Mrs. Hudson stood at the doorway... dressed in the most common type of home long dress seen on the market.
It was a pale blue color and it looked like the material wasn't bad, though it had been washed to the point of looking a bit old.
In this era, the public's faith in the Vatican had really infused into every detail of life, and most women's fashionable clothing carried a hint of the flavor of a nun's habit, with some even adopting the same style but adding brightly colored prints to the collars and cuffs.
Like the nightgown Mrs. Hudson wore before, which was printed with a little bear, these types of nightgowns were actually not popular in the market.
"Landlord, sir? Ha, what an odd title, just call me Mrs. Hudson..." she said.
Sherlock smiled and said, "Alright, Mrs. Hudson."
To be honest, it felt a bit odd for her to insist on the title 'Mrs.' at her age, but Sherlock decided to go along with it nonetheless.
