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The Frencherchief Debate (Caroline, Cadell, George, Charles)

Continuing to enjoy his Lady's company, George was utterly oblivious to anyone’s surprise at her strength of character.  Rather, he was pleased that she could hold her own in conversation (though he doubted she spoke a word with politically intent). She had never been to Versailles - George made a mental note to include that venue in a possible future tour-of-Europe honeymoon.  

Meanwhile for the sensibly thinking Men, Conversation flowed well, skirting upon multiple levels delicately around the subject of the declared war with France: George nodded agreeably; they were a gathering of like minds. It was Cadell’s comment, a reoccurring theme even, that spurred George to speak again. "Quite. It was a pity that topic was less enthusiastically embraced last night. I for one have witnessed that the Church of England is most embracing of said Toleration, and have heard it from reliable source that any 'lack of' pains his Majesty."

It was Spratt himself who had advised George of this!

That sober comment was briefly abandoned as Mountjoy made an admission. "Ha, would you believe it Mountjoy, but the carriage is precisely where my own is, and for the same reason you triplicated - is that even a word - upon." even pernickety George had to laugh at that.

"Yet to answer my Lady's question, I might say white for the truce of touché!" here he gave Cadell a wink in acknoledgment of his tease. 

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Nicolette & Beverly

"We could make a nickname for him if you prefer.” Teased Nicci, who knew Beverly well enough to know that the thought would properly horrify him!

But babies were a serious topic really, the business of heirs was pretty much the most important topic in society.  Mindful of this she thought to quietly say, “Are you aware of my families connection with a remarkable doctor back home? Louis arranged for him to be present for Lisa, and due to his innovation her life was saved.  I can ask Louis to write him to secure his services for your own big day?”

Family looked after family. 

And on the topic of family, Beverly brought up the topic of the Sunday dinner plans.  "Oh yes I am looking forward to the dinner, Lady Worchester’s table is unrivalled.”  (in her personal opinion at least)  “even Charles is back from university for it. There shall be so many of us there, it shall overflow the Dining hall I am certain – but I shall not mind if I have to sit with younger ones in the garden room. I get along famously with Arthur.”

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Davina - Finding Sophia

Her attendance not required so she was free yet not. Once again she had to appear and once again she must ensure that there was no sembalance of doubt. There would be no doubts.

Dressed in pale apple green silk with cream lace her hair piled up and entwined with pearls that matched her necklace and earrings this Maid of Honor now moved about. Those that she had sat with had also gone about what was a accepted thing here in Church - the moving from one pew to another before settling - and thus she found a familiar face without companions.

"I saw you sketching earlier" She whispered as she sat beside the Ambassadors wife. "Tell me who is your insperitation today?"

She smiled as she took in the pink and white confection beside her.

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Anne-E looking for Ernle

 

The recently knighted Captain Ernle stifled a yawn before the services. This part of court life was not terribly fun. He excused himself from his family and proceeded inward, eager to simply sit and perhaps nap.

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Kingston and James

 

“Is this the official family line, or mere experience speaking?” James smirked at the notion that he might be cautious as regards a Villiers woman, not unwise advice, and laughed further as he sallied forth to respond to the jest about the departed Viscountess Kingston. “No, I concede the point. I may laud the lioness with courage in her heart when it comes to verse,” once more, he paused, teeth nibbling at a stray bit of flesh on the inside of his cheek. “But in the flesh, she is more fearsome, and when it comes to her den...”

He shrugged, having infringed upon Kingston and his mother already. “Well, you could speak to that better than I.”

“Alas that it would be un-Christian for His Majesty to follow the lead of the East,” he replied, grinning at the idea of a royal harem. “I am not ungrateful for my lines, such as they were, but a play is easier to perform when it's already written. Improvisation is...” The poet gestured vaguely with his left hand, waving his fingers. “Well, difficult would be inaccurate. Tedious...no, inelegant.”

By now, he was hardly looking at Francis, lost in thought, in ambition and grandiosity. “Ah, the burdens of being a bearer of catharsis. Aristotle might be proud were I not so possessed of his favorite flaw, hubris, hm?”

Returning at least partially to his senses as court's lion cub of the moment spoke of festivity, James' head snapped back to front and center, mulling over a wager. “A shame that the most enlivening of bets would be inappropriate on this day.” The Almighty's forbearance was already tested enough by the doings of the libertine set, to say nothing of James himself. “Mm.” A frown wrinkled at the corners of his mouth and brought a dimple to bear, clearly not having thought this through. “It's a bit boring, but...first to find three courtiers having dozed during the sermon wins?”

“And for the stakes, something more lively...” Further chuckles, uncontrolled and unbidden. His green eyes flashed with delight as he looked towards Kingston, suddenly self-conscious in the face of a more experienced mischief-maker. “A dare?”

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Juliana ogling Chatham

 

Juliana watched as Charles arrived, a slow sensuous smile curving her lips. She was actually looking forward to this service. Was the woman who accompanied him his stepmother? She had thought that she would be older. Kudos to his father for bagging a young wife. The striking Lord Chatham did not seem to be annoyed by her, like many sons would be. He actually seemed fond of her. I wonder exactly how fond.

 

She would not approach until they were seated, which she hoped would be soon. The velvet cloak she wore was beginning to suffocate her. Juliana wondered how many people who knew of her would think it odd that a Swede, accustomed to much colder temperatures, was wearing a cloak during an English spring. It certainly wasn’t because she was cold.

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Davina and Sophia

 

Mistress Wellsley looked quite lovely in her pale green gown and Sophia watched as she moved around speaking to this person and that one. She sat where she was and waited for her friend to get to her pew and was quite pleased when Davina sat down beside her.

 

“Yesterday I sketched a flower arrangement. Today … hmmm ,,, perhaps you can help me choose.” The young Countess smiled. “How is Her Majesty faring? Her confinement must be near now.” Without thinking, she rested one hand against her own tiny waist.

 

She reached out and squeezed Davina’s hand. “And how have you been? This is the first time I’ve had the chance to speak to you in forever. I hope that your recess went well and you are enjoying this season so far.”

 

The serious matter Sophia wished to speak about could wait a few minutes. She was more interested in what had been going on in Davina's life since they had last met.

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 Anne-Elisabeth and Captain Ernle

 

Anne-Elisabeth was admiring one of the flower arrangements when she saw Captain Ernle enter the chapel. She headed in a different direction so that she could ‘accidentally’ intercept him. “Ahh, Captain Ernle." she smiled. “How lovely to see you again.”

Edited by Anne-Elisabeth Devereux

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He had been outside, trying to look fine in his uniform and going through the motions of the security of the royal couple.  Rather, he tried to note each face that entered the chapel.  For men, he wanted to see that he knew each and there were no nervous looking strangers.  For ladies, he preferred to spare his glances for the ones he knew.

There was Darlene, of course, who attracted a good amount of his gaze.  She was sitting with Frances Cavendish, a lady he knew well enough.  Darlene was, Charles hoped, viewed as an ally of the Cavendishes.  She had lived with the elderly Duke of Newcastle for a time.  He had given her his house.  She was friends with the Duke of Ablemarle's wife, who was the eldest sister to Frances.  So, it was only natural that the two be sitting together.

He saw the French shrew Caroline arrive.  He was reminded that he may have agreed to go riding with her as part of some peace overture.  Frankly, he did not trust her.  The other French lady was a cousin of the Earl of Basildon.  At least she was a Protestant.  Still, the French could not be trusted.

He saw Susan Herbert arrive.  Perhaps she missed him.  She was a fine young lady and an ally.  She would make a powerful lord an excellent wife.  He needed to inform her of his plan, except she would want to go with him and confront Lewin no doubt.  Maybe it was best to keep silent.  She was will a gentleman that was unfamiliar to him.  As such, the man would bear watching.

Sophia arrived and she was looking for someone.  It was then that he saw Davina arrive.  His heart stopped for a moment.  She was looking fine as always.  Would she come up to him and put him in an awkward spot?  He hoped not.  Things had been left unfinished between them, although they had not spoken in weeks.  Not that Darlene had reentered his life, how was he to proceed with Davina?  He knew what he would be praying about.

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The Basildons Following Behind Nicci

It was not uncommon for the Basildons and the Somersets to arrive together for church.  Nicolette, as was her want, rushed ahead, always eager to engage in banter.  She located Beverley.  They would be seeing him and his wife later at supper.  Usually Nicci was not far from Caroline, but they were in different groups.  He noted Anne Elizabeth, another friend of his cousin.

Toledo's wife was here.  It must be uncomfortable for her not to celebrate Easter with her husband in the Catholic chapel.

There were many familiar faces but he didn't see Buckingham, Norfolk, Worcester, Ibracken or his other political contacts.  He expected to see Ernle surely.  There was ample time to visit and exchange pleasantries with all as his group moved deeper into the church to take their seats. 

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Caroline, Cadell Charles and George

 

Although a woman was deserving of complements Caroline was contentious enough to return them which wile not expected was pleasant all the same. He wondered if that was an aspect of her French upbringing. As she queried as to the colour of George’s kerchief and received an answer of white in homage of the colour of truce he, at the risk of appearing pedantic added. “As the drapeau blanc (white flag) is sometimes used as the King’s color I have heard that the French sometimes use a red banner to indicate a desire for parlay.” I have never seen the French on the field of battle so I can not attest to the fact personally.”

Turning to George he said. “If that is the case might you opt for red in complement to la belle femme (beautiful woman).”

Cadell was a bit more serious. How philosophical of you Lord Athenry. I detect a decided Humanist bent in your observation. Given my family history I could scarcely escape an education in Humanistic principles.* I daresay I can still claim a familiarity with Erasmus’s teachings which deserve to be more widely followed than they are. But alas even for the English politics is sometimes allowed to trump our better nature. Perhaps we should adopt lace as a metaphor for Humanist philosophy.”      

             

 

 

*His ancestor William Blount was a pupil and patron of Erasmus. An influential courtier known internationally as a humanist writer, scholar and patron of the arts. He introduced the future Henry VIII to Erasmus when he served as the Prince’s boyhood tutor. His son, Charles was also a friend and patron of Erasmus who served as a private tutor for the Blount children.  

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Davina and Sophia

"I am afraid I shall be no help other than to suggest a 'Religious' candidate considering the reason for this assembly. Perhaps a statue or bust - there are several nice looking ones scattered here and there."

She offered her suggestion softly all the while thinking how out of place it was for such an undertaking.

"Her Majesty? I should think quite well so say all the Physcians. Confinement is a few months but I have no real tasks because I am not married so ...."

She gave a small shrug but also noticed the gesture her eyes narrowing a fraction as it was digested but she said nothing. 

The hand upon her own was a bit much and it was then that it dawned on her just how CHANGED this meeting was! 

There was no real friendliness between them and Davina had run out of patience so many times with Sophia over the past year that the gesture and even her desposition was making her wonder what was really going on.

Suspicion was well hidden but now she drew back a little in her confidences.

"Me? Well I went to Matching for most of Recess. Then to stay a while with Lady Finch then back to London."

"Well come Tuesday I expect ALL of us shall begin to enjoy!"

"And then there is Baintress wedding later - you know he to marry? Norfolk's daughter Lady Catherine."

She gave out all Safe topics that were generally known if enquires were made.

"And you Countess? Did you stay in London or travel as well?"

She smiled at Sophia.

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John and Susan

He continued to smile as he took her all in finding her charming. 

"Indeed I was. Well not exactly to the point as it happend but then I shall take it as a 'Sign' that its a Blessing."

He offered his Salute adding "A pleasure Lady Susan. And I shall add Baron Silverbridge to make mine complete."

His smile remained firmly in place and his eyes danced as her listened to her.

"It is a beautiful and wonderous place. I am from the colony of Massachusetts - a place called Sudbury. You will find our custom is mostly identical to the ones here."

"Cannibals? Now who I wonder has filled you pretty head with silly tales like that?"

Edited by John Palliser

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Darlene and Frances

"Well I shall have to wait and see I suppose. Although I still do not quite understand."

"And somehow I do not see Dorset being the least interested in ME or what I shall be doing."

"Really? I know him?" Her interest was piqued. "Games? Well then the two of you must be together as often as possibe or how are your friends to guess?'

"Good! I shall make sure that you are seated with the Family - you are known to us after all."

She said that but knew it would take convincing for her Mother to allow it. Frances had not fully understand what the relationship had been between her Grandfather and this Lady and how she had come to have a house. She was old enough now to make a reasonable conclusion and yet that could well be incorrect. She would need to have a better connection with Lady Oakham and perhaps there might come a time when she'd find it all out.

"Have you already spoken of marriage then?"

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Charles swallowed a relieved sigh as Mary bid farewell to yet another courtly non-entity, and nodded his own goodbye through an amiably polite mask. They seemed to be the last, thankfully. It astounded him that people so fundamentally uninteresting could exist. Surely the crushing tedium they exuded from every pore should swallow them without a trace?

I cannot complain too much. I brought it on myself.

He resisted the urge to look sidelong at his stepmother.  He had asked, and there was no real harm in letting her have her fun like this. (Besides, she could make it up to him later.)

Despite that, he guided her to a pew as swiftly as was seemly. Not only did he wish to avoid any further boring encounters, he was also quite looking forward to Juliana joining them.

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Darlene and Frances

Would Dorset be as poor a husband as that?  a little crease pinched Darlene's brow at Frances comment, "Perhaps you shall be pleased of that, although really, were it me I would want to attract a great deal of my husbands attention." 

For Darlene knew herself capable of attracting attention if she really wanted it. Frances however. Well perhaps she'd need Darlene’s help to do that.

"Oh, you have a good point.." Frances was anything but stupid though, as she immediately spotted the fault in Charles game. "You are right, how could anyone guess unless we are together frequently, and so far, he's not escorted me anywhere in public even once."

Rosebud lips pouted at that.

"Oh Frances, shall I confess to you, you are my Cousin after all. And surely someone I can trust.  But there are times, when I worry that he does not actually want to marry me at all.  For instance, he practically proposed on one day, but then on the following acted surprised when I mentioned it.  And then when I have talked about a party, he's not seemed very eager for that at all.  And when I asked him what he would do with my house, for if we marry it will become his, wont it.  He acted very vague about it, as though it was not important - but he'd told me that he needed money for his estates.  I would feel much better if he had eyes on it thinking to sell it, for then I'd know he saw valued in me for his future."

These words she quietly fretted in a hush. 

It is a funny thing how, once you start hunting for danger signs in a relationship, they start popping up all over the place. "And also, he suggested that I go hunting villains at the Docks. Or maybe I suggested it, I cant remember now. But he agreed."   As vivacious as Darlene was, she was not so clever.  

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Darlene and Frances

"Of course you can trust me." 

Frances had seen first hand how easily Lady Oakham took a slight.

"Was he sober in the asking? I mean a man will like to forget many things in that condition and if he had no memory of it then perhpas his surprise was genuine? A man has no interest in such plannings unless they are of his fondnesses - Hunting Hawking Riding - and so will but ask the place and time."

"Your property will be his that is true but perhaps his action was simply because he does not know yet how he wil proceed."

"Your 'value' he must already know and the selling of a house hardly warrants getting so frustrated over."

She was taken back by the last part and was quick to give an honest reply.

"THAT you must not do. How can you think it a good idea? The Docks of all places! There is none there of good repute or conscience I am sure."

"But of more import - why would you even take up such a suggestion when clearly it was said in jest."

"I am serious. To go there is to ask for trouble or worse."

Her gaze was staedy on the other woman and she hoped her point would be taken.  

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OOC: I replied when thre was a lot of your post missing!?  Editing onto my post now 

Darlene & Frances

Having confided her darkest fears, Darlene was surprised when Frances became silent, though on the surface she appeared just the same - it did not take much cleverness for Darlene to realise something had upset the other. 

"Oh, well do not worry on my account..." she  quickly spoke on, "for no doubt it's just the gentlmans cold feet, and what sort of lady woudl I be if I was not able to reasure him.  No doubt you shall see me married again too, and we shall both live out our ever afters for better or for the worse." 

Cheerily said... 

"You are really quite clever Frances, I don’t think he was drunk, but who's really to say now I think about it more."  Darlene was feeling rather foolish, especially after the others reprimands. "And so you think he was not serious about the Docks either?" 

Which made more sense. 

Still Darlene found that news severely disappointing.  Charles was rather more like Thomas than she'd realised, Thomas had not wanted her to have any adventures either.  

"Well if I don’t marry again after all, then that is fine too."  Frances though, as a woman, could surely see that idea upset Darlene a great deal. 

Forcing a smile she asked, "But tell me more about your wedding plans, I bet you shall have the most beautiful dress - and where shall the ceremony be, here in London or back at your Familes Chapel?"

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Darlene and Frances

With a small sigh Frances let the marriage talk dwindle away. It seemed that EVERYONE had some tidbit of advice to offer lately and she was getting weary of discussing it.

But she added for the sake of Good Manners 

"Well perhaps what you say has some truths to it."

But the was swift to return to the important topic -

"I can not think that he would have suggested such a thing! Even in jest. And have you lost your sense as well? Exposing yourself to dangers willingly and for what purpose?"

"Hunting villains why think you this is some play acting?" 

She really could not grasp that this might well be some form of 'love play' between them or that Lady Oakham had the need to persue such things.

"Well if you persist in this then you may well not be alive to marry again!"

Her own marriage resurfaced and she gave a shrug of one shoulder as she answered back.

"It will be at Court."

"My dress. Yes it is being specially made so I have been told. The Duchess has already choosen the fabrics."

"With the 'understanding' that Everyone is to attend. Meaning that it is no small family wedding. I am a Duke's daughter after all. Nothing is required of me but to stand with Dorset and receive the Blessing and then the deed is done."

"Even you Lady Oakham should understand that Love has no financial worth or signifiance. It is all about financial investment after all. It is to be hoped that mutal like is held and that 'love' might someday be had."

She was pragmatic about the whole thing now. Any girlish dreams gleamed from books and Storytellers had long vanished.

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Anne-E & Ernle

 

The dapper captain smiled, despite his tiredness.

 

"Lady Cambray, delightful to see you. It definitely brightens the morning. I was angling for a nap during today's services. We do not generally have such length services at sea," he said with a chortle. "And you, do you look forward to the day's devotions?"

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On 8/19/2020 at 1:46 PM, James O`Neill said:

Kingston and James

 

“Is this the official family line, or mere experience speaking?” James smirked at the notion that he might be cautious as regards a Villiers woman, not unwise advice, and laughed further as he sallied forth to respond to the jest about the departed Viscountess Kingston. “No, I concede the point. I may laud the lioness with courage in her heart when it comes to verse,” once more, he paused, teeth nibbling at a stray bit of flesh on the inside of his cheek. “But in the flesh, she is more fearsome, and when it comes to her den...”

He shrugged, having infringed upon Kingston and his mother already. “Well, you could speak to that better than I.”

“Alas that it would be un-Christian for His Majesty to follow the lead of the East,” he replied, grinning at the idea of a royal harem. “I am not ungrateful for my lines, such as they were, but a play is easier to perform when it's already written. Improvisation is...” The poet gestured vaguely with his left hand, waving his fingers. “Well, difficult would be inaccurate. Tedious...no, inelegant.”

By now, he was hardly looking at Francis, lost in thought, in ambition and grandiosity. “Ah, the burdens of being a bearer of catharsis. Aristotle might be proud were I not so possessed of his favorite flaw, hubris, hm?”

Returning at least partially to his senses as court's lion cub of the moment spoke of festivity, James' head snapped back to front and center, mulling over a wager. “A shame that the most enlivening of bets would be inappropriate on this day.” The Almighty's forbearance was already tested enough by the doings of the libertine set, to say nothing of James himself. “Mm.” A frown wrinkled at the corners of his mouth and brought a dimple to bear, clearly not having thought this through. “It's a bit boring, but...first to find three courtiers having dozed during the sermon wins?”

 “And for the stakes, something more lively...” Further chuckles, uncontrolled and unbidden. His green eyes flashed with delight as he looked towards Kingston, suddenly self-conscious in the face of a more experienced mischief-maker. “A dare?”

"Both, I believe," Francis replied. Although he had clearly never slept with one, he had been surrounded by them his entire life. He knew a thing or two about their demandingness! "And my lady mother is indeed quite the lioness in such a way."

 

Not that Francis particularly needed the protection these days, but he appreciated a spunky woman from having a lifetime of experience of them.

 

"Best come to terms with coping with a little inelegance, for I find court is mostly improvisation. There are opportunities one must seize when they present, for they are not oft scripted. And you did so more elegantly than many would have." 

 

"First to find three? Well, that might only take the first quarter of an hour!" he tried to keep his laughter to an acceptable level. "Challenge accepted," He agreed. 

 

"What sort of a dare?" Francis asked, with piqued curiosity  and eyebrow. "Not that I am not a daring individual, but I am somewhat confined by the rules that govern my position. I don't have the ability to fall back on friendship with His Majesty like Rochester or Dorset. You saw what a bore Lord Arlington is, no dare is worth listening to him drone on. You should have heard my swearing in for it...the process was hours." 

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John and Susan

 

“Well then,” Susan grinned. “I’m glad that God used me to answer your prayers.” She looked around for her eldest brother. Though she did not spot him, that didn’t mean that he was not in the chapel. She was fairly certain that Philip had not seen her tumble into Lord Silverbridge’s lap or the poor man would be lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

 

He was much too charming to meet such a fate. Beautiful? Susan had never heard the colonies described that way. ‘Primitive’ was the word she heard most often. She knew of Massachusetts but not Sudbury. And their customs had not deviated from the English standard? She could believe that, as Lord Silverbridge was a fine example of a proper Englishmen,  and one with an excellent sense of humor.

 

Susan laughed. “That rumor has been flying around court for years. You’d be surprised at how many people believe it. I never did. If the natives were cannibals, they would have eaten all the colonists. Maybe you can set the record straight and nobody will say that anymore.” Her eyes narrowed teasingly. “Unless you want them to keep gullible courtiers out of the colonies.”

 

Susan realized that she wished to know more about him. “So what brings you to court, my lord?”

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Davina and Sophia

 

“Oh I know!” Sophia’s blue eyes lit up. “I shall draw the Bishop as he delivers the sermon and then present it to him when the service ends.” She frowned. “Do you think he will appreciate that or will he think it inappropriate?” At least if she drew him, it would look like she was paying attention to him. She didn’t want to insult him though. Sine Esteban had been promoted, she felt as if she was constantly walking on eggshells. A foreign Ambasador’s wife could not make any social mistakes that could hurt her husband’s good standing, particularly when his faith differed from the faith of the country he was assigned to.

 

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said of the Queen. “Everyone is looking forward to the day her child is born.” Perhaps when they were both mothers, they would be able to bond over it. She had been hoping to befriend the Queen ever since she had first set foot in England. Sophia had impressed her with her voice and they had spoken together when Esteban made a donation to her charities. She hoped she would be able to speak with her soon. It would also be nice to converse in German again.  She hardly ever used her native tongue anymore.

 

The young Countess had become more demonstrative since learning she was pregnant, and she thought nothing of squeezing Davina’s hand. She had no idea that the other woman did not consider her a friend. Naturally amiable and still a bit naive, Sophia thought they were friends. She had given her excellent advice over the past year, helping her to understand English culture and customs. Acquaintances would not discuss such things, in her opinion.

 

She let go and placed her hand in her lap. “You are friends with Lady Winchilsea? I met her last year. She came to my new house shortly after I was wed and advised me about marriage and running a household. And she greeted guests at my first party so that I could make my grand entrance. She is very nice.”

 

Sophia had thought that Lady Winchilsea was her friend too, but she had not seen her since the party. She often wondered if she had found out that her husband was attempting to entice her into his bed and thought that she had fallen right into it. The handsome Lord Winchilsea had tried to seduce her several times and had almost succeeded. He had been very tempting. After Juan had declared his love for her, though, she had forgotten all about him. Maybe she would run into Lady Winchilsea this season. Surely she must know by now that Sophia was not the least bit interested in her husband.

 

“I do hope so. I am counting the days until Easter is over and done with.” Her eyes widened when Davina told her that her brother was getting married. “I did not know, but that is wonderful news. Are you looking forward to having a sister-in-law?”

 

Sophia returned Davina’s smile. “My lord husband and I went to Spain again. The trip was horrifying, as usual, but I enjoyed myself while I was there. I made some new friends and there were lots of parties to attend. I sang at some of them. My lord husband was raised to a Conde, so now I am a Countess. But the most wonderful thing happened when we returned to London.” Again, she placed her hand upon her stomach. “I discovered I was pregnant! It is still hard to believe that I will soon be a mother.”

 

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Anne-Elisabeth and Ernle

 

Anne-Elisabeth had feared that her intrusion might be unwelcome, but he greeted her warmly and with a complement. “Why thank you, Captain. Your presence is equally enlivening.”

 

She grinned at his assessment of the services. “About as much as you do. I will be glad when these observances are over. I sat so long yesterday that my legs are still numb. When we are dismissed this afternoon, I’m afraid they might buckle underneath me.”

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Darlene and Frances

Frances thought very poorly of Darlene's possible-fiancee for his part, and scolded Darlene for even considering the adventure. Darlene, a girl whos mood and spirits were amplified upon the slightest breeze, felt like crying. And here she was sat in church.  In years before she'd have excused herself and fled, but she'd grown up now hadnt she. So she sat perfectly still, held a (weakened) smile in place, and clutched at her song book. 

Am I a fool, and did Charles treat me as such? 

Darlene knew she was not the sharpest pencil, but had thought she still had much merit. 

Turning the subject away from that, she asked Frances about her dress; a topic that she thought safe.  In Frances case though, it was another source of misery.  If Darlene was not feeling so personally upset at that moment, she might have felt even angry at Frances mother for not allowing her daughter to choose a single thing for her own wedding!  

"Oh." was all she said, while Frances turned her cutting tongue upon her for not knowing better than to even ask the question.

This second scolding on top of everything else. was just too much to bear.  "I think I left my pomander in the coach, excuse me my dear."  Darlene stood, gave a curt smile to Frances, and apologised as she squeezed out past the hateful friends. 

Darlene’s attempt to make some new friends at court had magnificently failed.

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Darlene and Frances

Frances waited for the contiunance of the conversation but then none came but the "oh" and that combined with the ladies hold on her songbook caused a small frown to appear on her forehead.

Stranger yet was the sudden flight of Lady Oakham with an uttered excuse for that was all it could be. Frances sat still and blinked several times then she too left the pew intent on catching up.

"Please." Frances whispered loud enough for just Lady Oakham to hear hopefully. "Do not fly away! I am sorry ..... I did not mean to upset you .... "

What exactly had been said that caused such a change? She reached the others' side and continued to whisper hoping that the other would stop.

"I am foolish and caused you distress - I should not have spoken about your Gentleman that way. No wonder you are cross with me."

"Will you allow me to apologize?"

One hand reached out tentatively in a gesture designed to halt. But would it work? 

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John and Susan

John smiled widened at her remark and then followed her direction .... who was she looking for he wondered.

"Rumours are like sand and run thru ones fingers. Without substance and weight. I'd not bother with them if I were you and I just might take up that cause."

"Well as to the latter .... I have seen too many "Courtiers' for my liking arrive and think to find those established there as servants. We could not see the back of them quick enough.

"Ah. Forgive me Lady Susan. Tis a subject the is much heated and not just in Massachusetts."

He gave her a slight bow of his head and then flashed another smile for the last was easy enough to answer.

"I have come to settle my Grandfather's Estate. He died some five months ago but news is slow to arrive so three months have already passed since then."

"Since my own father is also dead I am therefore the next in line so here I am."

"Tis no great 'fortune' some might surmize but to me and mine is is. I was told that since I am now a Baron I had to introduce myself and hope to also find other Family."

"Might you know of The Earl of Huntington - we are cousins several times removed. My sister has traveled with me but finds herself unwell still."

What good Luck to have had this happen! This Lady, for she was that indeed, might well prove to be very beneficial to him."

Looking heaven wards he said a silent "Thank You" then continued

"Who were you looking for? If I have kept you will you allow me to apologize for having been the cause?"

Edited by John Palliser

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Frances & Darlene 

Darlene stopped to give herself a time out in a nook away from the main, she had not expected Frances to follow.  The concern upon the other's face spoke much of Frances gentle intent.  "No please, it's alright." Darlene tried to reassure, "I was unprepared for such insights, for your words had a ring of truth and... well I suddenly felt terribly foolish." She brushed away a silly tear and tried to smile. 

"Then hearing how your own marriage plans are so very... well, forgive me to say it, but not at all heart-warming.  You may have a point Frances, that ladies should not hope for more - but I did, and this is not even the first time. Well, I felt soundly told off, and know it is deservedly so." 

“But sorry, this is hardly the place for such a conversation, and upon a Holy day too when our greatest thoughts ought to be upon The Lord and Gods Grace.”  

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On 8/13/2020 at 8:27 PM, Nicolette Vauquelin said:

Nicolette & Beverly

"We could make a nickname for him if you prefer.” Teased Nicci, who knew Beverly well enough to know that the thought would properly horrify him!

But babies were a serious topic really, the business of heirs was pretty much the most important topic in society.  Mindful of this she thought to quietly say, “Are you aware of my families connection with a remarkable doctor back home? Louis arranged for him to be present for Lisa, and due to his innovation her life was saved.  I can ask Louis to write him to secure his services for your own big day?”

Family looked after family. 

And on the topic of family, Beverly brought up the topic of the Sunday dinner plans.  "Oh yes I am looking forward to the dinner, Lady Worchester’s table is unrivalled.”  (in her personal opinion at least)  “even Charles is back from university for it. There shall be so many of us there, it shall overflow the Dining hall I am certain – but I shall not mind if I have to sit with younger ones in the garden room. I get along famously with Arthur.”

 

"Yes, possibly, though I do not think any nickname which comes from Ulcombe would be very, erm, melodious," Beverley replied. His sister, who was a few years older than he, had called him Bev for much of their childhood; first, from not being able to say the name when he was young, and then secondly from habit. 

 

"Though, perhaps I could lobby to start a, erm, new tradition of using the barony of my lady mother for the grandchild instead." Being in her own right*, the title would also eventually be Beverley's one day. "It is far superior in sound." Like the social butterfly he was not, Beverley neglected to provide what said barony was called. "I do not know if that is even allowed...Hmm..." He pondered. 

 

It's not like his mother was ever called by that since her rank as a countess was quite higher. It simply meant she had brought her own income and property to the marriage, and Beverley was quite certain the reason she got so many new flowers and garden plants all the time was because she reminded his lord father of that rather frequently.

 

"Truly? Special doctors? I do rather thing I should like to hear about such a person. If you think Lord Basildon would do so?" he asked. Beverley was not sure he had ever really spoken to Lord Basildon!

 

The man was very fashionable and impressivee.

 

"I think all their children old enough to know how to behave at a table, so you have nothing to fear there," he replied with a grin. It was of the things children of nobility tended to learn quite early in life. "And Lord Worcester surely has the space."

 

(OOC - * that's from his character sheet, in case anyone thinks Bevsey gets to invent more titles for himself ;) )

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Darlene and Frances

"It is far from alright - I have made you cry and so I think that this IS the best place for this to continue."

"I am not as you Lady Oakham. I do not have the freedom of choice. I am the property of my Father then my husband. That is how it is for all those of our sex."

"I have been raise since cradle days to Obey and to bear punnishments when I do not. I am allowed some things of course but my marriage is not where I have a voice."

"Dorset is a double Earl - meaning he has two titles - and that appeals to the Duke simply because I shall then be a double Countess with the precedence and rank that go with."

"And Dorset brings influnce of his own that will strength Political ties."

"My saying it was not a slight. I but assumed that you already understood how my life is run. Yet I failed to see that by sparking it aloud so soon after you have told me of your Gentleman I would hurt your feelings."

She looked down at her clasped gloved hands pulling a litle at a thread.

"I do not know if your marriage was a happy one or not. But now you as a widow can decide for yourself - I am filled with envy! Indeed while you spoke of this Gentleman that has your heart I remembered that but a short while ago I too I hopes for a marriage with a man that was so well suited."

"We understood the other so well. He made me feel Brave and protected. And we dared to dream. We met in secret and thought that the Duke would look with favor on this man but he did not."

"And so it was done afore it ever had a chance."

"You are the only one to know this."

She whispered and blinked at the wetness in her eyes.

"What I am trying to say is that YOU have the chance to find Happiness and Love if it is so fated. Do not use me as example I beg you."

"I shall only say this much more ..... You must not go off on some fleeting adventure! I shall never forgive myself if you were to suffer harm. I can not stop you naturally if you are intent ...."

This was perhaps the longest speech that Frances had ever embarked upon with another woman.

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