Title: Brenchley House: "Early Morning Call"
Description: 4/10 - am; Trev, Mireille and others
Mireille Trevethyn [Cosmo] - August 10, 2008 04:36 PM (GMT)
Mireille awoke to a cloudy first morning in her new home. She was already missing the sunny warmth of the West Indies. She rose from her bed and pulled the rope for Annette. She walked over to the window of her apartments and looked out on the town. It was such a different place than she was used to. The people that she had met were so alien to her. Her father had raised her in the belief that the residents of London were elegant and proper and that is not what she had found upon her arrival. Perhaps the common gentlemen and their families that the Baronet knew were held to higher standards of etiquette than were Peers. It would make sense that they would have less to gain by being polite and well behaved since they already had everything. Whatever the reason she felt that she was not trained in the proper manners needed to meet the Ton. At that moment Annette entered her dressing room and curtseyed. Well at least she knew that she was going to be dressed well.
Mireille was dressed in a pale blue muslin morning gown with long sleeves trimmed in a white satin ribbon and a bit of lace at the hem and cuff and a fine muslin chemisette and her best muslin whitework cap. The wide silk satin ribbon on her cap was still black from her mourning and she had decided that she would leave it that way so that she would always be reminded of her husband. She went down to take her breakfast with the children in the dining room. As she ate she watched the clock and was keeping in mind that Lady Lydia was due to call at the early hour of 10:00. As she had sat down just before 9:00 she did not have very much time to decide if the call required that she change into her day gown.
After she finished her chocolate and toast she decided that she had best remove to her dressing room to put on a more formal morning gown. So she went up and found Annette waiting for her ready with a lovely white and blue sprigged muslin. It was not too elaborate or obviously expensive that she would look showy at this hour of the morning. If it had been any normal early morning call she would have certainly remained in her pale blue gown, but because Lady Lydia had told her that her mother was not likely to be pleasant, Mireille wanted a stronger amour. Her pale blue gown was one of her favorites on any average day, but she did not wish to be average at this meeting.
Redressed at last, Mireille went to her music room and sat down at her harp. She had not had an opportunity to practice since she left Barbados as it was packed away with the cargo on the ship. It felt good to exercise her fingers as she went through her basic exercises. It felt even better as she began to play a Sonata by Francois-Adrien Boieldieu. She was not playing as well as she was used to being that she had never taken such a long break from it before, but doing it made her feel at home. She could feel the warm breeze blowing in from the veranda off the parlor. She could see her husband sitting at his writing desk while her dear little Stacy played at his feet. As she continued to play she felt tears welling in her eyes and took a deep breath to try to exhale them away. A solitary tear escaped and made it’s way down her cheek and landed on the frill of her chemisette. She played on with her eyes closed and let herself believe that things were as they had been and was startled by the soft clearing of Foxsmith her butlers throat.
She opened her eyes and stood up to accept the card from the silver tray in Foxsmith’s hand. He let her know that he had shown her guests to the yellow parlor next to the music room as she had requested that morning. She thanked him and he left the room. Mireille dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief and turned to check her face in the reflection on the mirror above the fireplace. The lone tear had not done any damage and its trail was gone. Her eyed were not puffy or red, merely wet. She straightened her cap and adjusted a ringlet behind her right ear. Then she walked next door to the parlor and greeted her guests with a sincere smile and hand extended.
“Lady Lydia, I am so very glad that you could come to see me this morning. How do you do?”
Lydia Ashbourne [Samantha] - August 12, 2008 11:15 PM (GMT)
This morning when Lydia was rudely awakened by her step mother and her step mothers ever present and sour faced ladies maid, Lydia suddenly remembered the events of yesterday afternoon. Including how clumsy she had been in front of Viscountess Brenchley. At this memory Lydia sighed and turned towards her step mother. "Why have you come to wake me up? It is but eight and I have another half hour to sleep since breakfast isn’t until nine and we do not have to be at Viscountess Brenchley's until ten." At this Lydia's stepmother turned red and turned towards Lydia.
Do you think that I have woken you up in order to go to the Viscountess’s house? Surely not. I have no desire to be going there this morning and neither should you quite frankly. How will you ever attract a husband and get out of my house if you hang out with people...like her?"
This time Lydia was the one to turn red. "How is it that you can speak so of someone you have yet to meet?" Lydia said more to herself than to her stepmother, "Well then, if you have no desire to go than I shall take Mary and go myself," She said to her stepmother and stood up from bed ringing the bell for her own ladies maid. Within seconds Mary was in the room and with a light blue day dress already picked out. "Now," she began turning back to her mother "If you'll excuse me I must get dressed now. If I have any hopes of getting to the Viscountess’s house on time I must get dressed and have my hair done!" Her stepmother made a noise that was quite similar to that of a dog being kicked and ran from the room, her ladies maid trailing after her.
Lydia gave herself a triumphant smile as the door shut and finished getting dressed. An hour and a half later Lydia found herself dressed, fed and in her carriage on the way to Viscountess Brenchley's. She was very much looking forward to this visit as she found yesterday that the viscountess was very nice and very pleasing.
Lydia arrived at the house fifteen minutes early and as she pulled up the drive Lydia couldn’t help but smile at how happy the house looked. The house looked as if it contained lots of laughter and happiness and Lydia couldn’t help but being a little jealous. Growing up Lydia had only had laughter and happiness for a very short time before she moved in with her unloving and uncaring father and her teasing and ever disapproving mother. As they pulled up to the house and Lydia and her ladies maid were helped down from the carriage Lydia was greeted by what she assumed was the butler.
"Lady Lydia the Viscountess is expecting you," she said as she was invited into the house and led into what she assumed was only one of many drawing rooms. Moments later the Viscountess entered the room with a smile and greeted Lydia with an extended hand. Lydia smiled back and bowed before she took the hand and squeezed it. "I am very well, and you?"
Mireille Trevethyn [Cosmo] - August 13, 2008 01:06 AM (GMT)
"I am quite well this morning." Mireille replied as she took in Lady Lydia's warm genuine smile. She noticed that the lady was alone save her maid which Mireille was pleased to see that she had brought along with her. "I see that your mother was unable to pay a call this morning, what a pity." She said this sincerely as she had fully prepared herself for any type of reception from the lady. One of the maids showed Lady Lydia's maid below stairs to await her mistresses departure. "Would you care for some tea?" she offered as she gestured to the tray of treats that Mrs. Foxsmith had arranged beautifully.
Just then the nurse was walking past the door way with the children on their way to the nursery from the garden. Mireille stood up and waved a gesture to the nurse to bring them in to the parlor. She toussled Stacey's pale curly locks as she sat him on the sofa beside her and kissed Priscilla's flaxen curls as she sat her in her lap. "Lady Lydia, I would like to present to you my son Lord Brenchley and my daughter Miss Priscilla Trevethyn." The children stared at Lady Lydia for a moment and then Stacey's bright blue eyes flashed mischeif and he jumped down from the sofa and darted around his mother to where his nurse was sitting off in a corner. He took from her apron his favorite ball and began bouncing it and chasing it around the room. "Stacey, you be careful not to break anything with that ball. We have barely been here a day. Honestly!" She scolded her son with a smile of delight on her face. "Please excuse him Lady Lydia after the long sea voyage I believe that a boy needs to run about a bit."
Lydia Ashbourne [Samantha] - August 15, 2008 04:12 AM (GMT)
Lydia smiled as the children paraded into the room and came towards their mother, looking shy but nonetheless happy. "Hello," Lydia said with a smile to both the children. They looked like such dears and Lydia thought that they were very beautiful children indeed. Then the boy grabbed a ball and started bouncing it around the room making Lydia chuckle. She had always loved children especially boys. They were always so playful and mischievous.
"It is perfectly alright Viscountess Brenchley. I understand that boys need their room to grow and play. Their were always children at play when I was growing up in...the country," she finished awkwardly. She had almost slipped and said Cheapside. That would have been dreadful.
Mireille Trevethyn [Cosmo] - August 15, 2008 05:42 AM (GMT)
Mireille was pleased to see Lady Lydia approved and better yet enjoyed her children. There is no better way to win a mother's good opinion than to appear to be fond of her children. "Lady Lydia boys do indeed need room to play. Interesting thing is they never grow enough not to need it. Lord Brenchley is so very much like his father in his tirelessness."
"Were your gloves able to be saved from yesterday's mishap?" Mireille asked moving the subject on to something less sad. "And is your toilette all prepared for this evenings event? I am very much looking forward to receiving my gown from Madame Lambert, she seemed to know quite what she was about. I am always nervous when having a gown made by a new dressmaker." Mireille was always happy to speak about clothes, it never made her feel sad. There were few other subjects that were so emotionally neutral, but offered an opportunity in a difference of opinion.
Archibald Edwards (Samantha) - August 18, 2008 04:25 AM (GMT)
Lydia smiled and nodded at the Viscountess. "Yes in deed my gloves were savable as there was not so much mud on them as I had feared," Lydia said taking a sip of her tea and smiling kindly at the children as they continued playing. "And yes I fond that I have everything ready for this evening. My mother has been awaiting this ball with much anticipation, and I think that you may rest assured about Madame Lambert. My mother and I have been going to her for years and she knows what she is doing. She is very eager to please her customers and is one of the kindest ladies I have ever met so I have all the confidence in the world of you getting precisely what you wanted."
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 18, 2008 08:25 AM (GMT)
"I am so very glad to hear that." Mireille said to Lady Lydia upon hearing that sh gloves in question were indeed safe from irreparable damage.
"So you will be attending the ball in the company of your mother? I suppose it is her preparations for this evening are what have kept her away this morning. There is much to do to get ready for such an event I would believe." Mireille was not in anyway under the impression that this was why the lady's mother had not come this morning only it seemed polite to make an excuse for her. On their meeting the previous day Lady Lydia had made it clear in no uncertain terms that she did not think well of her mother and did not seem want to make excuses for her. Mireille could not imagine having a relationship with her mother that was so unhappy. "My mother always spent the entire day before a ball making certain that there would be nothing to keep her favorite of my suiters were going to be in attendance and were they not she spent her time plotting how to convince them to appear. If your suiters are as bountiful as you led me to believe yesterday I should not be surprised if such a task would take her several days."
"It is comforting to know that you share the same opinion as the dowager Viscountess in regard to Madame Lambert." Mireille confided. "My mother in law is not as young as she once was and therefore is not as eager to be the pink of fashion as I am. Now that I am able to wear any color I like I intend to do so in very fine gowns."
Just then Lord Brenchley picked up his ball and ran out of the room causing his nurse to jump up from her sewing to chase after him. Mireille raised an eyebrow and smiled as she witnessed her sons unexpectedly abrupt departure.
"At any rate are there any other shops in Town that you think I had ought to take a look in?" Mireille asked. There were so many shops in Bond street compared to what she had been used to at home she did not wish to waste any time on the lesser shops. "Or in fact any other places I had ought to see at all in Town, even if clothing is not involved?" She asked with a smile.
Lydia Ashbourne (Samantha) - August 21, 2008 01:58 AM (GMT)
Lydia smiled at The viscountess pleased that she took her advice and that she had come up with an excuse for Lydia to use as to why her "Mother" didnt show up. "Why yes that is exactly why my mother was unable to join us. She always likes to be prepared for balls and parties and such. She is a most organized women." Lydia said trying not to rimace. She had realized after yesterdays meeting that she had spoken quite ill of the women who was supposed to be her mother and in polite society that was not at all the thing to do.
Then listening to the questiong asked Lydia thought. "Well," she began thinking "I am not much of a reader but I must say that the book store is quite excuisite and of course there is Hyde Park."
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 21, 2008 03:33 AM (GMT)
Mireille grinned as Lady Lydia agreed with her explanation for why her mother had not visited. "I am certain she is quite organized." She had not been certain at all that she would not disagree with her and say the real reason why she had not come. Lydia had chosen the more appropriate of the two options and that pleased Lady Brenchley.
"It so happens Lady Lydia, that I stopped into Mr. Decklers shop yesterday after we met. It seemed quite a fine shop. I picked up a few books to read which I began yesterday and have quite enjoyed so far. Though I am surprised that you should recommend a book shop if you are not a reader." Mireille was speaking mainly of Sense and Sensibility since that is the one she had read the most of last evening. "Oh yes Hyde Park! I shall definitely have to make a visit tomorrow. Do you find it is better enjoyed on foot, on horseback, or by carriage? I have not ridden or taken out my phaeton yet which I would very much like to do, but if it is best to see on foot, I should like to do that."
Lydia Ashbourne (Samantha) - August 26, 2008 03:08 AM (GMT)
Lydia frowned in thought and considered the different options for traveling through Hyde Park. "Well," she began thinking still. "I prefer walking through Hyde Park. It allows you to stop and see all of the beautiful things about Hyde Park. Also of course there is riding your horse which I fond to be quite enjoyable. My least favorite however is in the carriage. It does not allow a proper view of the park and is very much less intimate," she said thinking about the one and only time she had ever had the mispleasure of riding through Hyde Park in a carriage. Lots of people loved it but she found that she couldn’t stand it. "I suggest you try them all however as my likes and dislikes could be very different from your own," She said sunnily "I would be glad to accompany you if you ever needed some company."
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 26, 2008 07:21 AM (GMT)
"That is quite true that our tastes might be quite different. It is kind of you to offer to accompany me to the park. I will have to check with the Dowager Viscountess to see when I have a moment to myself, for you see she has arranged all sorts of visits and events for me and my time is not yet my own." Mireille said to Lady Lydia. In fact Mireille did not think that she would be able to call much time hers until she had made her curtsy at court nearly two weeks from now. "When I do have an opportunity to go out I think that I should very much like to have you join me. I will send you a note as soon as I find I have time available. Surely the Dowager will not keep me from all exercise."
Lord Brenchley ran back into the room and straight up to Lady Lydia and presented her with a daffodil from the garden by dropping it in her lap and running off to play with his ball again. His nurse came trailing in after him an resumed her seat in the corner with her sewing.
"Dear Stacey, how sweet of you to give Lady Lydia a flower." Mireille said as she watched her son's gesture and laughed. "Honestly Lady Lydia, he has never done this before though perhaps I ought to tell him that he should always give flowers to all of my callers. It is quite charming. You have certainly captured his attention."
Alexander Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 26, 2008 07:25 AM (GMT)
Trevethyn stepped out of his hired hack at Brenchley House in Grosvenor Square and walked up to the door where he was promptly met by Foxsmith the butler. He let the man take his coat and hat and began to walk in the direction of the parlor. He heard a cough “I will announce you sir and I shall be back directly. If you would be so kind as to wait here, sir.” Feeling slightly embarrassed he turned and walked back to the foyer. He wasn’t used to this not being his parents home yet.
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 26, 2008 07:46 AM (GMT)
Foxsmith entered the parlor and announced "Excuse me Lady Brenchley, Mr. Trevethyn has arrived to see you."
Mireille was surprised to hear this as he was not expected, but thought it would be rude not to see him and so she nodded her her acceptance of the caller. Foxsmith exited. To Lady Lydia she said "Well, Lady Lydia it seems as though I will have the pleasure of making you known to my brother if you have not already met him."
Alexander Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 26, 2008 07:47 AM (GMT)
As he stood and waited to be announced to the lady of the house he was reconsidering if he ought to have come this morning. Perhaps it would have been best to wait until he called on her this evening for Almacks. Oh, well he thought too late now. He had been rather dreading this meeting since he had learnt that the Viscountess was to arrive in Town. He really needed to get to know her a bit so that he could help to guide her through London society. If she did not fare well it would be a serious problem for his family. Just as he was going through all of the perfectly suitable ladies of the ton his brother could have married, Foxsmith returned to lead him into the yellow parlor.
On entering the room Trevethyn bowed to his sister and crossed to take a seat near her. “Good morning, My Lady . . .” It was only then that he saw that she was not alone. There were also in the room two children who were the exact image of his brother and a very pretty lady that he had never met. “I beg your pardon, My Lady I was not aware that you had company this morning. Had Foxsmith let it be known I would have left my card and not interrupted your conversation.” He said as he turned to smile and bow in the direction of the lady. The lady was pretty indeed and well dressed. He could not think how he had not met her before now. If his sister always kept such attractive company she was not going to be as much of a problem as he had feared.
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 26, 2008 07:49 AM (GMT)
“Mr. Trevethyn it is no intrusion in the least. Welcome. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. I was so disappointed when you were unable to join your mother and myself for breakfast yesterday. Please make yourself comfortable.” Mireille gestured to a seat near herself.
“Allow me to introduce you to my new acquaintance. Mr. Trevethyn this is Lady Lydia Ashbourne daughter of Lord Fareweather. Lady Lydia this is my brother Mr. Trevethyn.” Mireille presented the two to each other and then took her seat. “Mr. Trevethyn I should also present to you your niece and nephew, Lord Brenchley and Miss Priscilla Trevethyn.” The children stopped their game and came over to look at their uncle.
Alexander Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 26, 2008 07:53 AM (GMT)
Yes, I am sorry to have had to cry off. I was unfortunately needed on some business.” Trevethyn took this time to take in his brother's wife's appearance as she offered him a seat. She was not unattractive at all. He would almost call her pretty. He had never met another mulatto so he could not compare her to anyone and she did not look anything like any of the ladies that he had ever met. Her eyes were stunning though for certain, such a blue he had never seen and the contrast to her skin made it rather shocking.
“Your servant, My Lady” He said as he turned to Lady Lydia meeting her eye as he made an elegant bow. He smiled again. He then took his seat.
Lydia Ashbourne (Samantha) - August 26, 2008 10:15 PM (GMT)
Lydia giggle as the dirty flowers dropped in her lap and picked them up, holding them very gently in her dainty fingers. "Why thank you Lord Brenchley I shall cherish these forever," she said cheerfully. "Why I do believe you may be right Viscountess Brenchley your son is quite the charmer, if you are not careful you shall have every young lady in the ton lined up on the block in a few years!"
Lydia listened to Lady Brenchley and smiled as The Viscountess talked to her children. Lydia couldn’t wait until she had a family of her own and could only hope that she could find a husband who she loved instead of one whom she was only forced to live with. This little bubble of happiness went on for just a few minutes as the announcement of what Lydia could only assume was The Viscountess's brother in law interrupted then. A moment later Lydia found that the interruption was not at all unwelcome.
The man was very handsome and his warm smile gave off the impression that he was a very friendly person. Lydia smiled up at him as words were exchanged between him and the Viscountess and as introductions were made. "It is a pleasure to meet you my lord," Lydia said politely trying not to blush.
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - August 27, 2008 06:50 AM (GMT)
"Indeed Sir, I am sure that you have had much business to attend to with my arrival in Town. The Dowager Viscountess was telling me how very useful you have been to her." Mireille was amused as she watched her brother take in the sight of Lady Lydia. She could not help but to smile. Certainly the connexion was not one that would harm Lady Lydia even though he was not titled though she did not think that it would be a sparkling sort of match that would please the girl's mother.
"Lady Lydia, I believe we were speaking of the pleasures to be had at Hyde Park before Mr. Trevethyn arrived. He was the one who was so kind as to arrange the purchase of my mare that I will be riding while in Town. I am actually in need of a new riding habit due to my habits from home being much to lightweight for the cooler weather of London. We may have to walk if I have not had a new one made before we are to take our trip together. " Mireille was very excited to have a new habit made, she had never had any reason to wear one of wool and always welcomed any excuse to go shopping and looking at fashion plates. "Have you seen any very lovely plates of habits recently?"
Lydia Ashbourne (Samantha) - August 30, 2008 02:52 AM (GMT)
"Why actually," she said in response the Viscountess's question "I saw quite a lovely one when I was out shopping the other day and just had to but it. It was a light pink color and floral and very practical might I add. I make a point to wear that particular one when out riding I think that I look very well in pink.," she said thoughtfully. It was true she had been the only debutante that had not looked washed out in pinks, yellows and whites in fact after her mother gave her permission to wear slightly bolder colors Lydia had stuck with the pastels believing that they were her best colors.
"I suggest you take a trip to Bond street sometime today. It is quite beautiful today and it would be nice to go shopping," she smiled at the Viscountess before adding "You really must visit all the stores there. There are many exquisite shops in which to buy gowns in ."
Alexander Trevethyn (Cosmo) - September 1, 2008 05:52 AM (GMT)
"Did my mother say that I have been useful? How kind of her. I am rather surprised for there was so much she needed done and I did not have time to accomplish half as much as I would have liked."
"Hyde Park is lovely. I myself enjoy a ride there every so often. I am quite confident that when you take the mare out that she will meet your expectations." As the conversation turned to fashion plates he turned his attention to his tea and his mind started to wander. He started off thinking about why Lady Lydia had not spoken to him even though he thought that the viscountess had very intentionally mentioned his assistance in the purchase of her mare. Then he thought that perhaps it was because he was not titled. Then he was thinking of his brother and how much his nephew looked like him. Then he thought about how if he didn't find wife he would never have a son to look just like him. Well he could, but Trevethyn was not that kind of fellow. He stole another glance over his tea cup at Lady Lydia.
Archibald Edwards (Samantha) - September 1, 2008 06:26 AM (GMT)
Lydia smiled at The viscountess's brother in law as she saw him look over his cup towards her. "Well," she said to herself turning to face Mr. Treventhyn "time to get over my shyness."
"Im am sorry we are neglecting you Mr.Trevethyn. How do you do today?" She said carefully trying not to bluxh. Her words had come out to fast indeed and she was afraid of coming off as a silly school girl. Lydia was at a total loss as to why she always did this around handsome men esspecially since most handsome men thought her equally as attractive.
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - September 1, 2008 07:03 AM (GMT)
Mireille smiled at Mr. Trevethyn. She was not sure if he was being modest or mocking in regards to his mothers demands, but he was very amiable. "Perhaps, Mr. Trevethyn, you will accompany me on a ride in the park sometime."
"I would have guessed yo to be a fan of pink. Your coloring is quite suited to it. The habit you have described sounds quite interesting. I am intending to find a good tailor to make my habit for me." Mireille replied to Lady Lydia. She had not in her knowledge seen a floral riding habit before and thought that it indeed sounded interesting. Mireille herself was not looking for something so very unique. She would most likely select a solid blue or green wool.
When Lady Lydia addressed Mr Trevethyn, Mireille was quite surprised. Not at the fact that she had spoken to him, but the rather abrupt manner in which she did so. She seemed quite nervous and inexperienced. Perhaps that discomfort was the reason that she had not enjoyed her first season out. She wondered if she had this problem when speaking to any man or just men whom she found interesting?
Alexander Trevethyn (Cosmo) - September 1, 2008 07:26 AM (GMT)
"My Lady, I should think it a grand idea to go riding together. I remember a letter from my brother stating that you are quite an expert horsewoman. I would very much like to see it myself. Whenever you are available name your date." Then Lady Brenchley began to talk more of shopping and he felt his eyes begin to glaze over and he felt his pasted on smile stick. He turned once more to his cup which was nearly empty.
He was just about to make his excuses and take leave of the ladies when Lady Lydia addressed him. He was quite caught off guard as he had only been half listening to what was going on and had to reply to what he was guessing she had said. "I am quite well today thank you very much for asking. I had the good fortune of running into an old friend in Bond Street this morning and . . ." He cut himself of realizing that most ladies did not wish to know the whole of his life at the inquiry into ones' health. ". . . and yourself?"
Archibald Edwards (Samantha) - September 1, 2008 07:39 AM (GMT)
Lydia gave her usual smile and felt herself calming down a little but kicking herself nonetheless. Her question had been abrupt and most unladylike. "I am quite well this morning Mr. Trevethyn having myself had the fortune of meeting an old friend yesterday, and of course making a new acquaintance," she said smiling at The Viscountess.
Lydia sighed in her head and kicked herself once more. She had been extremely unladylike yesterday upon meeting the Viscountess and now to make another unladylike move was almost disheartening. She had been trying so hard not to slip up.
Alexander Trevethyn (Cosmo) - September 3, 2008 06:10 AM (GMT)
"I am glad to hear it." Trevethyn responded. Lady Lydia's warm smile made him smile in reply. He felt rather awkward and was beginning to think of something else to say to her. His mind was coming up rather blank. Almacks. "Will you be attending the ball at Almacks this evening?" He was very glad to have finally thought of something to say. Certainly a ball was a subject that ought to get the lady interested in the conversation.
He looked in the direction of his new sister to find some sign if that was a good choice or not, but was unable to tell what she thought. She looked rather puzzled or was it amused. He could not be sure. He wished that he had known her longer than 2 minutes.
Marie Ann Edwards (Samantha) - September 3, 2008 11:22 PM (GMT)
"Why yes I am very much looking forward to the ball and will be in attendance." She said growing excited about the ball. It had been ages since she had been to one and she looked forward very much to meeting with her old friends again. Lydia was also looking forward to seeing Nicholas again yet she would hardly admit it. She had missed him and had not had a very big opportunity to talk with him.
Just as this thought popped into her head there was a commotion outside and a footman stepped into the room announcing the arrival of her stepmother who strode into the room and flashed The Viscountess a condescending look.
Clearing her throat Lydia smiled at her stepmother and stood to introduce her the Viscountess and her brother in law. "Viscountess Brenchley, Mr. Trevethyn, I would like to introduce you to my mother, Lady Ashbourne." Her mother bobbed a quick curtsy to the Viscountess and turned to Mr.Trevethyn laying on a sickingly sweet smile.
"A pleasure to meet you. The both of you," she said saying the last part with a twinge of disdain. I am afraid I have to cut the visit short however as Lady Lydia and I are due in Madame Lamberts in a half hour for her final dress fitting for this evenings ball. I do hope to see the both of you at the ball tonight and I hope that Mr. Trevethyn can spare a dance for Lydia?" Not waiting for an answer her mother bobbed another curtsy and exited the room.
"Viscountess Brenchley I am sorry that I have to cut this visit short but as my mother said I have a dress fitting. I hope to see you tonight at the ball and I hope we can finish our conversation there?" Then saying goodbye Lydia bobbed a quick curtsy and left behind her mother.
[[Lydia out...sorry to cut it short...]]
Mireille Trevethyn (Cosmo) - September 4, 2008 06:26 AM (GMT)
Mireille was thoroughly amused by the interchange between her new brother and her new acquaintance. He was clearly under the influence of her beauty. It was charmingly awkward.
With a look of utter shock Mireille watched Lady Fareweather's entrance into the room which was quite unexpected and not at all pleasant. The footman who had granted her admittance to the parlour would certainly have some explaining to do. She stood to greet the Countess as she ought. She bobbed her shallow curtsy to return the one she was given and watched the Lady exit the room.
"Well!" Mireille said to her brother. "Have you ever?" Mireille was not surprised at Lady Fareweather's behavior but she was surprised at Lady Lydia. She certainly seemed to pick and choose when to obey her mother and when not to. Her feelings were rather hurt.
"Mr. Trevethyn, Shall we make our way into the conservatory?" she said as she stood up to lead the way.
(OOC; Mireille out)
Alexander Trevethyn (Cosmo) - September 5, 2008 01:56 AM (GMT)
It seemed to Trevethyn that just as he had begun to get a bit of conversation from the Lady her mother had burst into the room. He was disappointed. Lady Fareweather's extremely rude appearance was rather shocking to him he had never seen a mother behave so badly in front of her daughter's new acquaintances. He felt very badly for her and thought that her daughterly obedience was quite something to be said for her. A lesser lady would have thrown a tantrum at such shoddy treatment and would have further embarrassed herself. Lady Lydia's cool resignation to her mother whim was admirable.
When her mother had requested that he dance with Lady Lydia he was rather appalled. He had previously had every intention of requesting a dance with her, but almost changed his mind out of spite. When he thought more about it he decided that he would indeed request a dance with Lady Lydia. Her conversation was not free flowing, but they had just met. Maybe she was the sort who needed to warm up to a person.
"No, sister indeed I have not ever." He replied to Lady Brenchley's expressed abhorrence of the Lady's behavior. " I would be very glad to accompany you. I've not seen the conservatory in months. Oh, before we go, perhaps you would like to put these jewels in the hands of someone to make safe. They are the reason that I paid a call this morning. I have just picked these up from my families' jeweler. They now belong to young Lord Brenchley. I believe that there are diamonds amongst then that will look quite well on you." He handed the large heavy box of jewelry to the nearest footman and looked around for Foxsmith who quickly came in and took possession of the box and left the room with it to lock it away. Trevethyn followed Lady Brenchley out of the room.
(OOC: Trevethyn out.