Green and Pleasant Lands
Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 10:00 pm
April 1984 – Maristow House.
The Rolls Royce Phantom steam car crunched up the drive into the large rectangular courtyard of the Roborough family estate.
Lady Catherine Houghton Whetherly allowed her driver Madison to open the door for her, straightening herself and assuming the correct posture she strode towards the great doors, where the faithful if somewhat cumbersome Truman waited.
She swept ahead of the servants arriving at the drawing room, as she entered all present stood and greeted her Ladyship, Lady Rebecca Reynolds smiled mischievously, while her older brother Baron Roborough nodded his head and continued his conversation with one of the society bimbos.
Dinner was a traditionally good in flavour with short polite conversation, before the gentlemen were to retire for cigars and brandy and bridge for the ladies, however Lady Catherine would not be dismissed so casually.
“Sebastian, a moment please” she said a little too sharply
Reynolds grimaced, damn it, he’d almost escaped “Of course Aunt” he replied jauntily
They sat in private her stony gaze settling upon the Baron, in return he levelled a steely gaze back something she hadn’t seen in the wastrel Lord to date, she found it refreshing.
“So Sebastian let’s cut to the chase shall we, your plans for marriage what are they!”
The Rolls Royce Phantom steam car crunched up the drive into the large rectangular courtyard of the Roborough family estate.
Lady Catherine Houghton Whetherly allowed her driver Madison to open the door for her, straightening herself and assuming the correct posture she strode towards the great doors, where the faithful if somewhat cumbersome Truman waited.
She swept ahead of the servants arriving at the drawing room, as she entered all present stood and greeted her Ladyship, Lady Rebecca Reynolds smiled mischievously, while her older brother Baron Roborough nodded his head and continued his conversation with one of the society bimbos.
Dinner was a traditionally good in flavour with short polite conversation, before the gentlemen were to retire for cigars and brandy and bridge for the ladies, however Lady Catherine would not be dismissed so casually.
“Sebastian, a moment please” she said a little too sharply
Reynolds grimaced, damn it, he’d almost escaped “Of course Aunt” he replied jauntily
They sat in private her stony gaze settling upon the Baron, in return he levelled a steely gaze back something she hadn’t seen in the wastrel Lord to date, she found it refreshing.
“So Sebastian let’s cut to the chase shall we, your plans for marriage what are they!”