Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 224

Chapter 224 
Breakfast 


“Sir?” Charles smiled as Mr. Punch wriggled while the valet attempted to tie his sable-colored cravat.

“Sorry.” Punch stood still.

“Which pin would His Grace like in his cravat today?” Charles asked.

“Breakfast.” Punch muttered.

“Your Grace?” Charles tilted his head to one side, trying not to laugh.

“I said, ‘breakfast,’” Punch replied with a hint of defeat in his voice. “Breakfast, breakfast, breakfast, breakfast. A lovely breakfast of sausages and boiled eggs and savory mushrooms and beans.” Mr. Punch tapped his feet on the ground.

“You shall have all of that, Sir, and more, I’m sure.” Charles nodded.

“Oh.” Mr. Punch inhaled. “Good.”

“The pin, your Grace?” Charles began.

“Dog Toby wants his breakfast, too.” Punch said brightly, glancing at the terrier who lounged on one of the plush chairs by the hearth.

“Dog Toby’s already had his breakfast. He had some fine mutton when I took him out for his morning routine.” Charles answered.

“Did he?” Punch smiled. “Then, he wants seconds.”

Charles allowed himself to chuckle even though his thoughts weighed upon him heavily. He walked over to fetch the Duke’s jewel case and presented it to Mr. Punch. “Perhaps Your Grace would like to select his own cravat pin.”

“Sparkly,” Punch answered. “Dr. Halifax and I must go to the palace this afternoon for tea.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“The Prince wants to present the blue diamond to Her Majesty.” Punch continued. “You know, that were me pa’s diamond.”

“I know, Sir.” Charles nodded.

“Then, we gotta talk with Prince Albert ‘bout them plans for the South Kensington Museum. And, Her Majesty wants to speak with us.”

“I’m sure you’’ll do brilliantly, Your Grace.”

“With all this horrid stuff here…” Punch sighed. “I’m gonna have to rely on you, Charles, to keep them women from actin’ rashly. How I hate to put more on your shoulders.”

“I don’t mind, Sir.” Charles answered, considering, for a moment, telling the Duke of his encounter with Lady Constance. He decided it best to wait until the doctor was also present.

“Lennie’s gonna help,” Punch sighed. “She’s promised to keep them distracted, but, that can’t be easy what with their babies missin’. Should Colin be taken, I’d be inconsolable.”

“I’ve no doubt of it. We all would, Your Grace.”

“Oh, my pin.” Punch said quickly. “Her Majesty always comments favorably on this one.” He reached into the case and removed a stickpin surmounted by an enamel profile of a woman, her diadem set with diamonds and rubies.

“Allow me, Sir.” Charles said gently, taking the pin and affixing it to the cravat.

“Thank you,” Punch replied airily. “Now, breakfast. Breakfast, breakfast. I wanna get down there before the ladies. You say Dr. Halifax is ready?”

“He’s in the nursery with Master Colin, Sir.”

“Right.” Punch said. He looked at Dog Toby, “C’mon, Chum. Time for your seconds.”

The terrier looked up and stretched before jumping from the chair and following Mr. Punch.

Leaving his chamber, Mr. Punch wondered why Charles seemed to be following him to the nursery.

“Was there somethin’ else, Charles?” Punch paused, turning around.

“I had hoped to speak with Your Grace and Dr. Halifax for a moment, please.” Charles replied.

“Oh?” Punch raised an eyebrow. “Certainly, Charlie. Come with me and Dog Toby.”

As they turned the corner in the passage, they stopped in their tracks as Lady Constance came toward them.

“Good morning, Lady Hamish.” Mr. Punch said politely. “I thought that we should speak this morning about your situation. Dr. Halifax and I spent a good part of the night working out a plan which may serve you and Lady Lensdown quite well.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.” She nodded. “May I borrow your man for a moment?”

Punch looked at Charles. “What do you require? Surely Violet can assist you.”

“I was sending your boy, Georgie, to my home to fetch a trunk for me. I’ll need Charles to help him carry it in.”

“Of course, in a few moments.” Punch smiled

“I really do need it now, Your Grace.” Lady Constance replied.

“I shall go at once with Georgie.” Charles said.

“Charles…” Punch began. “You had said…”

“I beg your pardon, Your Grace.” Charles shook his head. I shall speak with you at your convenience before you and Dr. Halifax depart for the palace.”

Punch nodded.

“If you’ll follow me, Charles,” Lady Constance said with relief, “I shall give you your instructions.”

Punch watched as Charles followed Lady Constance.

“Breakfast,” he muttered as Toby wagged his tail. “That, Chum, is not the breakfast I’d planned.”



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Punch's Cousin, Chapter 224

“I’m glad to see that you’ll cooperate.” Iolanthe smiled. “And, though it pains me to say it, I’m grateful. I don’t want you thinkin’ I’m not.”


“I make no promises, Miss Evangeline.” Robert replied honestly. “I can make no promises. I don’t know what your son’s ailment is, so I cannot say with any certainty that he can be cured.”

“There’s power in our thoughts, Doctor.” Iolanthe scowled. “We must think that he can be saved, and, then, he shall be.”

“You love your son.” Mr. Punch whispered.

“Of course I do!” Iolanthe spat. “He’s the only soul that I do love.”

“Even you got some love in ya.” Mr. Punch nodded. “So you can understand that we love this baby and we want for him to have a good life.”

“I can’t concern myself with what you feel and who you love.” Iolanthe said. “All I care about is my boy. Everything I do, I do for him.”

“Both a blessing and a curse, that is. Isn’t it?” Mr. Punch shrugged.

Iolanthe frowned.

Mr. Punch looked to Ulrika. “Even ‘The Elegant Ogress’ has got love in her. What ‘bout you, Ginger?”

“I’m nothing but love, really.” Ulrika purred. “I love pleasure.”

“Ain’t the same thing.” Mr. Punch shook his head.

“You’re hardly one to judge.” Ulrika snapped.

Mr. Punch shrugged again. “Here, Iolanthe, where’s your boy?”

“Not far from here.” Iolanthe Evangeline answered. “I can fetch him.”

“Can you characterize what’s his trouble is?” Robert asked.

“He’s slow.” Iolanthe answered quietly. “Simple. Even for a child. He don’t react the way other babies do. I don’t think he hears none too well. He doesn’t make noises like other babies do. Just stares and drools. Can’t get his attention. And, his eyes…those mounds around his eyes. He…he’s just not right.”

“If I understand what you’re describing correctly,” Robert nodded, “I must confess that there’s no way to combat it.”

“You don’t know that!” Iolanthe said.

“This is tiresome,” Ulrika grumbled. “Let’s do go and get the boy. Besides, that will give His Grace a chance to gather up the funds that I require.”

“That will take some time,” Robert said. “His Grace doesn’t keep that much money at hand.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” Ulrika grinned.

“Come, Ulrika.” Iolanthe said. “We’ll return in less than half an hour.”

With that, Iolanthe stormed to the door and opened it quickly—startling Marjani who was just about to knock.

“Oh!” Marjani gasped.

“Look at that,” Iolanthe smirked. “Your girl’s here.”

Marjani stepped aside so that Iolanthe and Ulrika could pass. Once they were out in the passage, Marjani hurried into the room and shut the door behind her.

“I’m terrible sorry, gentlemen. I know I’m powerful late. I got delayed.”

“Are you all right?” Robert asked.

“I think so.” Marjani sighed. “I woke up to find Marie Laveau in my room. I tried to get her out and come to you as quick as I could. I see I was too late.”

“Marie?” Mr. Punch said, his eyes wide and wild. “What’d she want?”

“Revenge,” Marjani answered, taking a deep breath. “So, nothing new.”

“She didn’t hurt you?” Mr. Punch asked.

“Not yet.” Marjani shook her head. “But, we got to hurry and get this underway. Gentlemen, Missus Adrienne and Mr. Cecil are on their way. She’s got her costume on and is ready for this to happen.”

“Iolanthe is on her way back with her son. Part of keeping her silence requires that I ‘cure’ her son.” Robert said nervously.

“Oh, I seen that boy. There ain’t no curin’ him.” Marjani frowned.

“I’m sure of that.” Robert nodded.

“It’s terrible sad.” Marjani clasped her hands together. “And, forgive me for sayin’ it, but that could work in our favor.”

“How?” Robert asked.

“Cuz when that witch sees you can’t fix her son, she’ll fly into a rage—one that all the folk in this hotel will hear, I’d guess.” Mr. Punch smiled. “That’ll make our plan all the more realistic.”

“I can only hope so, dear Punch.” Robert bit his lip. “I can only hope so.”

Meanwhile, as Iolanthe rushed through the hotel lobby, she was surprised to see—on the other side of the archway to the dining room—a woman who looked curiously like her in the company of Cecil Halifax.

Iolanthe grabbed Ulrika’s arm and ducked into a nearby vestibule.

“What are you doing?” Ulrika hissed. “Don’t handle me that way!”

“Look!” Iolanthe pointed at Adrienne and Cecil. “They’re at it again. Don’t you see, Ulrika? We’re being set up.”



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