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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

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Despite all of the bawdy talk and now losses, George was was having a good time of it. The wands card he drew was fortunate even if it meant he left a bit lighter of pocket - a friends assistance, yes that was a promising potenial indeed! "Well that sounds promising." he cheerfully declared as he drew out a further fifteen pounds and tossed it into the tables centre - done with the air of a man who had not care at the expense. Then what with his new aquaintance's arrival, he peeled off a further five pound note. Flashing a smile to her, "I shall sponsor your entrance Lady Chambray, yes do come join this side of the table!" he seconded Edmunds suggestion, "have you met everyone?" he introduced anyone whom she had not. OOC: hope that is alright for George to fudge past the mundane list of introductions, do please go blow by blow if it's preferred!
  2. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Good god! George hardy knew where to look, just everyone was talking about cocks. Excepting Albemarle - he could join Chris in that gawping-shocked stance, or alternatively, take a risk. "The results on that is already in Barnwell - in fact I think it was our very own Rochester here that set it in ink that Charles Rex's sceptre has no contest." Besides, they had Cumberland's Rupertinoe cannons, but George was not about to allude to the Admirals 'weapon' in present company. A line had to be drawn. Edmunds card drew dry critique from the wings, George huffed his amusement at the comment, which counting his lucky stars that he'd dodged such a card himself - quietly he then drew [card #24].
  3. So George voted Yay -- for Parliment to dip into the coffers and give the money to the Navy for the war right now Yay -- he voted for a lottery Yay -- and he also voted for a deferrment on decisions of making any new taxes, pending input from the House of Commons
  4. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    His card was a fine one, so yet again the Earl Chichester was abashed. "It is ones duty even." he uttered of his own charitable works - this being the last of places that he might have expected to have recognition for that! Did it refer to his funding of the Saint Barts church roof, or the work scheme he ran even now. "Ha, ha..." yet his laugh was somewhat hollow as they said he should have been the one to sponsor the French miss, she appeared anything but needy to his eyes. But the womans arrival did take general focus away from His and Banwell’s quarter, and for a quiet man like George that was a good thing that he could feel pleased about. For that much he was pleased of Nicolette's arrival, but rather more so her friend (apparently). "Lord Kingston, welcome." George also greeted. Then as Edmund addressed in in a quieter voice he returned in soft, "The lady herself is less great than are her associates, her cousin is Earl Basildon and positioned in the Kings Household, while her just arrived companion is favourite of Buckingham, attendant upon His Majesty, and oft seen in service to Her Majesty also." he gave a smile and nod, accepting refill of his own glass, before turning to watch the fortunes of Kingston as it was drawn out.
  5. George gave Exeter a singular nod in gratitude of his reply; to George mind the man was speaking true and excellent logic. Naturally it would require further investigations, all of which would take time. So that Bristol’s call, seconds later, for an immediate vote seemed impatient to an extreme. "Is your dinner cooling on the table Lord Bristol?!" George called out mockingly, "such a rush to be home, it is either food that calls or a mistress!" That said George spoke more sensibly, "Gentlemen, there is no point rushing through a vote on a tax for a penny, while such a drip fund might fund the navy long term, the Crown is in need of a hearty sum and right now! I am happy to put my vote for lottery, it might be the quick fix the nation needs. But as to these taxes, I wish for further investigation before a vote, and yes, to be certain we have the house of Commons on board with such a thing too. Perhaps with our best men on the task, the results of such may be reported back to us at next weeks session. And then we might, fully advised, pace our votes.”
  6. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Dorset’s reply was to be expected, while Rochester seemed almost reluctant to downplay the romance of it (though he pinned any emotion within the deed upon the woman). "Opportunist, Romantic or neither, it was legendary." Said George with another sip of his drink. Meanwhile Edmund drew a small profit card, with a vague well wish. "It appears your future is all mapped out Lord Banwell." he said cheerily reaching across the table to draw his own next card, a movement done to the overture of a woman’s voice. Looking, he saw it was Basildons french cousin, and with a nod of head to her he took card number 67. The results of the draw was briefly waylaid by the addition of lady to their table, George gave a nod to Edmund as the man did the gentlemanly thing, and with a rather poetic offering to her also. While as she removed her glove George was left to wonder just what the fellow had just purchased, it was too early in the night for a scandal surely.
  7. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    “Romantic?” George pulled a defensive face, it was like being outed when his company were all rough and ready bravado, “Well, it’s got that wrong.” Though anyone who actually knew George might have already pined that tale on him. “Though I certainly do feel compassion for you all, and your losses.” With bluff he scooped up his winnings. The Earl had a rather canny luck at these games of chance, now if only that could be transferred to his personal life for there could not have been an unluckier chap! “On that Romance topic though – are you truly an anti-romantic Rochester?” George thought to ask, eyes avoiding Dorset’s at that point, “we’ve all heard the tale of your grand gesture, the kidnapping of your heiress bride.” Georges comment might have rather more relevance than others could guess. He really did need to speak to Beverly, and soon! Dorset drew a wisdom card, and with a laugh George (groundlessly) agreed with Rochester’s comment on that. Then eyes were upon Albemarle – one of the most fabled gamblers in the English realm. It was a losing card, and George assisted it out of relevance with his own addition of a shrug. “Ah, like the scales.” Fiorenzi’s card, a pair of swords was for balance, with seemed a sort of logic with a visual reference. “I think I am getting the hang of this now.” George commented as he turned to see what card the newcomer would next draw - yes a lady was overdue!
  8. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    The telling of a fortune for Rochester’s card had given George the wrong idea - quickly enough he discovered that every card drawn had some manner of prediction attatched. His eyebrow rose and he nodded agreement with the tables scepticism as Edmunds cards 'meaning' was a guaranteed thing, while he raised his glass and toasted "may your cup runneth over." which felt heretical to toast biblical to this, one of the devils arts. "May be it is death to an enemy?!" George called after the storming-off Ogle, then giving a shrug added for the men, "apparently it is not death to childish ways." Then it was his turn, and he selected a card somewhere in the middle [card 34]
  9. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    OOC: no that seemed perfectly logical! IC: Ablemarle supplied Ogles ante. Belatedly George wondered if he should have sponsored the insulted youth into the game (but then he might have looked like a suck up.) As was his wont Rochester placed a bawdy spin on his card, as a fortune card he was now out of the game. "Ack rum luck old man!" George sympathised with a laugh of the odds increasing in the others favour right from the start! Joviality was all about; Edmund launched a sally too... Georges eyebrows rose and "Ha, I thought you were going to say something else then!" George laughed, and watched how Edmunds card played out...
  10. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    "My apologies Lord Ogle." George uttered, embarrassed at his oversight, "the sight of The occultist plainly got the better of me." George thought to take a seat next to Frances brother then, as Fiorenzi gained an extended introduction for Banwells benefit. Raising an eyebrow as the game was explained, George mused, "and might I guess that gambling is not the only activity that these cards can be engaged in?" He eyed the deck seeing them as properly taboo, but the lure of a game with decent stakes overrode any reservations. "Count me in gentlemen. And yes, a puff of that pipe will surely suit too - though I am usually more of a cigars man." Boyle had put George onto cigars, though it was more of a now and then thing for an amusement, not a necessity. Putting in his 5 pound ante, he then turned to Albemarle and asked, "Did you ever get that letter I sent you?"
  11. More liberal minded than Charles W, George found Exeters speech insightful and even interesting - and he appreciated the mans nounce to say what he did. While naturally enough his eyes slid towards the current, Northern Secretary. (Until that moment it had not dawned on him that a nations weight of critique currently fell upon that man, and the same must be said for the acting Treasurer.) George sought clarification as he called out: "I take it, Lord Exeter, that you are not averse to the proposals for funding, but council that even with a landslide vote here it is The Commons that might be the hiccup. Do you propose then some manner of ombudsman to allay their concerns, and if so, who would that man be. Who does the Commons credit with their trust in such matters?" Cumberland’s speech was then made, and George returned the mans look with a nod of head. Grateful that by that his royalist stance was indicated to the house, even if he did veer at times towards the country parties viewpoints.
  12. George Hardwick III

    Wednesday Cards Night | 8ish in the Cards room, 6th April

    Yet to take a seat at the table himself yet, George's brow rose a little as he turned to the speaker; any man choosing to wear a daring yellow justaucorps was out to make an impression. And that he did. "Why certainly, be my guest," he gestured with lace-cuffed hand, "such a busy day to require immediate seating suggests you have a tale of it that would be worth the time in telling." George was mildly spoken in compare to Edmund, yet still presented a genial and friendly attitude as he moved to claim the next chair. Yet before he sat further fellows arrived. Excellent. He was pleased it might be a full table! One of those men was Dorset however, but, 'you rolled the dice', and Dorset was in a fine mood tonight. For the moment that eclipsed anything else. "A foreign game sound just the thing as long as it is not French." By a look George appreciated his role and moved to do the introductions, "Lords Ablemarle, Dorset and Rochester, may I introduce newly met Lord Barnwell." he provided. Georges eyes fell upon the last of that group to appear, and eyes widened, "Forensi is that you?!" Last time George had seen that man Lord Digby had gasp his last breath. Breaking his usual stuffiness George moved forwards and clasped then patted 'the foreigners' arm. But tonight was not about dreadful intrigue, Dorset’s tone was light, and George thought to keep it that way. “Good grief, it’s been years. Welcome back.” And pulling a chair offered it to the Count -- with an aside uttered to Edmund, "Yet another who must need to be swiftly sat."
  13. Cards Room The room is decorated in blue and teal, the chairs and settees scattered around in small groupings matching the decor, located in the tower just two stories beneath the Scarlet Drawing room. Clusters of chairs set around felt covered tables are frequently filled with merry courtiers enjoying banter and a glass of wine over sometimes heated games of cards. George wanted to visit Beverly to talk on a private matter, but it would not be tonight, not on a Wednesday. Come a time ago, Wednesdays had been a very well attended night for card games, primarily because His Majesty had made it his habit at the time (these days, ever since the royal new wife, the King's attendance was anything but a certainty). But the dapper Earl of Chichester was entirely happy to continue the practise anyhow, being a man who was partial to a wager, seeing it as yet another variant on a test of wits, and a gathering of likewise sporting sorts. And besides, tonight he'd suggested to a few other barely-met fellows to attend too. While it was not likely the French Duc would attend, it was possible that the other gent would. Decked out in fancy plum silks with blue ribbons flapping at the side of his knees and jacket cuffs besides, Chichester walked an eager pace along the all to the Cards room. In his pocket a purse with generous quantities of coins. Oh he could hope that whoever attended tonight would actually want to bet something. There was a dreadful trend in recent years for people to bet with nonsensical party favours such as dares and kisses and such. Cross fingers none of that sort of silliness would come up again tonight!
  14. George Hardwick III

    Via the Portrait Gallery | 3ish on the 6th

    To Chichester's surprise there was a piece of paper tucked there. Palming it, he glanced down the hallway to be sure no one had seen... satisfied he moved to take the seat opposite. It was from her surely, had it been from before or after the announcements. They had not actually spoken now for many months. He felt bated excitement as he unfolded the paper and begun to read, and his heart ached as the words there splashed into his very soul as though it was a parched sponge. In silence he then read it again. Was all hope truly lost? Truly, if sentiment like this existed still. Crumpling the paper small again he sat there just wondering for some long while. The bans may be underway, which was a process of many weeks, and the contract may have been drawn – but vows were not yet uttered. It would not be the first time that a young bride had been simply kidnapped. She would be happier for it. And her family, eventually would forgive him. Afterall he was not a man of low moral character like her existing intended, nor did George damand an exhorbitant dowry. The Cavandish family would be far better off with Chichester as son in law, and in a few months, perhaps a year, they would surely agree with that statement. But did he really want to cross Dorset, a man of low moral character but with the Kings favour shon upon him… and did he really want to commence a relationship with Frances' father in such an underhanded fashion? He surely gives me no other choice. Who could he talk to about this, who's advice might he seek out? There was only one man he'd even consider broaching the dangerous subject with. Beverley. Beverley already knew some smallest part of the story (Georges interest) and Beverlys understanding of the challenges to proprietary surrounding the proper ways things shoudl be done was second to none. Pressing the paper into his pocket the Earl resolved; Yes, he needed to talk to Beverly before dallying any more fantasy on the subject.
  15. At The Lords Chichester had sat near to this one or that at various intervals over the years, just where and with whom had previously been a thing to worry about even. This session was different. Thanks to a comment from Kingston, George had come to muse that his perceived isolation from this ot that fraction was not so much a flaw, but it's own sort of beginning. He was not so audacious to think others would actually follow him, but did now see a possible future for himself politically. So he sat where hed sat last session, in a neutral enough position, his own man, ith loyalties known to those who hed revealed himself to. Session commences: The session begun with an acknoledgement to Grey, George turned and gave a nod to Henry as he stood. Well dressed, and well spoken. It had gone well and he was pleased for Greys sake. Then the session begin proper. It was, as to be expected, about naval funding... George had no intentions of speaking, but made murmurs of support to the topic - then eyebrows shot up with surprise at Buckinghams suggestion! Ha, well on that score he had nothing to be ashamed of! George had donated a ludicrous sum! His knowledge of his own generosity did then exaggerate his hearing as other men then stood and proposed anything other than private funding. Chicesters brows knotted. He had not intended to speak. Hed promised himself not to, even. But catching the Chancellors attention he stood when acknowledged and said "Put our pockets where our mouths are gentlemen, why impose more taxes upon our countries residents and businesses, who's industry serves our own interests so well. As has been said, we are the nation's benefactors, every estate holder here knows that. "Let we, who benefit most from the nation's productivity, literally support the navy in this war. My point is, Gentlemen, just as the Navy protects us, let us protect the people. " Saying that, he sat.
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