Trocinna Monologue

My father is sick with yellow fever, so I was sent to London to get medicine. We don’t have money to pay the doctor. This type of medicine is Trocinna. It contains three ingredients, mint, honey, and a white tropaeoleum; a rare flower that everyone wants but only a select few can have.
In London, it is very civil.
As I was walking down the streets, I bumped into a person. It was a man with grey wig and dark eyes, he looked grumpy. He wore a silk velvet cravat with a red waist coat, a red coat, red breeches, silk stockings, and the most expensive leathered shoes. When I bumped into him he grunted and gave me a deadly look.

"You there, girl! What's your name?"

"Elizabeth Coward, sir." I was startled.

"You most certainly are a coward, girl,"
Your father used to ‘serve’ me."
"Serve for you?! How dare you! My father used to be an influential lord in the House of Commons! Until he was exiled for a false treason!"
"No, your father tried to poison our former king!"
"My father would never...."
SLAP!
There was only silence for what felt like an eternity.

"You are a lucky girl that I don't turn you in for speaking to a nobleman in such a manner!”

I didn't say anything. As Averitt continued walking he pushed me aside. After a moment, I started walking again; I was heading towards the chemist.
When I walked in there was an old man with no hair, a blue silk cravat, white cotton stockings, brown leathered shoes, and a brown waistcoat. The room is large, more like a kitchen area. The walls are painted cream and the floors are dark oak. There seven shelves. The 3 red and 7 brown painted shelfs have different categories of medicine and different supplies. The shelfs are really disorganized, but you can tell which medicine is which because of the labels. Some medicines are powdered, liquid, an herb, or chewable pills. There are not very much supplies, but there are bowls, mortars and pestles,
The Proprietor was using the mortar and pestle to break down
This is my lucky chance! I turned around and head south back to the chemist. Maybe Pierre-Antoine would help me to get in as a boy. I ran to the chemist shop, bumping into some people without apologizing to them. How rude of me, but I am so much in a hurry. I opened the chemist door and slammed it shut.
“Oh my! Elizabeth, is that you? What's going on? Are you feeling alright?”
“Too many questions to answer, sir, but I am so excited.”
“Forgive me, but excited for what?”

I told him what the town crier had said about the king’s announcement. Pierre-Antoine looked at me like I’m crazy.
“I’m telling you! If you could teach me how to act like a man…”
“No.” Wait, what?! Did he just say no to me? Why would he say that? Did I say something wrong?
“Wait, what do you mean no?”
“Because you are a woman. A woman does not do a man’s job. She is just a housewife who serves her husband.”
“Housewife? Housewife! But sir, this is my only chance to get a job and earn money so I can get the medicine for my father.” I am so desperate to get a job at the palace. It would probably would take me some time to convince Pierre- Antoine to teach me because I am a woman and he’s a man, he that cannot agree with my