Hayman hesitated.
He'd worked hard to provide a better life for his family, and the gas light could significantly improve their quality of life.
He looked at his wife, "How much savings do we have left?"
"11 British Pounds," the woman said with hope, "That's enough."
Hayman flashed a handsome smile, "Well, let's buy a gas light."
The most charming moments for a man are when he says "Let's buy it."
His wife happily tiptoed and planted a firm kiss on his face, then hesitated slightly, "Jim, you don't think this could be a scam, do you?"
No wonder she was worried; scams were more common in this era than rain in London, making people habitually cautious.
"Don't worry about that," Hayman said, wrapping his arms around his wife with a smile, "The gas street lamps by the town hall are already in use, I've seen it myself. The mayor even gave a speech…"
Across the street in the Brooke household.