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  1. ''e must be a fine boy,' Victorine mused warmly, 'and with so many targets he will 'ave lots of practice. 'ow old he is now, Countess?' Victorine was pleased Charlotte enjoyed her joke as to pheasants. Humour, Victorine had found, was not a common language. A joke to one was mere drivel to another. But now she dared to allow herself grow a little in confidence. After all, she believed herself to be somewhat quick witted. In her native tongue, certainly. 'A man?' Victorine gasped with laughter, 'if 'e is as charmant as the city, well? Per'aps I must love 'im even if 'e does not deserve it. But until such man arrives, I shall satisfy myself with London.' Victorine did believe that it was very unlikely such a man could exist, if only for the magnitude and pace of such charming. She gestured to a little path leading from the Grotto. 'Would you allow me to join you in your promenade, Countess? I should 'ate to think we are delaying anyone's satisfaction of the Grotto. Nor yours prior to finding me. Do you think anyone would be so bold to...make use of the Grotto in our wake?' A wayward apricot curl fell from her very rustic up do, and then, like clockwork she swept it away. Victorine always felt herself best in motion, and smiled at the reference to a Killigrew. She had been told of him at the purchase of her book. ''E is a playwright, non? Then it is no wonder then I find you to be clever, Countess.' But she frowned at the mention of fire. 'Was this is the Great Fires? For shame.'
  2. But Lady Ballater did not mind so much to be a breadcrumb with such a welcoming hostess. Quite without knowing it, her fingertips brushed lightly over one of her gaudy apricot curls at the mention of her hair, but after a brief moment of distraction la baronne quickly got to the divestment of her cloak. And she surrendered her many bottles of cultivated choices in wine. Pleased that Darlene had noted her small act of bravery (and thought kindly of it) Victorine gave a small gasp of laughter. Her life in Calais had none of the breeding of the noblesse either in France or England, but the petit bourgeois who frequented her Father's parties upheld such societal graces staunchly. It was easy now to defy that particular stricture knowing the Lady Darlene was inside. Besides she was quite hoping to find the party a little more cozy than formal - considering the lady's allusion to a nightly adventure. 'It is easy to be brave in your company,' Victorine said after a small soft peal of laughter, her pale blue eyes likewise twinkling, 'but I daresay I may do different on another night. Per'aps even an heure, or two? Then, there will be no need mourn the heels on our slippers and we may smoke our champagne and drink our cigars to the content of our 'earts!.' Les oiseaux-mouches about Darlene's hem danced prettily as the two ladies passed through the archway into the great room. 'Timings, si,' Victorine echoed, leaning close towards Darlene, 'but now I am very curious.' Knowing the wine, the meal and company were settled, Victorine considered that it could indeed the nightly excursion that would be the topic of the bad news. But still, she was uncertain. So said: ' I cannot be un'appy, but you - will you be un'appy? Are we still to venture sous la lune?' A short determined rap sounded behind them. Perhaps this was the lady Sophia after all, and Darlene could reveal her mysteries? OOC: sorry for the delay, I think my computer saved the error page as a go to (had to munch some cookies!)
  3. Victorine Folle

    Away & Here Notices

    That's awful Hope. It's surprising how much you use once you can't. Hope you're on the mend. Like Hope I'm also under lockdown, working (with my toddler at home) and am finding it difficult to carve time out to finish my post. So I will be a bit slow.
  4. Victorine knew she had her maid to thank for her turn out. Her maid had taken an unusual and careful toilette of her person, and had also taken stock of the wine bottles Victorine intended to gift to Darlene to complement a lush and delicious menu. Meanwhile, Victorine was able to add a few extra flourishes: she swapped her Ballater hippocampe for a pearl necklace, pinned back (where possible) her bevy of apricot curls into a rustic coiffure and added a pearl broach. As her hired coach finally came to a stop before a number 34 (it looked primed for a party), she felt a small adjustment to her own feelings about her insipidness. Her voluminous dark green skirts were an excellent foil to her own gaudy hair, and she had decided to primp a little more than she would, opting for creamy lace edges at her bodice and at her small waistline. Her only concern was a wayward movement, given the tight lacings and somewhat indecorous neckline. How had Darlene made it look so effortless? And was she so sure she would not be a breadcrumb amongst the marchpane? The creative genius for this particular party was surely inside the dazzling house. 'Lady Ballater to see Lady Oakham,' Victorine announced before she - and her wine - were seen inside.
  5. Victorine blinked. Her mouth was slightly curled in wry, dark amusement at the scenario. Her straight nose wrinkled thoughtfully, but her pale blue eyes remained impish: 'la! Now I am quite intrigued.' Would be kinder to root out such things before or after the fact Victorine wondered. 'And I take your meaning, my lady. Not all flushed out pheasants are those we would want to feast our eyes upon.' Chuckling slightly, Victorine gave no outward recognition as to the lady's significance, or who exactly 'grandpapa' could be. Lady Cavendish had spent a great deal of her time on Victorine's education, but la baronne was not a diligent enough pupil to make the connection with every name. 'Then I 'ope your son is diligent in 'is pestering,' Victorine mused, thinking of her own in Calais 'I believe all grandpapa's like the attention.' 'It 'as been only two days, my lady,' Victorine responded, 'but I believe I am already in love. I expect to be 'appy 'ere.' She looked back reflectively at the grotto. 'Although there are many things I am yet to learn. It is rather exciting.' 'I am a quick study,' Victorine took her book from its hiding place from amongst her skirts, the title reading Venvs and Adonis, 'but the scale of my task grows and grows each day. I thought I would begin with your Shakespeare.' Victorine did not read English as easily as she spoke it, but she would have to practice.
  6. There had been a few traders from Cornwall over the years but not many. Like many who had made her father's acquaintance, they did seem somewhat piratical. 'Penzance is splendid name,' Victorine said, firmly of the opinion that Cornwall did seem adventurous 'I do not doubt you will find many pirates there. I am told they bring their treasure into caves at night, guided only the by moonlight and torches.' As to the bonbon, Victorine waived a happy hand at Darlene's martyrdom. 'Then I shall save it,' she said, 'for our next rendez-vous.' Darlene's experience of Albemarle sounded perfectly theatrical. Victorine slanted her pale blue eyes towards Darlene, over a knife edge of a smile. She could not quite help herself as her amusement was in danger of spilling over into laughter. And she fought, hard, for control. 'Per'aps we ought to redefine your success for surely it is a much 'arder feat to get a lord to gift his clock?' As for the target of Darlene's dare, the Baroness of Ballater truly did not think she could succeed where the vivacious Darlene had failed, but these names were interesting. While la baronne did possess a good memory, the finer details on these men seemed to have slipped from her comprehension. Lady Cavendish had taken the time to educate Victorine, and had put names forward into their conversation as if they were merely from a deck of cards one might carry around. Victorine was not so well versed, she had never needed to be. But thankfully both Arlington and Albemarle sounded familiar to her ears, more so than Burgoyne. 'Oh I lick my hurts if I fail,' Victorine replied to Darlene's thoughtfulness, 'but my confidence always rallies.' Pondering the options placed before her, the frenchwoman settled a small smile upon Darlene. 'Per'aps they are very challenging, as you are very clever in their picking. But perhaps I should walk before I run, non? So I would try to make a friend of Lord Burgoyne.' Besides it may be more natural if he was already a friend of Darlene's. OOC: I'm happy to wrap up :)
  7. Victorine could not help the flush that edged onto her cheeks. While she was embarrassed to have such a thing so starkly said, she thought perhaps this lady truly meant it as a joke. And she was not offended, rather delighted. 'Hélas,' Victorine lamented, in mock despair, 'I am sorry to 'ave disappointed you.' The Frenchwoman tucked her bawdy book behind her skirts and continued to smile as an rather nice apology was given by this energetic lady. Victorine did not wish for the lady to know just yet what she was reading. The pages of her book were shameful: they were dog-eared as if read over and over again. Victorine did not willingly cause trauma to the papers but her frustration was occasionally meted out unfairly. 'Non,' Victorine replied unconcerned with the disruption. She gave a small start, then paused: 'is there a chance such a thing would take place 'ere?' Victorine found herself chuckling at her own naivety; she had been attracted by the scent and sense a solitary security. Her hired maid would not be far away; but neither close on hand enough to prevent La Baronne from stumbling onto misdeeds or sex, impersonating coitus interruptus in the flesh. 'I am Victorine Folle, Baronness Ballater,' Victorine gave her introductions after a few moments, 'I would say I am newly arrived to London, but I am sure that is quite evident.' The comment was not self-deprecating, merely factual but Victorine intended that it also be a little joke.
  8. Never bored. Victorine almost sighed in amused displeasure. La baronne had nearly been bored to death in Ballater, and dreamed nightly of running away and becoming gypsy. Or more, going north to become a wild Scot. Perhaps if she possessed Darlene's gusto, she would have. But London was to be her remedy, Victorine reminded herself. And something, deep in her gut, nudged her towards Darlene. Victorine also did little to disabuse Darlene of the notion that she had come to London from France, and that these fears she spoke of were only rooted in the sea passage. As for the bonbons, Victorine handed the box containing the last delight. 'I am told these are all the rage in Paris,' Victorine responded with a small smile, she herself did not believe that one bit, 'I like never to know what taste will come.' These bonbons were selected neither particularly extravagant or wild in their flavours; ordinary candied fruit made an anchor point for the delicious chocolate, although there were occasionally crisp flakes of nougatine to give a sweet crunch. Victorine's palate ran decidedly sweet. 'Molière of course,' Victorine lied, 'then I shall thank 'im for his creations.' She recalled that one of her Father's clients had seen le troupe du Roi in Lyons, and their local Priest had denounced a not-so-ridiculous caricature called Tartuffe - or was it Panulphe? - but beyond such things, Victorine knew very little. She did not recall if Molière was to the tastes of her grandfather either. This was, Victorine noted, was an opportunity to further her education. But alas Victorine was not so distracted by her chocolates, or her thoughts of Molière to miss the small glimpse into another story of adventure. Victorine slid an amused smile towards her companion: 'where shall you travel next? Is it some place daring?' 'Then,' Victorine deduced, 'you also believe that gentlemen and ladies can indeed be friends?' La baronne did not believe Darlene would send her a less than virtuous challenge. But perhaps she was being naive, but then she chose in accordance with giving Darlene the benefit of the doubt, 'a male.' A male friend would also no doubt open her up to visit further places in London. 'And you must tell me why you believe this gentlemen will be so challenging?'
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    Victorine's Footprints

    12th April Mid-Morning: Late Afternoon: 13th April Midday: Late Afternoon: Evening:
  10. But Victorine did indeed have a rendezvous. Her partner spread itself over her face, delicately tickling upon her bottom lip. There, her rendezvous was held in place with a half-asleep, half-awake hand. It had been a hard read. But titillating when the meanings dawned upon her. While her own English was conversational; she was not yet a natural in the reading of the short novel. And when her concentration had finally been unduly taxed, Victorine had felt her body and mind rest. La baronne did not realise that she had slipped over into sleep. Surely it had been only a few mere moments before she heard the gleeful sally towards her direction. Quite unaware that this Grotto was a place of choice for lovers, and others, Victorine had found a small perch to rest. But it was from that small perch which she now was jolted. Squirming somewhat at the thought she had been found asleep, or found out reading her bawdy book, Victorine stood and moved towards the origin of the small giggle. Curious. The orange blossom always seemed stronger in the afternoon. It was a particular favourite of the frenchwoman, and perhaps the reason she was drawn there in the first place. ' 'ello?' Victorine called out into the expanse. She could hear movement but could not quite see the lady who lent her voice to the small joke. 'At least,' Victorine said into the expanse, 'neither of us are alone?' At least she hoped that it was a lady. OOC - 13th April, afternoon? Would that suit?
  11. 'Four brothers,' Victorine remarked, 'but did you not adventure also with them, Darlene?' Victorine did not have the upbringing of a noble; but there had been wealth enough amongst her family to allow her her own capers and adventures. At least she had not been required to work for her living. 'Separate, si,' Victorine replied, peering towards Darlene. It was hard not to notice that between the two of them they filled the entire expanse of the stairwell with skirt. And everyone else had to dart between them, or press themselves against the wall. 'I do not know this word 'gadabout,' Victorine said, sensing rather than knowing the intention of the word, 'but I think per'aps 'e was.' There seemed to be little harm in allowing this to be common knowledge. But Victorine would not have it thought that wished for pity, or have Darlene believe she wished for pity so added: 'I did not mind it so much.' --- 'Please eat,' Victorine insisted with a small laugh, ' 'ave as many as it pleases you. See? ' The elder of the two popped another bonbon into her mouth, with a small satisfied 'mmm' and swept the small box towards Darlene, 'I am unafraid.' The box held its precious treasures in 3 by 3 array, with delicate tissue around the edges sealing them in from their carry box, and so far there were only five remaining. Victorine was rapidly feeling smitten with this young lady also. There was a freshness in Darlene that lent a sort of vibrancy to her room, even to her simple treats and their conversation. Darlene looked just right amongst Victorine's fashionable apartment. To be such a fantastic creature was just the thing Victorine longed to be seen as, rather than an unusual old woman. That ship alas might have sailed a few years ago. 'I am very content 'ere,' Victorine sighed after a few moments, 'I am glad I am come to London. I 'ad not come for nearly a year as I was too nervous to come on my own. But I am can be bold.' Victorine nodded in agreement as Darlene revealed her talent with great confidence. The Frenchwoman could attest to the lady's charisma after all. ''And in this I believe you already. I 'ave no doubt that your every meal is excellent, and each sip of your wine delicious and the conversation amusing.' Victorine gave a small shrug before continuing: 'I can not think of anything better.' As for her own talent, Victorine smiled as Darlene inspected her for anything that could inform her guess. But the guess caused Victorine to laugh and a faint blush arose at her cheeks; she was just as embarrassed as she was pleased. 'If I 'ave won you over Darlene then I am 'appy. And you,' she slanted her pale eyes towards her companion, blue eyes twinkling, ' 'ave excellent taste.' What Victorine did know truly of herself was that at first glance she could appear insipid. In character as well as in form. Despite the gaudy colour of her hair, she often slid under people's notice and while she had always relied on it until now, perhaps she should take a different approach here in London. What la baronne thought the most endearing aspect of Darlene was her vivacity. Peaking underneath, however, Victorine was sure there was a grand penchant towards mischief. And Victorine hoped to capture a small piece of Darlene's interest: 'think you I could befriend anyone? Per'aps I should put myself to the test?'
  12. Victorine Folle

    Away & Here Notices

    Hi all, I am still here. But I'm not able to post as much as much as I would like due to family events (I'm having a great time! But there is not a lot of it left for writing!) I will be back up and running within the next week!
  13. Victorine Folle

    What a View! (Wednesday, April 13th, midday) Caroline OPEN

    'I see you would 'ave my curiosity satisfied,' Victorine replied with a wide smile upon her lips. La baronne rouged a little under Lady Kendishall's indulgence and instinctively she put a hand to her cheek, cooling what was starting to bloom there. 'And I thank you greatly for it. It would be an 'oneur of mine to attend.' While Victorine was not a merry widow in her actions; could she be in danger of earning the reputation? As to the question as to where they should seek a refreshment, Victorine was thankful for the opportunity to quiz her companion. 'Is it true that ladies are barred from some établissements; like Eve from le jarden d'Eden?' Even in France, the salons did not occur without the salonnières. 'Per'aps the Lion rouge?' Margaret, approaching The approaching lady struck her bulls eye. But then Victorine supposed, for a stroll in the Sun it was odd to be without a parasol. Catching sight of the scarlet material, Victorine slanted her careful blue eyes sideways towards Caroline. Her impossibly blue eyes rested there for just a moment before she moved her gaze towards Margaret as the lady spoke. La baronne had never heard English spoken in such a manner. Low, flat, arched short vowels, very much like what she had heard amongst the Flemmings quarter at Calais. It took Victorine a moment to catch the meaning of the words. 'I am Victorine Folle, Lady Ballater; and this is Lady Kendishall,' a flattering gesture was made towards her blonde companion, 'you 'ave saved London from further chaos I think. I am very grateful that you brought 'im back to me.' If the sullied, errant parasol was offered back to her, Victorine would take it into hand to inspect the damage. However, she did not seek to explain the reason as to why it would in flight after all. Victorine hoped Margaret would draw her own - false - conclusion. Assured that the maid was not harmed, Victorine gave a little sigh of relief. This new acquaintance seemed well to do, fashionable even. Amongst these two fashionably dressed women; Victorine felt like she was an odd fish. While she had just spent ample coin that morning on a wardrobe, she had yet to be garbed in them. Her current ivory dress had a higher neckline than was fashionable, with a decidedly old-fashioned cut and lace, arranged in a very common fashion, at the sleeves. it made her seem more matronly, beyond her twenty five years. 'Will you join us for a cup? Lady Kendishall and I wish to revive our spirits?'
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    What a View! (Wednesday, April 13th, midday) Caroline OPEN

    'To be of such similar mind,' Victorine mused, 'on such matters will be your good fortune.' Victorine was not so green to misunderstand that the staid formalities and faux innocence of a wedding ceremony might not to be the widow's tastes but what exactly did the lady prefer at these wild parties? A lady with a great imaginative mind such as Victorine could start to wonder. As it was, Victorine had been to several rowdy weddings but none in the sense at which Victorine imagined Lady Kendishall hinted. Nevertheless, a wild wedding or no, a gift was always wanted - so a gift would be sent. A descension indeed. Victorine chuckled, a hand upon the front of her stays. Then she responded: 'it is true, I am very much without now. But it was worth loosing the parasol, I think. Besides I was told it was not my couleur.' Delighted to know that she was not a victim of la vertige Victorine was ready to move her way down the very many stairs, and thus Lady Kendishall's words did not mean an unnatural end to their sight seeing. 'Si,' Victorine said, upon a small smile, 'and very clever. Then, shall we seek out more earthly comforts below, hien?' Taking us down Victorine had no clear knowledge of what had become of her little parasol. And her thoughts were rather on something else as they wound down the corkscrew stairs: how masculine such a monument was without homelier, softer touches. There was no lace in the room except for cobweb. Once Caroline and Victorine had safely stepped off, and out of the grand building, Victorine looked up for her own measure of the height. It was great, indeed. But as she turned to view Lady Kendishall for a moment her mind burst with curiosity but she found herself pausing before addressing them directly to Caroline. 'Will you join me for a cup, Lady Kendishall? I find myself thirsty for wine and to satisfy my curiousity.' Victorine slanted her careful blue eyes towards Caroline, and whispered: 'what does a wild party look like?'
  15. Pleased to have found an adventure, Victorine likewise gathered her skirts and ascended the stairs. 'I 'ave no brothers, though I would 'ave liked many,' Victorine remarked, gazing at Darlene over her shoulder as she made her progress towards her rooms. But then she would not have inherited anything, so it was sweet sort of bitterness. 'My 'usband is not alive-,' Victorine said as they continued up the stairs, until they reached her rooms. Then, she whispered to Darlene, 'but 'e 'ad much joy of his last years. I am told.' At least much more than she had. She opened the door to allow Darlene to see if this was a memory from her past, in the room named after the Tree of Life. There were travelling boxes stacked on top of each other in one corner and a rather unfashionable evening dress laid out on the bed. Otherwise, there was ample floor space to move around in. The room smelled slightly of citrus, a perfume that Victorine was testing out sparingly. 'Make yourself at 'ome, Darlene,' Victorine said as she perched herself upon the edge of her bed, and opened a small box revealing a bevy of chocolate bonbons, sitting in delicate tissue. There was also a nearby crystal bottle of port. Her maids had kept the rooms tidy, but Victorine did spy an errant stocking perched over her room divider. But alas, it was too late to fix that matter. Darlene seemed kind enough to ignore it, or perhaps they could even laugh about it. So, Victorine may have the chance to meet this intriguing Lady Toledo of whom Lady Cavendish spoke. 'It is such a beauteous thing, to sing,' Victorine replied upon a wide smile, 'this is Lady Toledo, non? I am told she sings Operas magnificently.' That was not precisely true, the report was more along the lines of the sounds of a royally approved strangled cat. 'I do not think I possess any talent in great remark,' Victorine replied ruefully. But she was not truly disappointed, having many years to come to reconcile herself. 'But, something tells me, that you do, Darlene....?'