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George Hardwick III

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    Lord Chichester

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  • Title
    Earl
  • INTERESTS
    The Arts | Gentle Company | Philosophy
  • OCCUPATION
    Lord of estates in Chichester and Dulwich
    Director of The Wilhelmina Boyle Academy of Arts

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  1. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    Of war, his fiancé suggested Spain instead. "A fair suggestion, but as I am good friends with Ambassador Toledo, and war would disrupt his happiness terribly - might I suggest the Danes instead." said cheerfully. The topic of Athenry's salon mingled about so that Carline too became engaged in it. The hiccup seemed to be that Cadell did not already possess a hand full of academics. "Then you must begin at the start." he said, and then gesturing with artistic finger suggested, "I shall definitely introduce you to Dr Sprat, there you might set up a night to discuss some of his fondest leanings? Yes. And then invite one or two of your favourites, especially if those favourites had highly stationed friends. It shall be a grand evening. That might be where your Salons fame begins to grow." Left unsaid was the little detail that getting the King to Attend would guarantee such a events success. But he did not want to rush in your friend (who was modest to a fault! ) Pleased with his guests appreciation of his new Toy, George was happy to provide more examples for Caroline, right up inti the sound of the dinner gong. "Is it six already?" George stood and offered his hand to Caroline to assist her from her chair. "Come through to the dining hall, hark I can hear the musicians are already playing." he smiled warmly to Cadell and Caroline. (George did not usually have a string quartet playing during meal times, but tonight had been to be a special occasion, as the ring box concealed in his pocket might attest.) The dining room was one of those oak liked walls affairs, with dramatically long dining table, set with a glittering candelabra, not to be out done by glittering chandelier above. At the nearest end the table was dressed for 3 persons, platters and plates already in place for the soup course. They would begin with a clear chicken broth.
  2. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    The marvel of the callipers went right over Caroline’s head, her reply held none of the awe he'd hoped for. "But it far more than science, do you see? If the Creators aesthetic to be measured by one thing alone, it would be by this instrument. Discovered by a mathematician yes, but to appreciated by everyone whom has eyes to see. Now how might I demonstrate..." he cast his eyes about the room looking to some aptly and easily measurable & natural artifact. Meanwhiles Cadell’s comment on (The Paris Salons?) - the lack of their French twin in London, George interjected a comment. "He whom perceives the need might be well positioned to rectify that." Cadell certainly had the means now he was married to French elite! "I for one would relish an invitation to attend such." But that was far less practical than their conversation was become. Caroline had not yet changed her mind, and even seemed eager for a marriage. George flushed slightly at her response, which for some reason produced a batch of nerves. Which he smiled his way though. "Oh yes." was his reply. Just how soon was the 'soon' she imagined? "But thank you for your well wishes my friend." he made to remedy the absence of a drink in Caroline’s hand, and half filled a glass with the French l'Augier Cadell had brought with him for his fiancee. “Ah. Here we are” setting the bottle back down, he took up a small bronze of a Greek athlete throwing the discus: and with his callipers extended one tip from the figures head, the centre to the figures knee, then pivoting the final tip down to the ankle – where it met the joint perfectly. “Do you see?” he asked with a smile. “Or this- “ He made his left hand into a fist, and adjusting the callipers once for the first measurement, he then working the callipers around the joints demonstrating how all the rest of the measurements were within it’s measurements. The Earl made a satisfied noice, and then, imagining his audience was then as delighted as he had been upon this discovery, he picked up a rose from a floral arrangement. “It is in everything you see, “ and he revealed how the apparatus revealed the perfect design. It was truly marvelous. Ooc: I think it’s one of the cases of ‘you had to be here’ >.<
  3. George Hardwick III

    Unleash the Peacocks | Woolsack Weds 2pm

    George sat quietly, with a nod of head here and there, processing the information and ruminating what more he might - in discretion - add. "Thank you for your advice... here forms a plan, with your middling recomendation. "As yet the Lady victim in this crime is not aware that I am in any way informed, which is part of my predicament you see. I am loathe to advise her that her loyal servant approched me in desperation and revealed information that was not stricktly his to give. But here we are. "So I shall proceed cautiously." Slowly he inhaled and then exhaled just as heavily, brows furrowed with concern for his dear friend who deserved none of this. "A part of me wonders if I should just see the man off, pack him away on a ship to the Colonies. I am not without resources, and might easily enough provide the lady funds to carry on as befits her. Such a course might keep her pleasantly unaware of anything but some manner of 'temporary glitch' in her funds." Yes George was very very tempted to do that.
  4. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    Cadell's response was unexpected. Oh George knew that his chess partner was a serious and thought-filled fellow, but he had not realised this 'Humanism' was anything but a work he'd coined on the spot. That Humanism was in fact a topic of study. And by the manner it was spoken of, it was studied to the same degree theologists studied their creeds. "Universality." the Earl repeated, the word brought to mind the discussions on Toleration etc that he'd had with Sprat. "With that angle of perception you might argue there is more nature to unite than divide. And yet the Anaximanderian principle, and even the The Weeping Philosopher* too, witness the balancing extremes in existence - where in the separateness is even necessary for the unity of the whole." It was terribly interesting of course, and George had no interest in a mutual consensus, but rather it was debate that scintillated the mind. "Have you perchance met Mr Sprat yet Cadell? I think such an introduction would begat most lively and stimulating conversation." he spoke approvingly. While they thought to leave that topic for now, the prospect of revisiting it appealed. (Just not when he was slightly on edge anticipating his lady guest) And speaking of the devil, Lady Kendishall arrived, just at the moment that George produced his callipers. "Aha!" George smiled and stood as she swept into the room. Her manner was oddly pleasing, or perhaps the word was reassuring. She was not timid of her setting, but rather self possessed and in control of her own being. And she looked finely turned out to boot. (She could not be more the opposite of Wilhelmina his first fiancée.) He smiled at her greeting, and then chuckled as the pair of them put his display of apparatus on the spot. "What these?" he lifted the devise a little higher to describe, "these are a tool for application of the most remarkable equation in natural science ever discovered." But that needed to wait for a moment, as George gave pause to properly introduce the pair, and with hand gesure he drew Caroline into the room to claim a chair. "Caroline, please greet my guest a humble practitioner of chess whom I like to thrash, Cadell Mortimer the Lord Athenry." said with a wink to his friend, "And Cadell, here in the flesh is Caroline Despany, Lady Kendishall, whose name I am intent to change in the impending, pray never foreboding - future." * Heraclitus
  5. George Hardwick III

    Unleash the Peacocks | Woolsack Weds 2pm

    George sat in silence for moment. His own involvement with this matter had not been endorsed by the victim, and even the crime at this moment was a report from a 3rd party. He was highly reserved to speak any names on the subject. While Mountjoy was known to be a man of honour, his wife was woman entrenched in the Queen's will household... What if a misspoken word lead into gossip that flew around Court. His dearest friend Edith would be humiliated and by her own standards at least, ruined. "I appreciate where you're coming from." George said. "I have done a little spywork myself and have already discovered that he is in Man of poor reputation. But I am no more in a position to disclose the victims name now than I was a few moments ago. "What I desire most of you Lord Mt Joy is 2 find out if I have any legal recourse? He is not a member of the bar so I imagine their power is limited against him. Or perhaps not? What I wish to know is can they shut him down or some other? "I understand specifics would assist you perhaps, but as the academics that I most desire your input upon. "Meanwhile I plan to visit his family, who are well known around the city, while the law may not be able to halt him, the power of a family, I hope, shall be immediately effective. "With your permission I would like to cite your name to them, to install the fear of God into the family to resolve the matter swiftly." He paused and added, "I would like to say that I am seeking legal advice, just as I am from you, and if it is necessary, that we have no compunction against taking the entire family to the cleaners."
  6. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    "Humanist?" George gave a pause at Cadells statement. Middling opinion was dull to a mind that enjoyed colours, even if George was a man more for middling values himself. "Or perhaps is can be said that the Nations take pride in differing things, might that be a more neutral perspective perhaps? That the French aspire one way and the English another - while the majority of folk are less different than any would like to think." George avoided a reply upon the gentleman’s 'Weeping Willow', which he'd not meant to bring up in a negative way at all. Rather he gave a sympathetic smile men might give to each other when brushing past the topic of women. "Well mine is far from traditional also, it might almost be called arranged though by the persons who it involves rather than fathers. There was a sensible discussion you see, and a mutual consensus. Thankfully there was no flighty emotion involved on either side." That said George had intents to admire Caroline and already had begun to lay the groundwork there of. "Pascal and Protagoras, check and check." he marked those topics off with a laugh, "then perhaps we must plunge into such prior to her ladyship arriving - though I should prefer to revel in the marvel of the Fibonacci sequence." The earls eyes lit up, "I have just procured an instrument for, a set of callipers really, and the use of them has me entirely absorbed." With that the Earl pulled the set from his pocket in a ‘taa daa’ sort of movement. I'll invite Caroline to join us now
  7. George Hardwick III

    Unleash the Peacocks | Woolsack Weds 2pm

    "I see..." having settled to chair, and providing a nod to the look he was given by the servant (a look that he might have taken an offence at if he could have been bothered) George listened to Charles explanation of The Woolsacks role. With a further nod to the Marquis himself George replied, "I was unaware." It was his artistic and petulant nature that then found the (generous) offer of sponsorship to membership held less appeal. Or perhaps it was just human nature that something within reach was suddenly not what one wanted after all. Or perhaps it was just that he did not want to be beholden to Mountjoy any more than he already was. "Kind of you to offer, I shall think about it a little more." So he launched into his subject, but cannot have begun it very well. Mountjoy’s reply brought a frown to George's fact. "No this is naught to do with Her Majesty." his eyebrow rose, thinking Charles speculation utterly out of the blue. "The Lady in question is a widow who has inherited her husbands solicitor, which was all well and good intil then that solicitor himself passed. Her files had then been passed to another, another whom, upon my further investigation, is not fully qualified and never accepted to the bar - but whom has somehow appropriated all of the widows funds. The full details of the later I do not have, so I cannot quite say what the ultimate outcome of the unqualified villainy shall be. It is my hopes to thwart it become it comes to that. Before she finds herself homeless upon the streets - not that I would ever let her fate come to that."
  8. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    "Touche!" George cheered on Cadell’s summation. "Ah I have missed your company, thank the heavens that you managed to escape the stench of Versailles!" This former he said mostly out of appreciation for the recently returned point of view. Cadells description was humoursly said and entirely amusing a patriotic way. "...though I must admit I would still be tempted to view the full scene - properly armed with pomander." "Ah good." Assured that this was not the only bottle, George reached to pour them a refill. Intents to sip slowly upon it - rather than to get the younger man drunk. "For all of that I might comment that the worst trait of the French is their predisposition to taking everything far too seriously." he made comment. After all stink was not really so different in one city from the next. "I do hope that your dear Lady Wife is rather English in that regard. My Lady Kendishall has French roots too did you know, but she is not easily offended, why she's almost alarmingly self contained in fact." Was that a note of pride in Georges voice? And how was he managing to pull the topic back to Caroline so easily. "I am sorry." he duly apologised for muddling locale of Cadell’s new branch of family tree. Yes of course the sister was Lady Pembroke, resident in England in fact. "Gathering at the Family Christmas banquet must be quite a daunting affair." Which he meant by way of a compliment. Cadell had married very very well. But then he'd managed to be talking about Caroline again - this time accidentally prompting the others apology. "Not at all, remain seated, I insist. Lady Kendishall is sure to be pleased to make your acquaintance more properly, you must stay to dinner with us. It is in fact the first time we are to dine together, and truly I shall be grateful for the support. I am rather unpractised with the courtship of ladies - feel free to kick me under the table if I say anything incorrect. For, remarkably perhaps, Cadell was the chap with greatest experience. George sighed, and possibly proving his point then said, "Lady Kendishall does not seem to enjoy talk of philosophy."
  9. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    "A toast that is amusingly self serving," George chuckled in raising his glass, then drank back the liquid enjoying a full gusto of it's promised wonder. And a marvel it was, as he smelled it tastebuds burst to savour the particularly rich and elegant, plainly elite with lingering flavours. The afternotes warmed, dilating the eyes with appreciation. It was good. George wished he'd sipped it more slowly so the taste would last longer. "Then must I thank your Lady Wife for her inconvenience, this is certainly worth pressing past protests, please don't tell me this is the only bottle brought?" "Oh yes the pageantry, I have not played a part in the nightly parade of entertainment at Versailles, though have toured the route during daylight hours. The hall of mirrors quite spectacular, you will agree. Though there is something I would call disquieting in its theatre of duplication. "Would you say it's a curious thing to build a palace so far out into the country, been to simulate a crush of the most congested Parisian Street!" On another note, given that newly married Cadell had travelled to his wife homeland, and the usual reason for that being. "... And so you met your wifes family, if I recall correctly she also has a sister of some note..." George quizzed. And women was not only a topic for Cadell these days. George gave embarrassed laugh, "Haha, yes I am near to resolving Chichester's future. In fact Lady Kendishall is due to arrive presently, she's a very striking woman of substance and honest speech," this was the view that he had at least. "Have you had the ,fortune of making her acquaintance previously?
  10. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    "... but never to mind." George filled in warmly, "you are here now. Come on through to the lavender room." George was not blind, he understood what Cadell meant by the dropped sentence and leaning on his stick. But one did not put a magnifying glass on a friends weakness - so George moved on. Literally. The lavender room was just that; predominantly a lavender floral wall paper with accents of sage green on a cream ground. Lovely blousy lavender curtains were plump and fulsome, augmented with sage tassels. The upholstery was another flowery design, on smaller scale to that of the walls, with fat cushions in a range of shades of cream scattered about. A plush floor rug was in a deeper shade, with dark green leaf motif. "That sounds like a quarrel worth retelling," George grinned, gesturing Cadell to take a chair as he moved across the room and opened his own drinks cabinet. Pinching together a pair of nip glasses (that cheerily chattered) he returned and placed the receptacles on the table before them. "I find it hard to imagine you haggling coachmen and sailors. What of your finesse? You must have had to abandon it entirely."
  11. George Hardwick III

    Unleash the Peacocks | Woolsack Weds 2pm

    George found himself unbemused at the "stranger passing" announcement from room to room. The tone reminded him of 'dead man walking', and even when he'd been resident in The Tower there was more civility than that. Fact was that each time those words were uttered, his sentiments run more strongly towards the country party. Oh yes he was already disposed that way, it had only been on account of being Catholic that Shaftesbury had declined Georges support (way back in 75). So it was an uncomfortable Earl that arrived and viewed an especially comfortable Marquis - Mount joys expression was positively dreamy in fact. The stewards announcement shook that out (was it peevishness that pleased George at that moment?!) Whatever it was, it dislodged his discomfort, and a smile showed. "This is my first time." George replied, "I am one of the rare unaffiliated creatures of The House. Give me a fence and I shall stand both sides of it." There had been a time when George wanted to belong to this or that party, it was only quite recently that he realised he was content with his nonconforming nature. "A bun has especially no appeal following your discription of roast and parsnips. But never to mind I have an appetite for weightier things, Irish whiskey shall suit the topic admirably." George loosed his jackets front button so he might comfortably sit. His was a costume of green and yellow paisley sateen, with gold rope detailing adding a slightly military look, while still maintaining courtly frivolity. Claiming a chair, the Earl leaned forward, "But first I must swear you to secrecy, for the lady whom I hope to protect is unaware that I know of her situation. She would be most distressed if she knew I spoke of it to another. It is my hope that I can repair this transgression upon her without her ever knowing."
  12. George Hardwick III

    Scouting out Temple district | 13th am

    "Nor is The Squire much disposed to confiding in his clerk." George reproved the uppity-tone that Desmond was developing. The turn in mood had the Earl decide it was time to withdraw. "It is no matter I will send a letter to his house, I've kept you from your work long enough - and you have an appointment pending." George glanced towards the still open door, "I shall see myself out. Toodle pip!" And with no wish to suffer the imposters further prying, George carried himself off without further ado. What must his mother think of him? That is if she even knows. Which was a thought, that perhaps if he was unable to wring legal justice - punishment of the familial sort might do? After all the Hoare family had built a reputation within London, and surely would not be pleased. I will discuss all the possibilities with Lord Mountjoy, he for a certainty will steer the right course. Ooc thanks for the modded nuggets!
  13. George Hardwick III

    Scouting out Temple district | 13th am

    "Haha!" George chuckled, 'nice try' was what he thought, "no this gambling debt is definately a debt that must be paid in person, over whiskey and cigars - and a few more hands of cards in which I might win it back." "Why don't you give me his country address and I shall detour to visit him." As yet he'd learnt nothing, other than the Desmond thought nothing of swindling with narry a blush.
  14. George Hardwick III

    Scouting out Temple district | 13th am

    "I'm not a client no," George had an awareness of being assessed, and being a man who spared no expense on his attire he doubtlessly ticked boxers in the other man's eyes. "... more friends through a mutual friend. The Late Lord Habersham, perhaps the name rings a bell? Anyhow if he's not available at the moment then put me into the schedule. Tomorrow morning would suit." George met Desmond gaze, then thought to add "as you might realise I've come into a little money lately, I shall finally make good on an I owe you he's been holding over my head!" Mostly George was wondering how he could gain access into the late solicitors office, where no doubt any evidence could be found, if indeed there was any evidence to be had.
  15. George Hardwick III

    Unlikely Duelists, late afternoon, 13th

    It had been a busy day, and even sociable, how life had changed for Lord Chichester this past year. It was one of those changes that sort of stuck up on one... A part of him missed spending forgotten days alone painting in his studio at the end of the garden. In fact he was stood at the window looking in that direction when his man announced an arrival. "Favorite foes?" Visitors were still very infrequent, and there was no masking Georges surprise that he had a visitor. "You have not left them outside the door I hope." And fortunately the Earl servants were better trained than that. Cadell had been received into the house, relieved of his hat and coat, and provided with a warm cloth to wipe the toil of travel from his hands. "And I'm just in the mood to deliver a proper thrashing!" George greeted cheerfully as he recognised the man in the entrance way. "How good to see you, I'm so glad you made it." Cadell was well turned out, a bit more polished perhaps, though somehow awkwardly so. Like a foot in a new shoe.
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