Robert Saint-Leger Posted January 20, 2017 Share Posted January 20, 2017 Brooke House The sandstone Brooke House on Pall Mall is the London residence of the Earl Brooke, Sir Robert Thomas St. Leger, and his family. Set on a few acres with a walled and tiered garden, the house sits on the rise of a small hill which slopes in the back to small fashioned pond. Climbing roses and berries grace walls and terraces interspersed with ivy with the occasional cluster of manicured fruit trees. It boasts a large royal oak just off the back corner of the mansion with two wide swings which used to be a familiar playsite of the younger Lord Beverley, Robert St. Leger and his sister Lady Doneraile. Now it is a frequent site of play for the lady's 3 little boys when they are visiting their grandfather although they most often stay in Battersea a few miles down the Thames. The garden wall and various garden half-walls are a familiar haunt for Lord Beverley to lay about and read or nap. Brooke House itself is a large, thick rectangle. While wingless, the set of rooms on the second floor to the right rear, belong to Lord Beverley, the Earl Brooke's heir. The second floor to the left going down to part of the first floor are the rooms of Lord and Lady Brooke who traditionally keep separate bedchambers. Lord Brooke's rooms go down to his study and an anteroom on the first floor. Facing the garden between those apartments on the second floor is a garden room which is popular for a morning meal or tea. The rear of the first floor is dedicated to entertaining space with a large hall/dining room, library, and a gallery. Guest rooms are found on both floors but most specifically on the second floor facing the front of the property. When arriving in front, there are always blue liveried servants with badges of the Earl's arms on their coats to greet you and attend to your needs. Beverley could not remember being this nervous since Brooke had brought him to Cumberland to begin his position as a (very cowed) youth. His stomach was churning. He had barely eaten anything that day and had tried to keep his mind off the daunting task ahead of him, but he had to confront all of his thoughts and feelings now as he pulled up his horse Fleet in front of his (former?) home at court. He had gone over and over in his mind what he might say when he arrived. Would they even open the door for him? Surely they would not leave him in the cold? Taking a deep breath three times once he had dismounted, he walked up to the door with only the sound of Dudley's footsteps crunching behind him as company. He set his jaw and tried to ignore the slightly metallic taste in his mouth. When he reached the door, he told the liveried servant, "If my lord father is in, ask him if he will see me." Unlike his usual custom, he was wearing his uniform that day due to not having the breadth of wardrobe that he might have otherwise commanded; his clothing, or most of it, still lay within the house where he currently found himself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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