Showing posts with label Chapter 294. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 294




Chapter 294 
Avoidance 



“Well?” Lennie demanded.

“What if I told you that I don’t believe you?” The Baron sniffed. “All of this is just too fantastic. To think that…that…Orpha Polk is my lost sister and that…”

“If you don’t believe me, Baron, then why don’t you follow me up the street and go to Hamish House where Orpha is now living and ask her? Go look at that baby and see if one of its faces resembles yours? At least one of them should.”

“A two-headed child? Preposterous! I think you’re as mad as your brother.”

“If I were a man, I would strike you for that.”

“If you were a man, I would strangle you for your slander.” The baron replied.

“Slander? How is it slander if it’s true?”

“There’s no proof that it is.”

“The proof is waiting to cast its four eyes upon its father.” Lennie retorted.

“Nonsense.”

“If you’re so convinced that I’m lying, or, at the very least, repeating lies told to me, then why not go an look? Surely a gentleman such as yourself—a worldly, sophisticated gentleman—would be interested in such a medical novelty. At the very least.”

“Such sideshow antics do not appeal to me.”

“Why is that?” Lennie smiled. “I thought all of your sort frequented the sideshows, looking for aberrations to make you feel better about your own flaws.”

“You, Miss, are impertinent. I do not expect to be spoken to in such a manner by any woman, let alone the bastard daughter of the Duchess of Fallbridge.”

“Baron, your title is purchased whether in money or in flesh. You are no more a peer of England than I.” Lennie grinned.

“You bitch.” The baron growled.

“Coward!” Lennie spat. “You stand here calling names. You mock a woman. That’s easy for a coward. But, facing the truth of your own sins is unthinkable.”

“Miss…” Gamilla whispered.

“Shut your mouth, you African…” The baron began.

“Don’t speak to my friend that way.” Lennie snapped. “You haven’t the right.”

“Your mistress sent you to fetch your master.” The baron continued, ignoring Lennie. “Hadn’t you best obey? I should like to continue this conversation with the Duke of Fallbridge…so beloved of the Queen. Wouldn’t he be appalled to know that his sister…excuse me, his half-sister…who feigns timidity is really a raving madwoman who attacks her betters. Wouldn’t he be further appalled to think Her Majesty might find out?”

“Her Majesty?” Lennie laughed. “You are no more welcome in the court than a plague rat! You’re loathed by the Prince Consort and the Queen finds you a lecherous buffoon! Go! Go to the palace gates and scream out that I’m mad! If you did, you’d still be a coward because you’d do anything to avoid the truth. You know…you know in your heart that what I say is true. You lay with your own sister and produced a pathetic monster.”

“I refuse to stand in the middle of Belgrave Square and continue with this spectacle.”

“Run, then, Baron.” Lennie smiled. “I have other things which require my attention.”

“Yes, you’d best continue to live off of your wealthy brother’s fame and the smart investments of his ancestors.”

“No. I’m going to Hamish House. I shall inform Orpha Polk—as much as I detest every inch of the woman—that her brother has returned to London. I’m sure she’ll be pleased to be able to introduce her monster child to its father. And, then, I shall return home to my wonderful brother and his companion, content with the knowledge that within the day the two of you will have devoured one another.”

“Listen to me, woman.” The baron snarled.

“No. We’ve finished. Good day, Baron.” With that, Lennie began to walk away, nervously followed by Gamilla.

Suddenly, Gamilla felt a pain in her arm and stumbled backward. She became immediately aware that the Baron had grabbed her arm. She dropped the basket in which she carried her shopping. “Miss!” She shouted.

People on the street began to look at the strange sight of the Baron Lensdown holding an African woman by the arm.

“Let go of her.” Lennie spun around.

“If you go to that woman…Orpha…I will kill this girl in front of you!” The baron barked.



Did you miss Chapters 1-293 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square? If so, you can read them
here. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 295. 




Thursday, July 14, 2011

Punch’s Cousin, Chapter 294

Cecil stormed about their borrowed house on Royal Street, rummaging through drawers and cursing loudly.
Meridian, hearing the man’s ire, hurried into the drawing room and politely cleared her throat. “Anything I can do for ya, Sir?”

“Is it too damned difficult to keep my snuff box in the same place that it always is!” Cecil spat.

“I’ve not seen your snuff box, Sir.” Meridian smiled.

“Haven’t you. It was a gift from a particular member of the peerage. Enamel and gold set with gems! Perhaps one of those groomsmen has come in here and stolen it.”

“I doubt that, Mr. Halifax,” Meridian replied calmly. “They ain’t got no use for such a thing.”

“I wonder.” Cecil growled.

“Have you checked your pockets, Sir?” Meridian asked.

“My pockets! Of course, I’ve bloody checked my…” he patted the side of his coat. “Oh.” His face fell as he reached into his pocket and withdrew the glittering snuff box. He blushed. “I’m terribly sorry, Meridian.”

“Ain’t no matter, Sir.” Meridian smiled. “You got a lot of troubles weighin’ you down.”

“As do we all.” Cecil sighed. “How’s Gamilla?”

“Much better.” Meridian said. “She’s back at her duties. Right now, she’s upstairs with Fuller and little Columbia.”

“Poor children,” Cecil shook his head. “I’m sure Columbia is wondering where her grandmother is. And, I know that my son misses his mother.”

“You miss her, too, Sir.” Meridian nodded.

“I do.” Cecil said sharply. “I’m beside myself.”

“Then, go to her, Sir.” Meridian smiled gently. “I can take you to where the Routhes live.”

Meanwhile, in Marie Laveau’s angular and cruel house, Charles narrowed his eyes at Nellie. “So, then, you’ll help me?”

“Do I have a choice?” Nellie asked.

“No.” Charles replied firmly. “Tell me, who else is in this house?”

“I don’t know. Some of the men, I’m sure.”

“Any other women?”

“The daughter,” Nellie answered quickly. “The other ‘Marie.’ She’s upstairs.”

“Go to her.”

“What for?”

“Go to her and tell her that Mr. Iantosca has taken a turn for the worse.” Charles replied.

“Don’t bring me into this, Carlo.” Giovanni spat.

“You owe me this,” Charles hissed. He turned to Nellie. “Tell her to inform her mother that Giovanni is asking to see Marie. That he needs her. And, that he needs someone with a true knowledge of the human body. I guarantee that both Marie and Iolanthe will come quickly. Iolanthe Evangeline never misses an opportunity to see a man suffer. I can deal with Ulrika on my own and spirit Barbara away.”

“I can’t give orders to young Marie!” Nellie said. “She’d never take it from me.”

“It’s not an order.” Charles answered. “It’s an urgent request.”

“Listen,” Nellie began.

“Do it!” Charles interrupted her. “Go, now!”

At that very moment, in the tidy, but small apartment above the Routhe’s dress shop, Robert gasped.

“What is it?” Adrienne rushed to Robert’s side. Marjani joined them.

“His eyes are moving,” Robert replied, still gazing at Julian’s unconscious body.

Suddenly, Julian’s eyes sprung open.

“Good evening,” Robert smiled.

“Hullo, Chum.” Mr. Punch answered weakly. “Sorry to scare ya, but, we made some decisions me master and I.”

“Did you, now?” Robert said with relief.

“Sure did.” Punch said, sitting up. “And, we need your help.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-293? If so, you can read them here.