Despite his passive manner towards wooing, Lord Manning did, in many ways, love his family. It had quickly grown into a kind of unconditional love, so often assumed that it was there, that it had naturally manifested itself.
Despite his passive manner towards wooing, Lord Manning did, in many ways, love his family. It had quickly grown into a kind of unconditional love, so often assumed that it was there, that it had naturally manifested itself.
Mrs Redgrave was exactly the kind of individual that cast fear into the souls of the shy or disingenuous, but inspired love in the hearts of those with similar constitutions. Her no-nonsense affability, understood by those who appreciated her plain speaking nature, oft challenged societal understanding of politeness. She was rich and well-connected, however, so no one dared snub her.
Mrs Redgrave was exactly the kind of individual that cast fear into the souls of the shy or disingenuous, but inspired love in the hearts of those with similar constitutions. Her no-nonsense affability, understood by those who appreciated her plain speaking nature, oft challenged societal understanding of politeness. She was rich and well-connected, however, so no one dared snub her.
ELEANOR TURNER
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The post-funeral gathering should have been a sombre affair. After all, a man had just died. But just like the inevitability of death, chaos was a foregone conclusion when the members of the extended Kennedy family were brought together.
The post-funeral gathering should have been a sombre affair. After all, a man had just died. But just like the inevitability of death, chaos was a foregone conclusion when the members of the extended Kennedy family were brought together.
When Freddy asked politely why Kitty was so vexed by her relative, the girl declared with feeling, “He’s being an absolute ogre!” “How tiresome,” commissorated Freddy, “I can’t imagine the undoubtable burden of having an ogre for a brother. Why, the smell alone I am sure would be enough to regret the association.”
When Freddy asked politely why Kitty was so vexed by her relative, the girl declared with feeling, “He’s being an absolute ogre!” “How tiresome,” commissorated Freddy, “I can’t imagine the undoubtable burden of having an ogre for a brother. Why, the smell alone I am sure would be enough to regret the association.”
Bayham, similarly, was used to being misunderstood; many people in their time had misinterpreted his dry sense of humour, either lacking the same drollery in themselves or the perception to see through his sardonic ways. They would thus think him merely disinterested or displeased. Sometimes, of course, he was disinterested or displeased, so the mistake in fairness was easily made. Few people however had ever been able to tell the difference.
Bayham, similarly, was used to being misunderstood; many people in their time had misinterpreted his dry sense of humour, either lacking the same drollery in themselves or the perception to see through his sardonic ways. They would thus think him merely disinterested or displeased. Sometimes, of course, he was disinterested or displeased, so the mistake in fairness was easily made. Few people however had ever been able to tell the difference.
The house itself was magnificent. Grey Portland stone clad the three stories, grecian pillars ornamenting the exterior of the upper floors. Through arched windows, onlookers could glimpse and gander at the ceiling lined with gilded birds, painted in shades of pink, blue and red, featuring roundels of divine robed figures against a cloudless sky. A domed window atop the house flooded the interior with light, cascading along the intricate cornices.
The house itself was magnificent. Grey Portland stone clad the three stories, grecian pillars ornamenting the exterior of the upper floors. Through arched windows, onlookers could glimpse and gander at the ceiling lined with gilded birds, painted in shades of pink, blue and red, featuring roundels of divine robed figures against a cloudless sky. A domed window atop the house flooded the interior with light, cascading along the intricate cornices.
Matilda was not a bad dancer. She studied the art of movement in the same thorough manner she attended to all her accomplishments. She was dedicated to the pattern of the choreography, remembering with exactitudes the very way her dance master had taught her in each step. Bayham was in no danger of having his feet crushed, or being embarrassed by a fumbling movement, spinning in the entirely wrong direction. Matilda’s powers of conversation, however, were less than to be desired. Thankfully the quadrille did not lend itself to long tirades, but she managed to give him an almost complete history of the fall of the Roman empire in the moments that the dance allowed them to be within earshot.
Matilda was not a bad dancer. She studied the art of movement in the same thorough manner she attended to all her accomplishments. She was dedicated to the pattern of the choreography, remembering with exactitudes the very way her dance master had taught her in each step. Bayham was in no danger of having his feet crushed, or being embarrassed by a fumbling movement, spinning in the entirely wrong direction. Matilda’s powers of conversation, however, were less than to be desired. Thankfully the quadrille did not lend itself to long tirades, but she managed to give him an almost complete history of the fall of the Roman empire in the moments that the dance allowed them to be within earshot.
Upon teasing comments from her aunt and brother, Kitty was close to breaking point, but ultimately just grinned and assured it all would be revealed in time. That wasn’t to say that Mrs Redgrave and Lord Bayham couldn’t work it out for themselves, but this quite naturally did not occur to Kitty, who considered it a secret held in the tightest safe.
Upon teasing comments from her aunt and brother, Kitty was close to breaking point, but ultimately just grinned and assured it all would be revealed in time. That wasn’t to say that Mrs Redgrave and Lord Bayham couldn’t work it out for themselves, but this quite naturally did not occur to Kitty, who considered it a secret held in the tightest safe.
“Awfully nice weather, what?” Gerald said, in a voice that in his nervous state projected twice as loud as normal tone. It was particularly fine weather that day, with the right amount of sun to shine happiness on the festivities without wearying them in the heat, but Gerald felt as if he had been hit by the sun itself, so fierce was the sweat emanating from his pores.
“Awfully nice weather, what?” Gerald said, in a voice that in his nervous state projected twice as loud as normal tone. It was particularly fine weather that day, with the right amount of sun to shine happiness on the festivities without wearying them in the heat, but Gerald felt as if he had been hit by the sun itself, so fierce was the sweat emanating from his pores.
Extended mourning was not a concept that Lady Agatha tended to appreciate. Its sombre sobriety was incongruent to her natural state of good spirits. She fanned herself with increased speed, the laced edges threatening to unravel under the pressure, as if to blow away the very idea.
Extended mourning was not a concept that Lady Agatha tended to appreciate. Its sombre sobriety was incongruent to her natural state of good spirits. She fanned herself with increased speed, the laced edges threatening to unravel under the pressure, as if to blow away the very idea.
But by the end of the week, Gerald and Kitty had not fallen out. Indeed, it was far the opposite. It was two sennights before either had any hint of imperfection in the other, having been in tragically idyllic circumstances that it hid all unfortunate idiosyncrasies from the other’s company. In comparison to the obliviousness of his mother, Gerald had seemed practically a paragon of perception.
But by the end of the week, Gerald and Kitty had not fallen out. Indeed, it was far the opposite. It was two sennights before either had any hint of imperfection in the other, having been in tragically idyllic circumstances that it hid all unfortunate idiosyncrasies from the other’s company. In comparison to the obliviousness of his mother, Gerald had seemed practically a paragon of perception.
To the dowager, the young burglar’s disarray seemed the picture of Romantic bohemianism. Thinking it was just like Winky to have such a poorly dressed denigrate as his bosom friend, she made no comment, instead relying on the disapproval of her stare to communicate her dissatisfaction. Probably a painter or poet or some other poor soul.
To the dowager, the young burglar’s disarray seemed the picture of Romantic bohemianism. Thinking it was just like Winky to have such a poorly dressed denigrate as his bosom friend, she made no comment, instead relying on the disapproval of her stare to communicate her dissatisfaction. Probably a painter or poet or some other poor soul.
“How dare you! I have loved Jasper for these six weeks past.” Kitty had been counting the days, so knew that statement to be not quite true. It had actually been five weeks and three days, but to say five weeks would have been an injustice to their relationship. After all, five weeks and three days is very almost five weeks and four days, which is so very like six weeks that it was not worth making the distinction for the mere sake of precision. It was certainly longer than a month, regardless. Kitty could hardly bear the injustice of it all.
“How dare you! I have loved Jasper for these six weeks past.” Kitty had been counting the days, so knew that statement to be not quite true. It had actually been five weeks and three days, but to say five weeks would have been an injustice to their relationship. After all, five weeks and three days is very almost five weeks and four days, which is so very like six weeks that it was not worth making the distinction for the mere sake of precision. It was certainly longer than a month, regardless. Kitty could hardly bear the injustice of it all.
Kitty’s mind wandered to Jasper, her dear squire, for a moment. It was no use thinking of him anymore, but she couldn’t help visualise his cropped red hair, sun-kissed pink skin, and his deep, gravely laugh when she teased him out of his upstanding formality.
Kitty’s mind wandered to Jasper, her dear squire, for a moment. It was no use thinking of him anymore, but she couldn’t help visualise his cropped red hair, sun-kissed pink skin, and his deep, gravely laugh when she teased him out of his upstanding formality.
