Duncan Melville Posted July 28, 2017 Share Posted July 28, 2017 The Townhouse of Lady Kendishall The town house was commissioned many years ago - and boasted a sweeping crushed driveway to expedite the arrival of carriages with guests. And what parties had been had in this house, it's libertine reputation remaining to this day. Ivy had grown up the walls of the tall building, and in the spring and summer a glorious display of flowers brought brightness to its sober lines. Within its grounds were intermittently placed sculptures of frolicsome scenes of nymphs at play. A liveried carriage with the coat of arms of the Melville family entered the driveway pulled by six dark grey horses. As soon as the carriage stopped, and the door was opened for him, the Scotch jumped out, and walked briskly to the door. Behind him hurried a footman, carrying what could be surmised to be some sort of case, covered in soft, red fabric. The contents of the case would not be easily ascertained by the casual onlooker, although when the carrier missed a step, the clink of glass could be heard by those close by. “Careful, George. I don’t want the gift to break before it is given”, Duncan said good naturedly. The viscount was dressed in a lavender velvet justacorps decorated with silver thread in fern leaf patterns, breeches matching color and fabric but without the embroidery, and a quilted brocade waistcoat in lime green and orange, accented by the silver chain of a pocket watch. Over that ensemble, the Lowlander wore a circular black velvet cloak lined with silver chinchilla fur. On his head was an old-style cavalier hat adorned with the tips of a trio of white ostrich feathers, while a fine huge oval-cut amethyst set on a pin decorated his frothy cravat. Blue and white diamond rings sparkled on his left hand, while on his right he carried a figured black walnut cane with a polished silver head shaped in the form of a cube, attached to the cane by one corner. At his waist danced the last piece of his outfit, a very Scottish claidheamh beag,the basket-hilt sword the Scots called “the small sword”. As the Scotsman arrived at the door, he rapped it with the head of his walking stick. KNOCK! KNOCK, KNOCK! When the door was opened, the viscount asked, “Is Lady Kendishall receiving? Please tell her if she is to please forgive the unannounced visit, but that Lord Melville would like to have a brief word”. I hope she is not in the middle of getting dressed for the ball. Yet, I did not send word beforehand, so she is to be forgiven if she replies that I ought to return at some other date. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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