Guest Posted January 3, 2017 Share Posted January 3, 2017 John’s face flickered with recognition of the dodge before moving on. Such things were instructive, in their way. He nodded to her comment on it being a good time to be an Englishman in the Netherlands. He was well-aware of their rivalry. But there’d been more than fortune in his luck. As for tulips, John was perplexed. “Yes. I g-g-gave you one. Did you n-n-not receive it?” John had sent a potted tulip from her homeland alongside his request to meet. “I’ve g-g-got seeds too. I intend to p-p-plant them in the p-p-proper season. A b-b-bed of Dutch tulips will be a fine thing.” An idea occurred to John, “Do you want one? A b-b-bed of Dutch tulips?” If she had the funds and land John would be pleased to make a Dutch style sunken tulip garden too. But that was a bit much to start off on. As for the food, “It was good. Familiar in m-m-many ways, with… a few surprises.” John said with a smile. He was not going to speak at length about his new taste for Dutch alcohol. John had yet more to speak of, “So what are you d-d-doing for Christmas?” John knew, from the affair with Ormonde, that the duke and Cavendish were not very close. Cavendish had said Ormonde didn’t treat him very well. If he was not included in their holiday plans, John had every reason to believe the two were entirely separate. And that meant Ormonde was deprived of his greatest connection in Parliament, at least as far as John knew. That could prove absolutely lethal to a man who needed his administration to not come under scrutiny for lax treatment of Catholics in a very anti-Catholic time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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