The Spanish Party (Thursday Evening 12/30)- Xmas 1677

[Duncan Melville]

Catherine, Charles, and Duncan, with Davina departing

 

Although Duncan played the game by his own rules, there was gossip that even he eventually heard about. Catherine Sedley was, or at least had been, the Duke of York’s lover. Thus, he surmised her daughter was also the daughter of the heir presumptive. Mistresses of royal persons were all right in the Lowlander’s books. In fact, oftentimes they were more honest regarding who and what they were than most other people. He could not voice his thoughts on the subject, of course, except perhaps to Cat. Who would disembowel me if I thought otherwise.

 

“It will be an honour and a privilege to dance with you, Mistress Wellsley, whenever there is opportunity”. He bowed formally to the Queen’s lady as she announced her departure. “And I will be happy to relate whatever you wish to know about my lady wife and daughter. They are my pride and joy, after all”. Many would not understand how a man like Duncan could love and cherish a homely wife as he did. Perhaps it was the horrors of war, perhaps it was his religious upbringing. Whatever it was, he had decided long before not to have to kill anyone over his wife’s honour. Her lack of beauty helped immensely in that regard.

 

Catherine then asked the viscount if she knew Davina well. “I am not a close acquaintance of hers, but I have known her for about a year and a half, I think. It was a most interesting weekend in the country, may of last year, if I recall correctly”. His memory was nebulous. “She is likeable enough, though”. Had the Scotch noticed the undercurrents between the two young ladies, he would have chosen his words more carefully.

 

“Tell me, Miss Sedley, how long have you known lord Langdon?” It was an innocent question, meant to be polite, not meaning to dig.

[Aria]

Charles, Duncan, and Catherine

 

Charles looked at Catherine when both ladies asked if he was well, and reassured her that he was fine before he answered Davina. If he had not, she would have taken him to task for it later. As it was, she began to wonder once again if her suspicions about the two of them were unfounded.

 

He also answered the question she had asked of Lord Melville. Of course, a Life Guard would be acquainted with the Queen's ladies-in-waiting. Her body trembled pleasurably as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. For the first time, she considered the notion that Mistress Wellsley fancied him and he did not return her affections. A handsome and wealthy Earl would be a good catch for any enterprising lady, so it was definitely possible.

 

“It is more likely that she was jealous of how attentive you are to me,” she whispered back, “and was hoping that you would treat her the same way. But you couldn't take your eyes off of me. She didn't want to save you. She wanted to be me. You were oblivious to that because you are so obsessed with me that you can concentrate on nothing else.”

 

Smirking triumphantly, she stepped back and released his arm. Lord Melville didn't comment on their little exchange. Perhaps he had not seen it, for his attention had seemed distracted for a few moments. Catherine raised a dark eyebrow when he mentioned a weekend in the country last May. Was he talking about Brighton? She had heard tales of embarrassing things happening that last night when the punch had been spiked. Had the handsome Viscount had a tryst with the Queen's lady? And did he want to repeat the experience while his wife was in Scotland freezing her arse off?

 

He asked her how long she had known Charles and she glanced over at her lover. “About two years, I think?” She smiled sweetly. “Lord Langdon probably knows the exact date we met down to the minutes and seconds. He has been infatuated with me from the moment he first saw me.”

[Caroline Despanay]

She was rather late to the party by now, Caroline was well aware of that as she divested her warm coat handing it off to a convenient servant then entered the reception. It wasn't being late that bothered her though as much as having to come all by herself. How she missed Lord Maldon who certainly would have escorted her to the affair. As for Audley, well she could not think he would be able to rescue her all the time and, sure enough, Charles was amongst the guests no doubt having brought along another lady. She was not upset with him in any way though.

 

If she was upset with anyone here it would be Sophia herself, she was still stewing over her desertion when it came time to plead with Lord Langdon about the girl, Frances plus despite her agreement, Sophia had failed to attend her party the night before. The shocking sight of the German girl in attendance with the Duchess the next day ready to climb a tower only added to her anger at her 'friend'. Caroline felt sorely misused.

 

But Caroline did believe in friendship and decided to honor her own word to come for the Spanish party putting aside her temper, believing it was better to just rise above the hurt Sophia had caused. So she was here, perhaps not in the finest of moods but she was still here.

 

As she eyed the audience further, her eyes set upon the Lord High Jailer himself, Langdon! Yes, he fit in perfectly with the Spaniards - had they not sponsored the Inquisition back...whenever, Caroline was no historian. What she knew of history was told to her by her father and even she realized he wasn't exactly unbiased when it came to foreigners. Pretty much all foreigners, the man was a true xenophobe.

 

She gave a sigh then looked for an opportunity to get her hands on a nice strong drink. She doubted she was going to enjoy this party very much. At least alcohol would help her get thru it.

[Blackguard]

Sophia and Montagu

 

"Who does not know the Duke of Buckingham?" Montagu replied lightly. "I should think his cousin, your guardian ... Kingston would have done the honors. I have heard he is even living with the Duke these days." He paused to see what excuse she might offer for the oversight.

 

The Ambassador to France tutted as Sophia further explained the shortcomings of her marriage. To Ralph it all but screams that she wanted a taste of his infamous antlers. Why else would she continue to dwell on the topic? "Most women would be glad that their husbands thought well of them for other than their beauty." It seemed noble to stick up for the man, albeit briefly. "Beauty is but a flower, one that fades with times. One needs to take advantage of the flower when it is in full bloom. A flower also needs water regularly, or else it withers and dies."

 

"There are few men with bigger antlers than the King, but I will not boast of my good fortune in that area. I like to think my lady admirers are drawn to me for my ... social skills instead," he laughed, picking up on Sophia's own lament.

 

Toledo's Group

 

"Black is not uncommon for we Spaniards," the Ambassador admitted freely. "It conveys a sense of both seriousness and piety. It can easily be embellished with silver or gold to add a sense of noble purpose."

 

It was then that Cumberland asked Bristol to walk with him for a moment, taking his leave of the group. They excused themselves and Toledo nodded his understanding. His morganic wife, Peg Hughes remained, especially since the topics were being selected by women for a change.

[Charles Whitehurst]

Charles, Duncan, and Catherine

 

Catherine accused him of being infatuated with her and could not concentrate on anything but he. He fought a smirk as they continued their battle. The only response that came to mind in that instant was for him to say "I'm sorry, were you saying something? I was concentrating on something else." He did little to hide his smile.

 

When Duncan asked about the length of time that they had known each other, Catherine was more interested in scoring a point in their ongoing game than in protecting the length of their affair. Charles trusted Duncan, but he was always worried about protecting his lovers, even from themselves. It was important for York not to doubt the paternity of her child, especially if she sought to renew the relationship.

 

"I think we met a year or more ago," he began, trying to shorten the horizon. Turning to Catherine he added, "as I recall, you collided with me in the hallway when first we met." In truth she had knocked over a vase in the hallway when she seemed to be admiring him. "Many months past and I have only had the good fortune to get to know Miss Sedley in the last several months." Surely she would understand his caution, or so he hoped.

 

The smile faltered when Charles observed Caroline enter. Blazing cannons! Am I to know no peace from the shrew?

 

"Melville, we shall need to catch up soon, perhaps at Somerset Palace. Meanwhile, I have yet to pay my regards to our hostess." The night had lost much of its luster the moment the French shrew entered. Charles had no interest in being in the same room with such an ill-mannered Frog. With a nod to Duncan, Charles urged Catherine to follow. He wanted to speak with Sophia before Caroline could so that he could announce that he needed to take his leave.

 

Walking to join Sophia and Montagu

 

Whispering to Catherine as they walked, Charles suggested "we should take our leave. The food is too spicy and the party too boring. There are other ways to pass the evening pleasantly." He gave her a look that suggested that a good shagging lay in her future.

[Duncan Melville]

Duncan, left by Charles and Catherine, now joining Caroline

 

Duncan did his best not to smile. There was definitely something going on between Charles and Catherine. Whatever it was, it was not of his business, of course, so he had to play dumb. Thankfully, Lord Langdon answered the question too, in a more matter-of-factly manner. That helped them all save face. All he could do was nod.

 

Then his commanding officer decided to part company, and suggested they meet at the regiment’s unofficial barracks. “I am at your command, milord”, Duncan said stifling a military salute. “I will make it a point to pay my respects there”. He bowed to Catherine and nodded to Charles as they left. "A pleasure to have met your acquaintance, Miss Catherine".

 

It was then that the Lowlander caught sight of Caroline from afar. Without thinking, his feet moved in her direction. “Lady Kendishall, a pleasant surprise to meet you here”, the viscount bowed and kissed her hand if offered. “I hope my note regretting my absence at your party reached you. If not, it will soon. Sadly, I arrived in London too late to attend”, he explained. It was true.

 

As a servant walked by with a tray full of drinks, the Scotch asked, “What would you like to drink, Lady Kendishall? Wine, port, or perhaps something stronger?” There were some Spanish brandies that were actually quite good.

 

I will have to warn her about spicy food…

[Davina Wellsley]

Toledo's Group

 

Taking her leave had not been her plan - indeed she had thought that Mistress Sedley would have removed herself - but she realized now that the other woman was indeed more of a threat than she'd thought. Her airé of possessiveness regarding Charles was quite clear and Davina was sure that even Lord Melville would have taken note of it.

 

Was it possible that Catherine Sedley intended to Marry Charles!?

 

This thought filled her head as she quietly came to her brothers' side, gave a curtsey to the Duchess then to the Ambassador then to Toledo but did not join in the conversation instead letting it flow around her.

 

Her brother - if he took note - would think it unusual for her to not chime in after a few moments of listening and that might lead him to suspect there was something wrong so she pasted on the smile and tried to focus ......

[Aria]

Charles and Catherine leaving Duncan and walking toward Sophia and Montagu

 

Catherine's smile matched his. “Of course you were. On which of my considerable charms were you concentrating? For we both know you can think of nothing else but me.”

 

She was glad that Charles corrected her mistake. It would be unfortunate if York knew that they had met before she was pregnant or he might suspect that Caroline wasn't his. He had acknowledged her, so she wasn't sure if he could revoke his claim to her paternity without looking bad, but he could ignore her and not treat her as well as he did his other bastards. A mother only wanted the best for her child and Catherine would do anything to make sure that Caroline had all the advantages of having a princely father.

 

“I do believe you are right, my lord. It could not have been two years ago because I was pregnant at the time.” She grinned at both gentlemen. “As I recall, I was in such a hurry because my daughter was sitting on my bladder. I don't even think I apologized. And he still couldn't get me out of his mind.

 

But yes, we just became reacquainted a few months ago.”

 

Charles' smile faded. Had she said something else to incriminate herself? No, he was looking at a young woman who had just entered the room. Catherine had seen her around, but they had never met. Whoever she was, Charles did not seem very fond of her. Was this the Lady Kendishall who was trying to take Frances away from him? It seemed likely.

 

And now he wanted to greet their hostess even though she had seen him talking to Lady Toledo earlier. “It was delightful meet you as well,” she said to Lord Melville before Charles led her away. “I look forward to meeting your wife and daughter when they come to court.”

 

Or perhaps he had something else on his mind. Heat surged through her body when he suggested that there were more pleasant ways to spend the evening than enduring spicy food and boredom. Catherine favored him with a sultry smile. “Then why don't we leave now? I already saw you pay your respects to the hostess. By the way, who was that lady you were glaring at?”

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia and Montagu

 

“I have already asked him to arrange an audience with the Duke,” Sophia admitted. “He said he would when the time was right. Apparently, he has had more important things on his mind lately. I suppose I am just impatient to bring the idea to his attention. The sooner an opera house is built, the sooner all of London can enjoy a new and delightful form of entertainment. Lord Kingston will keep his word to me. He always does. I just hope it is soon while the opera is still fresh in Lord Buckingham's mind.”

 

She glanced around the room again, noting the arrival of Lady Kendishall. Immediately she felt a pang of guilt. She had not expected to see the Frenchwoman at her party since she had not attended hers. Perhaps this evening, she would get the chance to explain that her husband had forbidden her to go.

 

Maybe Caroline would even confront Esteban the way she had confronted Lord Langdon earlier in the day, but hopefully in a more private setting. Sophia didn't want her party ruined because her husband's honor had been insulted. Then he would think he was right to keep her away from Caroline and would forbid her to associate with her again. No, it might be better to wait until another occasion to reveal Esteban's views about libertines.

 

Sophia was a bit surprised that the Ambassador defended her husband's reasons for marrying her, but he followed his statement with a comparison of beauty and flowers. Sophia had been referred to as a flower before, and had also used that analogy to describe her lack of satisfaction with her marriage and her desire for more affection than the crumbs Esteban threw her way. “I am thankful that he sees more than my beauty, but I wish he would appreciate that too. Yet he is a man who cares little for flowers. When a rose is not watered, it craves the satisfying kiss of the rain.”

 

Was he telling her he had been shortchanged in the antlers department, or was he complementing the King? “I, for one, find your social skills entrancing and I imagine you have ladies falling at your feet all the time. Maybe even a few that are here tonight.” She had seen one lady glancing at him already.

[George Hardwick III]

Beverley & George

 

"Well versed and articulate yes." George agreed, "Yet of the convention of marriage she seems feel little need."

 

Not averse from discussing such things with a good-looking friend, the Earl was content calmly ruminating Davina from a distance, and enjoying Beverly’s companionship as he did so.

 

"I wonder if it is the way of the modern lady perhaps? Perhaps a follow on effect of a generation of indulgent guardians - my own sister was very difficult around the subject, and I could not have been more lenient if I'd tried. Her situation was so fine, she'd scant desire to submit to a new and possibly less tolerant master."

 

And from what George knew, Baintree was even less directive in Davina's life than he had (tried) to be with Mirtel.

 

"Hmm... what of your own, you've a sister widowed have you not - is she content to remain without new husband?"

 

Knowing Beverly's aversion to ethic foods, his sensitivity to such, George waved away the approaching platter of spicy samplers in favour of the tray of drinks – toasts were exchanged with the prospect of Cumberland upon Saturday. “And will you be attending the Sleigh racing afterwards? I was wondering whether to show as participant or spectator.”

[Robert Saint-Leger]

"Mmm, indeed. She is well into the age for it and almost out of it," Beverley commented quietly. "At that point where some gentlemen shall wonder if there is something wrong aside from her faith, whether there is or not." It was not said maliciously, more concerningly. In Beverley's mind a woman had to, sometimes, be protected from herself.

 

"Egads, let us hope not. Ladies would lead themselves to ruin." He leaned in further and said, "My lord father would not consider her, though I have found the lady agreeable and she was in the Queen's Household. I do hope she finds a good match soon or there shall truly be talk. I wonder that His Grace of Norfolk had not gotten involved, for they were relations and unmarried relations raise questions best not raised."

 

As to his own sister, Beverley chuckled, "Our lord father is anything but an indulgent master." Although Brooke would likely disagree. In fact, he had been a very indulgent master to Beverley for all but the last seven years or so. He had become more strict after that. Brooke had never needed to be with Annie.

 

"But, yes, I do have a sister but a few years my elder recently widowed with three young boys," he revealed. For a moment, he looked at Chichester in a different light. He did wish for Annie to marry someone her own age and who stayed in London before his lord father got other ideas. If only Chichester was as he wished to be and more securely in the Anglican camp! "I think that she is, but I think that my lord father is not. Widow's bed or not, it is family honour that calls. When one is well-bred such are the expectations."

 

As to the festivities, Beverley said, "I believe so, though I truly have little desire to play in the snow."

[Caroline Despanay]

Caroline and Duncan

 

As she searched for some liquid comfort from what was truthfully an uncomfortable situation, who should Caroline spot approaching her than Lord Melville of all people. He had sent her a letter offering his regrets that he would miss her party but here he was, at this one the very next night. So close.

 

Holding out her hand, he gave it a proper gentleman's kiss as he greeted with that genuine warmth of his. He mentioned the note immediately. She nodded.

 

"Yes, I got it. I was sad to read it but I do understand. Life is all about timing and this was a perfect example, correct? Anyhow, I am so happy to see you again. That excursion to your estate and the river trip to get there....such a wonderful experience I will never forget it," she replied.

 

"You look well, I hope your family is in good health?" she added.

 

He knew her too, for he asked what would she like to drink, giving her a few options.

 

"Ummmm, the port sounds good. I will have a glass of that, please," she answered.

[Charles Audley]

Toledo's Group

 

Charles answered la Belle's grin with his own, one that grew at her question for the Spaniard and widened yet further at his response.

 

They are a drab, dour, lifeless lot, your grace, though they at least have the courtesy to advertise the fact ahead of time.

 

"I imagine there are advantages to being the raven among the flock of competing peacocks that is the usual court event as well," was all he offered verbally, a self-deprecating flick of his wrist suggesting that he numbered himself among the vainer birds.

 

He arched a rueful eyebrow at Kingston in a brief (and discreet) show of manly solidarity. For all that Charles himself enjoyed discussing colour and cut he knew that it was not a traditionally masculine topic of conversation.

[George Hardwick III]

"I certainly hope I am incorrect also, for harshness for educational purpose is unpleasant to contemplate. Frankly I do not have it in me. I may have spoilt my sister by over indulgence, yet spoilt she shall continue to remain." As had always been his habit, he'd sent gifts to Mirtel from his travels when abroad.

 

Both men continued voice hopes that the lady in question would see herself settled soon, while Beverly wondered if Norfolk might get involved? "I fear he has his own troubled - baptismal if you will - waters, to attend to." George discovered himself in a position to be able to reply, having visited the Duke the previous afternoon. "Yet you make an interesting point, perhaps the perturbed son might be soothed to make a match with a stoically papist family. Ah, yet the point is moot when she refuses all carte blanche."

 

Perhaps Davina would not actually refuse All - but it soothed George's ego to assume that it was the instruction of marriage, not just him personally, that she was strongly against.

 

"Ah yes, I remember now, a tale of breeches." George clicked his tongue in belated empathy - Brooke was not an easy guardian he recalled. Very early on in this pairs association, the Earl had allowed Beverly use of his tailor to fashion some trews in secret from his Father, though George could not quite remember how that had come about, or why.

 

But of the sister, he was entirely impressed. "So very well achieved." Three sons was an extravagance of heirs. He likewise paused his consideration of the never met woman at that point, there was something to be said for a proven womb. And to become brother in law to Lord Beverly had it's own appeal in itself!

 

But really, he was getting way ahead of himself - his intent that season was to settle in to court in a mild mannered and innocuous way, he'd hardly intended to shop for brides. Wasn't life funny how it went from dearth to dirge.

 

"Then aboard sleigh and wrapped in furs might suit you better than leather souled feet slaking up the icy chill." He mused, still undecided on his own choice yet. "Yet there is something to be said for the sport of spectating, with a wager to place on this one or on that which is warming in itself." The Earl of Chichester did love to dabble with games of odds.

[Blackguard]

Montagu and Sophia

 

Sophia explained that the time had not been right to meet with Buckingham to discuss operas. That was probably true. "I suspect your greatest foe in this regard is likely to be your husband. You did wonders for advancing the ... appreciation of opera with your performance at the opening of the season. There was not a wandering eye in the house," he offered lightly. "It was that Welshman's opera was it not? The man is said to have taken his fee and returned home, which is more the pity." He nodded as he took a sip of his wine. "Your friend is that girl's father." He nodded at Catherine Sedley approaching with Langdon. "Charles Sedley and Rochester, if not Dorset would be your best advocates with the King, but they are hardly suitable ... bedfellows in this campaign as it were. Your husband is likely to find such company objectionable, and rightly so," he laughed.

 

As for flora, Montagu was astounded at the open invitation of the Ambassador's wife. Either she was after his secrets or the enormous piece of anatomy he relished. "I have been known to care for drying flowers, bringing forth new life." He looked in the direction of the sulking Duchess of Cleveland. If Sophia wished an invitation, he was happy to oblige.

[Blackguard]

Toledo's Group

 

The Duke of Cumberland had a need to discuss cannon and he knew Bristol to be a man who fancied such conversation. So it was that they moved away in search of privacy masquerading as a search for more spicy food upon a far away table.

 

Richard Wellsley watched his sister arrive in the group. She seemed troubled, but he knew not the cause. She had just left the company of Langdon and Sedley, as well as Melville. Might someone have said something rude? He was at a loss. He had been watching which of the men she showed interest in and which ones showed interest in her. Davina's refusal to wed Norfolk's son suggested to him that she had her eyes elsewhere and did not trust him with the information. Very well sister, I shall learn it on my own. The Danish Ambassador seemed to take an interest in her but she showed little interest in return. Of course, that could be staged to fool him. The Scot seemed to take interest in her but he was already married. Surely she would not take up with a married man. Langdon was there, but with another woman, so it was unlikely that he had an interest in his sister or vice versa, or so Richard imagined. What about Chichester? Was he watching her? The man would be fine for her but he was a bloody Catholic and Richard had been trying to convince Davina to marry an Anglican. Norfolk had the right of it. The age of Catholicism in England was over.

 

Peg Hughes seemed to support where Richmond was going. "Black reminds me of funerals sadly." It was met by an awkward silence from Toledo, which caused her to make a nervous giggle. Toledo turned to see Caroline enter, wondering who she was. Fortunately, he did not know that she was French.

 

"I am going in search of more food," the Dane exclaimed to the dwindling group. The Dutch Ambassador seemed eager to pull him away for a bit of chatter. Sophia might notice Diego taking a platter of drinks away from a servant and moving in that direction.

 

So much for the Dane's interest in Davina Richard thought. Perhaps she is interested in this Chatham fellow. "Lord Chatham," he sought to move away from the discussion of fabric color as well. "Have you met my sister Davina before?" It was time that he helped her find a husband. Anglican earls were a good place to focus, though the man looked a bit sinister with that eyepatch.

[Charles Whitehurst]

Montagu and Sophia with Charles arriving

 

"Terribly sorry to interrupt," Langdon ventured when he sensed a lull in the conversation. "Lady Toledo, I realized that I had best take my leave early. As you might recall, I need to see to the safety of my ward." Perhaps Sophia was observant enough to know that Caroline's arrival might have triggered the young lord's memory. "I hope you will not take offense."

 

He really wanted to find a way to speak with Davina alone but it would be impossible with Catherine hovering beside him. Perhaps he might whisper something to her quickly on his way out as he sorely wished to be with her again. "I shall make my regrets to your husband, but thank you for the invitation."

[Aria]

Catherine stepping away from Charles as he approaches Sophia and Montagu

 

Catherine hung back as Charles approached Lady Toledo, pretending to be interested in a tray of appetizers. She covertly watched the two of them together, looking for signals in their body language that might indicate they were more than acquaintances. Focused on the pleasure that he had all but promised her, she wasn't interested in saying good-bye to people she hardly knew, and planned to join him when he was ready to leave the party.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Sophia and Montagu with Charles approaching

 

“My lord husband enjoys opera. I don't think he would object to me trying to interest others in building an opera house. It is not as if I can sing there. My performances must be limited to court events.” Sophia frowned at the mention of Lucas. Was he not at court because he had gone back to Wales? His absence had been noted. She was no longer in love with him but she still considered him a close friend. He, apparently, did not see her the same way, or he would have at least told her he was leaving court.

 

“Yes, Master Cole composed it and Master Greyson wrote the libretto. They worked brilliantly together and had a bright future ahead of them. It is sad that they have both gone their separate ways. Perhaps eventually they will return and regale us with more operatic delights.” And maybe the King would commission another opera for the nobility and she could take the stage again.

 

Following the Ambassador's gaze, she noticed Lord Langdon heading in her direction with the lady he had arrived with. Mistress Sedley stopped to study a tray of appetizers, but the Earl continued toward her. Sophia knew who Sedley and Rochester were and that they were known libertines.

 

She had not met either of them, but she had spoken at least twice with the Earl of Dorset. Last spring, he had interrupted an amorous interlude with Lucas in the Music Room and had revealed the existence of passageways behind the walls. And he had walked her to her carriage after her concert with the King. Perhaps he would be able to present her idea to His Majesty. Maybe she would get a chance to speak to him at the ball.

 

“You are probably right,” she replied to Montagu's comment about how Esteban would feel about his wife consorting with such gentlemen. Sophia leaned forward conspiratorially, close enough so that he would be able to smell her signature scent of vanilla and roses. “But what he does not know will not hurt him, will it?”

 

When he spoke of bringing flowers back to life, delightful little thrills rippled through her, although she had no intention of taking him up on his offer. How should she answer him? She tossed him a playful smile as she pondered possible responses. It was then that Lord Langdon reached them and announced that he needed to leave to see to Frances' safety.

 

He wants to avoid a confrontation with Lady Kendishall, Sophia deduced, which was just as well since a heated altercation would ruin her banquet. She wished there was another solution, though. “No offense taken, my lord, but I am sorry that you will not be able to stay for dinner, which is about ready to be served.” She noticed one of the kitchen maids hovering in the doorway, a signal that the cooks had finished their preparations.

 

“In fact, if you don't mind, I will walk with you if you would like to bid farewell to my lord husband. I need to inform him that the meal is ready.” Sophia hoped that Lord langdon remembered that she had told him earlier that day that she wished to speak to him. “Will you excuse us, Your Excellency?” she asked Montagu.

[Francis Kirke]

Francis the confused third-wheel-man in Toledo's group

 

Francis felt like a fish out of water the moment the group began to dwindle. The ladies were speaking of clothing, a thing to which he knew little about to make intelligent remarks even if he had dared Frances to ask. Having no idea what the polite thing was to do in such a situation, he merely stood there with something of a small smile plastered to his lips.

 

He would have far rather went 'in search of spicy food' with the other gentlemen, but he did not feel he could leave the duchess so abruptly. It did not seem Toledo was going to aid the situation much.

 

For the moment, Francis was rather...stuck.

[Davina Wellsley]

Toledo's Group

 

Davina sensed that her brother had been watching her - perhaps even before she ahd come to his side - and that made her a bit nervous. His mind was so occupied with marriage, namely hers, that he was like to do or say anything. A fact that proved correct as he directed her towards Lord Chatham.

 

Lord Chatham.

 

Well. He was she supposed not that unattractive but that eye patch was off-putting and caused ones' own gaze to be drawn there unwillingly. That idea made her feel some sympathy for him and she thinks how difficult Life must be for him with such an impediment.

 

She was by Nature a gentle creature and had championed those that were not perfect so her greeting was made in that guise.

 

"Lord Chatham. A pleasure."

 

Her smile was friendly and she offered him her hand to salute. He seemed to be able to handle himself and with Mrs. Hughes present as well as the Ambassador and their Host so she doubted he would actually need her help in that direction!

 

From the corner of her eye she took note of Francis Kirke and extended her smile to him as well thus giving him a chance to be included if he so wished.

[Blackguard]

Sophia

 

As Sophia thought on Lucas, was she even aware of the number of gentlemen she had fallen in love with in the past two seasons? The list was growing longer with each passing week. It was remarkable that, somehow, the blond beauty had stayed true to her husband and royal lover only. But the prospect of this streak remaining alive was as fragile as the withering flowers that she was discussing.

 

The arrival of Langdon cut short the ability to arrange a further intimate understanding with Montagu. "We should speak more of this later," the Ambassador uttered in parting as he took his leave.

 

Sophia was now alone with Langdon, Catherine having been distracted by a tray of food.

[Charles Whitehurst]

Sophia and Charles

 

Langdon knew Montagu, though not well. As such, there was a polite greeting and nod at his departure. He did not feel like discussing the situation in France. Frankly, he had his fill of the French these days.

 

Rather, he was composing in his mind a secret message to give Davina before he left. In saying farewell to the Spanish Ambassador he would have the opportunity to say something that Davina might hear and understand.

 

As Charles and Sophia made ready to walk towards the group, Charles asked "Is Lady Kendishall a friend of yours?" This was something he needed to know before addressing the topic any further.

[Aria]

Toledo's Group

 

“I rather like peacocks.” Frances grinned impishly at Lord Chatham. “They're so vibrant and striking.” Was she talking about the birds or about him? She threw a glance over at Francis. Perhaps she was trying to make him jealous after all.

 

The Duchess thought that Mrs. Hughes' statement was a bit crass, even though she agreed with it. The Ambassador didn't look pleased with her comment. “It is a distinguished hue, though. A few colorful touches would make it less severe without detracting from its dignity.”

 

The other two Ambassadors excused themselves and Mistress Wellsley joined the group. As she was known for being fashionable, Frances had hoped that the Queen's lady would join their conversation, but she was introduced to Lord Chatham by one of the gentlemen that the Duchess was not acquainted with. She saw the resemblance between them at the same time he introduced her as his sister.

 

She glanced over at Francis again and smiled.

[Sophia de la Cerda]

Charles and Sophia, with Montagu departing

 

Like most teenagers, Sophia was confused by matters of the heart. She loved Don Juan completely and utterly, but that didn't stop her from caring deeply for a few other gentlemen as well. If her royal lover had chosen a husband for her who kept her satisfied in bed, the thought of looking elsewhere might not have occurred to her. Or perhaps even shagging three times a day wouldn't be able to tame her raging hormones. The blonde Baroness was a sensual creature; she needed love like the flowers she was often compared to needed water. Yet if an opportunity presented herself, would she give in to her desires or remain faithful to her beloved Prince?

 

“I look forward to it.” She favored Montagu with a playful smile. “Ask me for a dance at the ball.”

 

After his departure, Lord Langdon commanded her full attention and she frowned when he asked her if Lady Kendishall was her friend. “I am not certain.” Bewilderment colored her lyrical voice. “I thought she was, but she was as angry at me this afternoon as she was at you. I was unable to attend her party because of my injured ankle and I do not think she has forgiven me for it. I am very surprised to see her here tonight.”

 

Her eyes met his. “Is she the reason you wish to leave?”

[Charles Audley]

Toledo's Group

 

"Oh indeed, but what use are they besides display?" Charles asked lightly, his own lips quirking mischievously. "And you can eat them, I suppose, but they're not practical creatures, are they?"

 

He hid a wince at Mrs. Hughes' contribution. It wasn't even amusingly crass, merely awkward.

 

"That might be something of a pity, for those of us with the colouring to work with black," Charles mused languidly, trying to move past the ensuing conversational rough patch without seeming like he was. "The bold colours suffer from overexposure. Much easier to stand out in black. Perhaps we should try to start a fashion?" He laughed.

 

It would certainly be easier on the pocketbook.

 

He nodded in farewell to Bystead, before being hailed by Baintree and Davina. They were standing in his blind spot, and so he had not noticed the latter's arrival.

 

"I have not had that honour, no," Charles said, smiling and making his best leg as he swooped to kiss the offered hand. "Your servant, Mistress."

 

He straightened, taking in the friendly smile and the flickering glances at his eye-patch, read the beginnings of sympathy there. He felt an irrational urge to do... something in response.

 

Oh, please do not pity me. It would displease me to have to hate you.

 

Dismissing the feelings, he grinned and gestured to the group at large.

 

"We were just discussing the merits of trying to introduce Spanish fashion to court. Have you an opinion, Mistress?"

[Davina Wellsley]

Toledo's Group

 

Davina accepted the Salute and at his question answered without much thought saying

 

"Well, since Lord Toledo is present, I shall say that 'black tis a color that flatters most yet benefits much from Ornamentation' Will that suffice Lord Chatham?"

 

She teased in her words yet there was a correct answer that was Politic and one that was correct in the Social Sense neither of which any of the Company could fault.

 

Her first thoughts about the Earl might be wrong for he had indeed presented himself well and by his own responses so she changed her mind and offered up no Sympathy choosing instead to act as if he were in possession of both eyes and there was a bit of a challange in her question back to him.

 

She was curious now about this Earl. He was, she thinks, not a Man to be crossed and one who just might be dangerous as well.

[Robert Saint-Leger]

Beverley & George

 

"I certainly hope I am incorrect also, for harshness for educational purpose is unpleasant to contemplate. Frankly I do not have it in me. I may have spoilt my sister by over indulgence, yet spoilt she shall continue to remain." As had always been his habit, he'd sent gifts to Mirtel from his travels when abroad.

 

Both men continued voice hopes that the lady in question would see herself settled soon, while Beverly wondered if Norfolk might get involved? "I fear he has his own troubled - baptismal if you will - waters, to attend to." George discovered himself in a position to be able to reply, having visited the Duke the previous afternoon. "Yet you make an interesting point, perhaps the perturbed son might be soothed to make a match with a stoically papist family. Ah, yet the point is moot when she refuses all carte blanche."

 

Perhaps Davina would not actually refuse All - but it soothed George's ego to assume that it was the instruction of marriage, not just him personally, that she was strongly against.

 

"Ah yes, I remember now, a tale of breeches." George clicked his tongue in belated empathy - Brooke was not an easy guardian he recalled. Very early on in this pairs association, the Earl had allowed Beverly use of his tailor to fashion some trews in secret from his Father, though George could not quite remember how that had come about, or why.

 

But of the sister, he was entirely impressed. "So very well achieved." Three sons was an extravagance of heirs. He likewise paused his consideration of the never met woman at that point, there was something to be said for a proven womb. And to become brother in law to Lord Beverly had it's own appeal in itself!

 

But really, he was getting way ahead of himself - his intent that season was to settle in to court in a mild mannered and innocuous way, he'd hardly intended to shop for brides. Wasn't life funny how it went from dearth to dirge.

 

"Then aboard sleigh and wrapped in furs might suit you better than leather souled feet slaking up the icy chill." He mused, still undecided on his own choice yet. "Yet there is something to be said for the sport of spectating, with a wager to place on this one or on that which is warming in itself." The Earl of Chichester did love to dabble with games of odds.

 

"Yes, achieved," Beverley replied, liking the term with an approving nod. "It is very good to have her back in town."

 

He was a fond brother, not unlike Chichester, but he had the benefit of never having been in charge of her life. Brooke might be a loving and indulgent father, but the family came before any one individual; it was a mantra that had kept their family around when many of the old families had died out or died out in significance or ruined themselves.

 

If Beverley was impractical about many things, he was very practical about that, at least.

 

"Perhaps I shall see what my lady wife wishes or what might best get her more notice. For such a public event there shall surely be some opportunity." For his part, Beverley felt he had all the notice he really needed. Cumberland was of the old tribe of honour; he did not forget the duty to advocate for those at court who were friends, allies, and servants. Plus, his father was a Privy Councilor, so any access to the king was taken care of, and Beverley surely did not want it for himself. His Majesty was quite the intimidating figurehead for Beverley.

 

(OOC - I get so lost in group threads!)

[Duncan Melville]

Caroline and Duncan

 

Duncan was pleased that his note had been received, and that his absence had not been taken as a slight. “That outing was definitely memorable”, the Lowlander said, referring to last season's event. “Your playing on the deck of Lord Kingston’s yacht was masterful. I don’t think many could play like you did. At least I have heard none who can, barring Master Cole. The food and drink afterwards was merely a token of appreciation and friendship, nothing as memorable as your playing”.

 

Hosts were expected to treat their guests with the proper lavishness, after all.

 

“I am well, thank you, and I must say that you look radiant". The Lowlander paused for effect. "As for my family, they are all in Melville Castle, with the exception of my sister Beatrice. She is the Countess of Balcarres now, and resides in Fife. But my mother, wife and daughter are all at home and doing well, thank God”.

 

It was a cold winter. His family was safer without attempting any travel.

 

At her request for port, he chose two identical glasses from the tray, gave the first one to Caroline, and kept the second one for himself. There was a warmth in port that the viscount enjoyed.

 

“I must warn you, Lady Kendishall. Some of the food is quite spicy. If you are not partial to strong flavors, I advise you to be careful”. Indeed, some of the appetizers were a bit too strong for those not used to strong peppers. “Now, if you do like peppers, there are some delicacies you just must sample…”

 

To illustrate the point, Duncan took a sausage-stuffed red pepper from a passing servant’s tray. It was spicy, but he enjoyed it very much. He had to take a couple of sips from his glass afterwards, though.

 

“What about you? How has life treated you since we last met?”

[Blackguard]

Toledo's Group

 

Audley's response was more to the Ambassador's liking. "Si, a new fashion trend that is not French in origin would be just what London needs. There is much one can do to embellish ebony. Contrasts and complimentary colors are many." Peg pretended to agree.

 

Richard noted that his sister and Audley were strangers. So, he is not the one. Yet, Baintree felt he had done his sister a service by making the introduction. The fellow seemed witty enough. Now he just needed to note where Davina would look next. Perhaps that would be telling.