’m sure they will gradually get better. Who knows? Maybe by then, you could even travel to other parts of the world like Mr. Carter."

"Are you sure?" Elizabeth asked dubiously, although she felt Arthur was mostly trying to comfort her, her long years of illness still allowed her to harbor some fantasies.

Arthur nodded seriously, "It might be today, it might be tomorrow, or it might take a few years, but I am absolutely certain that you will eventually stand up. Just as long as you can draw from his letters the heart of a lion, like Mr. Carter’s."