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Darlene Hamilton

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    Lady Oakham

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    Viscountess
  • INTERESTS
    Hostessing Events, Theatre, Throwing Parties and Spectaculars
  • OCCUPATION
    Spellbound by Miss Divine

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  1. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "I deserved to know?" she repeated back to him. "No Charles, I deserve better." Her mind had begun to whirl, remembering his mention of Sedley earlier. Sedley had been Yorks mistress, yes it must have been Sedley he was in a relationship with. But even after getting that woman pregnant he did not intend to marry her. Charles was opening her eyes, that was true, he was not the man she thought he was. "I dont deserve half a heart, or a third, or a quarter - how many others even are there?" He'd said he only got one of his 'follies' pregnant so far. "I deserve a whole heart, and to be the centre of the world for someone. Plainly that is not you. You cannot know me at all if you did not already know this." Though even as she spoke she wondered of the truth of it. Perhaps she didn't deserve the all encompassing sort of love. Thomas had spent so much time at work. Perhaps shed not been enough for him either. "Leave, leave. You are not the noble gentle man I thought you were. Leave. If you are even half the man I thought you were you'd make an honest woman of that poor Catherine Sedley - York did not do right by her, and now you dont either." Darlene squeezed eyes shut, tipping her face to the mist, the coolness did a little to cool the hot tears that streamed. It all made sense to her suddenly, this was why he'd not wanted her to tell friends about their courtship - she'd been just another dirty secret for him. Was he still there? 'On my god, go already' With a gasp of breath she yelled, "LEAVE!"
  2. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    Present tense. Darlenes usual manner had vanished, as though it had been torn away by this blast. She was a skeleton of her own self. "Mistresses are for men who are in loveless marriages." her voice was weak, though her words spoken from firm viewpoint. Whatever Thomas's faults had been, he'd never taken a mistress, he'd never shamed her like that. "Mistresses give men in impossible situations that which they cannot already have. This woman carrying your child is not a mistress Charles, don’t delude yourself to say that she is. Don’t delude yourself to say she does not want to give her baby his fathers name." "Now, please leave. I don’t want to look at you." Darlene remembered what it was like to carry a baby with it's future unknown, she still carried a host of repressed feelings on that subject.
  3. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    Those words set her mind to spinning. And then he added the 'Just One'. She felt very lightheaded, and paled visibly. "Oh just one." Darlene repeated as dizziness did not help her to make any sense of or understand it. "Who, who is she Charles? Are you still. Still seeing her?" Tears might be close, or anger, but worst of all the memory of Francis Cavandishes scathing impression of her courtship flashed into her mind. “… no don’t tell me, I don’t want to know. So, you shall have to marry her.” If Charles was the gentleman she believed him to be, then that was the obvious outcome. Turning her head from him she wished she had the energy to run from this suddenly awful scene. How can I have been so stupid? There had probably been many signs, and she’d not noticed. “I think you should leave.” Darlene told him.
  4. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    Darlene blinked, her perfect brow troubled at his evasive reply. "Well no. I shall want to know of all of those things, when we are married we shall have no secrets. Why really we should have no secrets in courting either." Withdrawing her hand from his Darlene sensed (finally) that he had something horrible to tell her. "How bad are your follies Charles? Tell me it is noting more serious than..." here she paused, for even now it was too hard to imagine him doing anything less than noble. Like Thomas. If Thomas had ever erred, it had been upon the side of caution, and also over diligence to his work. Those were the sorts of follies she could easily forgive.
  5. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "Oh no Charles, I was only playing. We don’t need anyone else now we have properly found each other." She did not like the sound of marrying some old person for his money, she was far too romantic minded to see it's appeal. While her actual life might have made some question, she saw goodness and fine intentions in any of her past liaisons (eg her kindness and generosity of indulging the Duke!) Darlene's past gleamed with a bright halo in her viewpoint. So Charles took her hands, and there was a brightness in his eyes. This is the moment - surely! But instead of popping the question he talked of other woman as though there had been multitudes. Darlene’s brow faltered, and she withdrew her hands. "Oh don’t talk of others Charles, you upset me so." Where was his declaration that she was his one and only?! "I thought you were going to be serious." It had been practically weeks since his first talk of marriage, and Darlene was not known for her patience. “Aren’t you going to propose to me Charles? If you are going to be silly like this, I shall change my mind of my answer.” rosebud lips pouted.
  6. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    She was pleased when he left the topic of Catherine Sedley behind, instead he was moved to romance, with whimsy recollections of their times past. Though yes those thoughts involved others... "I'd always thought that we'd make perfect third husbands and wife’s." Darlene squeezed in with a romantic sigh. Neither had actually been married a second time yet, but she was prepared to overlook that. That was mere semantics. It was then, upon some unspoken cue, that she realised what was about to happen. Charles was going to finally and properly propose. At last! It was his glance at Maisie that really confirmed it. Yes he was about to bend knee in the mists to propose. Darlene's eyes flared, and she flicked her hand at Maisie to go away. "Oh yes Charles, I remember those days too. Ours was an impossible love, were we even star crossed? We were so young, too young maybe, and I was distracted, especially as my brother was threatening to marry me off. We did not have enough time did we Charles.... and our hopes were lost. "It is not everyday that people get to have a second chance." she looked into his darling eyes, while a goodly part of her wished he was still the innocent he had been. The Charles she'd first metin 75 was easy to manipulate. But Charles of 78 - not so much. She and He were both different, she figured, and she hazzarded a guess at why that was: "Have our separations grown us apart Charles? Then let togetherness draw us nearer. Let's rediscover the naievity. I must admit that when I look at you I still see you as you were, though you are more of course, you are still the noble and passionate adventurer who gave his heart so freely to me, and mine to his. Perhaps the world has scarred us since then Charles? Let us mend ourselves together, to become a magnificent new whole." Any moment now he might kneel to make his pledge, Darlene tugged off the glove of her left hand in prepare for his token. A ring. (She hoped it was gold, for however much he'd told her Silver was good too, she just did not buy it.)
  7. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    So she told a white like regarding the urgency: "Yes yes we have plenty of time to work that all out..." Darlene had practically forgotten about any money involved in the Frances matter, but was focused upon her interest in the Dorcheter, and this newest realisation that she needed to coax Walter in off the sea (and it might take rather more than some brat heiress to do so.) Now that shed thought of it, it seemed of highest priority! Even though Charles seemed to not want to talk about his ward and her property any more, he continued the conversation, adding that Frances had been difficult before. "Catherine Sedley?" Darlene blinked, her pretty head puzzled. "Well I hardly blame Frances for having some good sense, I'd have said the very same thing Charles." Why on earth had Charles invited Catherine Sedley to dinner, it was hardly as though the lady was pretty even. Darlene did not even know her, which must mean that Catherine was also dull. Some manner of wall flower she supposed. "Thank heaven I shall be handling your guest lists soon enough." Charles would surely be relieved that Catherine Sedley would not be on any such list!
  8. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "But you must." Darlene stated simply. There had never been any question on that point to her mind. "But it is Walter dont you see, this would be an ideal way for me to lure him back to England. He's been gadding about the oceans for far too long - and what if anything happened to him. That would make Percy the familers new heir, heaven forbid he should ever become the Earl." "Yes quite so." she agreed with a bounce of mist-damped curls, "I shall win her over just as you say. Perhaps she shall be a spy for me and report on the other ladies if they break any of my rules. Not that I shall have many rules, only the sensible ones." It seemed to be working out very nicely indeed.
  9. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "Oh no I dont imagine he will give me the dowry," Darlene clarified, Walter was not a fool. "But he will let me oversee the young ladies at the Boarding house. I always fancied I would provide them with the most useful and interesting instructions - besides I have always wanted my own coterie that hangs off my every word." Charles had dangled Dorchester house before her that way for what seemed like years now. His pesky renovations had taken far far too long - and now she learned that he did now even own it! Still she'd forgive Charles this. "Well yes I suppose. She might soon stay at Dorchester house herself, for of course we shall not want her knocking around the house after we are wed. Nor her mother for that matter... We shall exist in a idylic bliss, our hours of making love only interupted by bouts of daring adventures setting wrongs to right."
  10. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "But my brothers always do as I ask." Darlene blinked, Charles had had such a silly thought. "It is a pity you have'nt any sisters, for then you'd have known that. But then again, now you have me, so you must know that my ideas are such that everyone agrees to go along with them." Darlene paused breifly at that point as she remembered that Charles was the one fellow who'd disagreed with her. Which while possibly proving his prior point, did not suit her thinking still. Walter would like some land, a fancy London house, and probably money too. But better yet he'd not be dead from the ocean, Darlene still missed her brother Henry whom the Cape Horn waves had claimed. Perhaps her beau read her mind, for he then asked about her other brothers. "Aside from Walter there is only Percival left, for my dear brother Henry was lost at sea. Do you remember the Memorial Statue I had raised, to comemorate all the those at sea, and the service for Henry there that Percival led. Percy is in the Church you see, though lowly within it. And he's never talked much of marrying, and most certainly not to me." If Charles thought to win her over with talk of bossing his ward around, it was not working. "... I dont think I like Frances, she sounds like trouble if you ask me. I have enough trouble already dont you know." Darlene pouted, ready to sulk if Charles did not agree.
  11. OOC: trying to bump things along here - Victorine please join back in when you can. IC: Chatham handled the information well, for a man. She shouldnt hae really hoped for anything more. Still Darlene's eyes then swung to the ladies, in hopes that they would provide her desired reactions to the hinted at future engagement yet to come... Alas Darlene was disappointed again. "But that is not what Charles meant surely when he suggested a more secret venture?" Spoken hopefully as it seemed their evening was to be filled with probably boring talk and no actual action. "After all a Royal's life is at risk. And I had so hoped that we'd spend at least a little of this evening aboard a ship. Perhaps in the hold. Thats where most villains seem to hang out. Sophia, your belly is hardly even full yet. You shall be perfectly fine on a walk all the way up to skipping speed if you need."
  12. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    There was no good news on the Smiths front, unless you counted stalling the girls marriage till she was 21. "We'd have to keep her wealth a secret." she said, "or we could have my brother marry her, he's 28 already, and I'd feel far happier if he retired from the sea." Infact it was such a fine thought that Darlene was smiling again. "Yes Walter should marry her immediately, that would look far less self serving than if your own brother did." And Walter would let Darlene play the Belle of Dorchester house.
  13. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "Country party members are still devoted to the King." Darlene had to say, from her perspective. She was politically illiterate enough to think her Bother and the Cavandishes were radicals, "They are simply free thinking enough to not follow blindly. But isnt that the whole purpose of parliament, to discuss various views The last thing anyone of any party wants is another civil war." The matter of Charles tale of heroism gained her silent attention... it was very dramatic, such a tale as she'd never imagined of him. Till now she'd never even thought about his parents, though mention of the Court of Wards rung a ball. Catriona had also had something to do with that. And Moorhead, his name had been in the papers, she thought. "Oh dear..." Charles completed his tale she replied quietly while her mind reeled. She hardly liked the idea that there were other women living in his house already. It was definitely a dampener. And also, that he didn’t own Dorchester house, which she'd become a tad attatched to. "Will Mrs Smith die soon do you think?" She tried to be subtle in how she asked, but it was a bit of a cannon ball whatever the tone used. "While the girl Frances, she is old enough now to be wed - but when she marries, the investments you'd made on their behalf will go to the husband will they not?" The dead wood of mute mother would also become the new husbands responsibility. Which while it was a way to get rid of these hangers on, meant that Charles would be of reduced means. Her brother James might not be so pleased of that.
  14. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "No I have not met Francis-smith, or her mother. What do you mean 'in your care'? Do you mean you put them in jail - but why would someone in jail deserve singing lessons?" It made no sense to Darlene, who indeed thought that Charles worked all of his waking hours, unless he happened to be horse racing. His questions about her brother were easily answered, and with an assurance that it was completely safe. "The pump I can go the other way too, and make more air then should fit in the space, go in. It was telling me some reason that that was important too, but I don't think I was paying attention." Then they talked of Cornwall, and a little concern raised in her mind. "Oh dear Charles, perhaps you did not know this, but my brother is a little bit country party minded, and why in fact the Cavandishes are highly-educated too." Darlene knew very little about politics, that she remembered how the duke used to talk to her, his thoughts were somewhat radical. She had a sudden feeling that James and Charles might not always agree. "I'd still like to go to Cornwall though."
  15. Darlene Hamilton

    A romantic picnic | Knightsbridge, midday Thursday

    "I should have told you Charles, what was I thinking." Darlene lamented with a smile of relief that he believed her. Although it wasn't really very long ago, she could hardly remember the exact details. Who had she told that didn't believe her? "I was all a little bit upset at the time." There had been other difficulties she'd been dealing with (or not dealing with) "Yes, I'll just sharpen the dagger. Or pass you your walking stick!" She grinned, very taken with the idea of teamwork. So Darlene sung the little folk song, and being a performance-focused soul she put on a good show. As Charles tried to join in too - she was delighted. "I'm entirely self taught." She then revealed to his fan-questions, "but I've been putting on pantomimes since I was four don't you know, and practically lived at the local theatre once I discovered it." If Charles lingered on that subject she would be bound to launch into her love of the playwright Moliere! In fact, her eyes brightened and she drew a deep breath - But then Charles asked about her eldest, and favourite, brother. The breath of spring air intended for regalia of the French playwright was then transferred to honor James. "...oh yes my brother is more focused upon the sciences than politics, but not to neglect his duty, for believe he's given his proxy vote to the Cavandishes. He is married to one of the cousins, did you ever meet Gracie St John?" Darlene and Gracie got along swimmingly. "My brother the Earl is on the verge of a breakthrough. Something to do with a vacuum. Do you know what a vacuum is Charles? I didn't until James showed me, it is a giant glass jar with a hose on a pump that can suck the air out of it. And whatever you put inside the glass jar badly reacts. It's horrible actually, but James says it's important." Darlene was so happy chatting away with Charles she didn't even feel like eating. But she did cup her drink of cider in both hands, and now and then paused to take a sip of it. "Do you think we should do this often? Picnicing I mean. Except when the season ends of corse. I'm so looking forward to go in to see Cornwall... I told all my friends about it, and that we will probably hunt pirates while at it. Everyone is so jealous." Darlene had their recess all planned.
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