Showing posts with label Chapter 272. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter 272. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 272




Chapter 272
Who Will See 



Good evening, Miss Fern,” Gamilla smiled as she entered the day nursery. “I see Charles done brought some o’ your things in here.”

Fern nodded.

“Now, I know most of Master Colin’s toys ain’t fittin’ a girl your age, but, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind ya playin’ with anythin’ you like.” Gamilla continued. She chuckled. “Silly, I reckon, me sayin’ he’d mind or not mind somethin’. Him bein’ a baby and all…”

“You would be surprised.” Fern sighed. “Babies often know more than they let on.”

Gamilla shook her head, recalling what the Duke had told her of Fern’s experiences. She quickly changed the subject. “Would you like to play with anything?”

“I don’t play.” Fern shook her head.

“Oh. Well, it’s time for me to give Master Colin his bath. Maybe you’d like to help me. Have you seen Master Colin yet?”

“Yes.” Fern replied.

“Ain’t he a fine lookin’ baby?” Gamilla grinned.

“He looks like the Duke.” Fern replied stiffly. “He is the Duke’s charge, yes? Not His Grace’s real son.”

“His Grace considers himself to be the boy’s father even though he ain’t actually.” Gamilla answered.

“How is it, then, that they resemble one another so?” Fern asked.

“They’re related.” Gamilla answered honestly.

“I thought they might be.” Fern replied. “Did the boy have no father? Was he a bastard? Like me.”

“You shouldn’t say such a thing ‘bout yourself, Miss Fern. And, that ain’t a word a lady should use.”

“But, it’s true. Isn’t it? That’s what I am. Is that what the boy is?”

“He was born to an unmarried woman. The Duke’s sister.” Gamilla replied, knowing that Punch would wish her to be honest with the girl.

“Miss Lennie?” Fern asked.

“No.” Gamilla shook her head. “His Grace had another sister. She’s gone now.”

“Oh.” Fern smirked. “Gone like my mother?”

“Not ‘xactly.”

“Still, she left behind a child.”

“Fern,” Gamilla began. “There’s lots of boys and girls in the world what were born to folk what wasn’t married. Miss Lennie was one such person. I was, too. Don’t mean nothin’ ‘bout us. Don’t mean we’re any less than anyone else. Ya hear?”

“You were, too?” Fern asked.

“My mama and papa weren’t married in the sense what people think of here, no.”

“And, Miss Lennie?” Fern squinted. “How can that be? She’s the Duke’s sister.”

“She is.” Gamilla nodded. “She was born to the Duke’s mama. Her father was a man who wasn’t the Duchess’ husband. That don’t speak well of the Duchess. But, it don’t say nothin’ ‘bout Miss Lennie for it weren’t her doin’ no more than it were your doin’ nor mine nor Colin’s.”

“Yet, His Grace doesn’t mind? He takes all these people in and calls them his family. Even you.”

“His Grace is very kind. He don’t judge folk. He loves and allows people to love him. Don’t matter who Colin’s real papa was. As far as His Grace is concerned, Colin’s his son. Don’t matter how Miss Lennie came to be. The Duke still loves her as his sister. And, he done took you in so you could have a home, too. He likes to give to folk.”

“Is it because he’s mad?”

“No.” Gamilla frowned slightly. “The Duke ain’t mad.” She shook her head. “He’s different from others, but he ain’t mad.”

“Then, why does he call himself Mr. Punch?”

“Why shouldn’t he?” Gamilla smiled. “Just as you and me and everyone else in this house is different, so is the Duke. But, you see yourself how kind and generous he is. Dr. Halifax is the same way. He done gave you his name and all. Both of the masters want to think of you as their niece.”

“Why am I said to be a niece when Colin is thought of as a son?”

Gamilla narrowed her eyes and thought about it for a moment. “Well, I reckon cuz Colin’s a baby. The Duke and Dr. Halifax…they’re gonna raise him like their own son. You’re already part grown. Do I make sense?”

“Some.” Fern replied coolly.

“They just want us all to feel safe…like a family, even though we ain’t all related by blood.”

“I should say not.” Fern answered. She finally looked directly at Gamilla. “I’ve never seen anyone of your sort before.”

“Not many have in these parts.” Gamilla nodded.

“You’re not from here?”

“No. The Duke and Dr. Halifax found me in America where I was workin’ for Dr. Halifax’s brother.”

“His Grace and Dr. Halifax aren’t related?”

“Not by blood.”

“Yet, everyone refers to them as ‘the masters’ as if they’re equal.”

“They are, to us.” Gamilla replied. “Some households got a Lord and a Lady. Some got a Duke and a Duchess. We got a Duke and a Doctor.”

“They’re not married?”

Gamilla raised an eyebrow. “How do ya mean, Miss Fern?”

“They don’t have wives?”

“Uhhhh…no, Miss Fern. They don’t. They got one another.”

“Is anyone here married?” Fern asked.

“Well, Miss. Not yet. But, in three weeks time I will be.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I’m goin’ to marry the doctor’s valet.”

“Is he like you?”

“No, Miss.” Gamilla answered. “You saw him earlier at tea. He’s the blond fella who limps a little.”

“Will you have babies?”

“Maybe so.”

“What color will they be?”

“Don’t know, Miss. Whatever they’ll be, if they’ll be, we’ll love them.”

“You would love your child, whatever it was?” Fern furrowed her brow.

‘I would.”

“What if it was a monster?”

“Even then.”

“I see.” Fern nodded. “I don’t think I shall be as generous as all that.”

“Don’t you?”

“No.”

“I think you’ll learn a lot from the Duke and Dr. Halifax. I know I done learned more than I ever thought. Even learned things about my own self, Miss Fern. I thought and seen and done things I never knew I could. You’ll see. It’ll be the same for you.”

“I’ve already thought and seen and done everything.” Fern shook her head. “There’s nothing left. Not for me.”

“That ain’t so, Miss.” Gamilla replied. “You’ll see.”

“No.” Fern smiled. “I think it is you who will see.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-271? If so, you can read them here. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 273 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square.



Friday, June 17, 2011

Punch's Cousin, Chapter 272

What you two women want from us?” Marjani shouted into the mist.


“Much.” Iolanthe laughed as she approached. “How convenient of you to be so accessible. I suppose I should be shocked. Shouldn’t I, Ulrika?”

Ulrika nodded. Her eyes were bright, but her speech was slurred and she seemed unsteady on her large, mannish feet. “Shocked, really. Perhaps we should scream with fright. Seeing two ghosts like this.”

“I’d say so,” Iolanthe teased. “The spirits of the Duke of Fallbridge and the good doctor roaming the foggy streets of New Orleans.”

“Really, it’s just out of a tawdry broadside.” Ulrika slurred.

“Have you come out into the land of the living to punish me for killing you?” Iolanthe asked.

Neither Robert nor Mr. Punch said a word.

“Fine, women,” Marjani spat, her round face hardening into a mask of anger. “You done made yourselves clear. You know these men ain’t dead. Now, considerin’ what you already done to them, why don’t you just…”

Mr. Punch interrupted, “Shut yer gob!”

Robert gently touched Mr. Punch’s arm to indicate that they’d be better off if he said nothing.

“You done killed this man’s mother. You done murdered his man. You tortured them and their kin and ripped a child from his loving family. What they done to you ain’t nothin’ compared to what you done to them! So, I’m warnin’ ya now, you’d best stay away from us or you’ll get far worse than what you done already got.”

“I doubt that,” Iolanthe chuckled.

“Why are you so awful?” Mr. Punch spoke up, unable to contain himself any longer. “Is it cuz o’ your boy what’s so sick? Is that it? Did that sadness harden you so you ain’t got nothin’ but pain and torture in your heart?”

“You have no right to mention my son!” Iolanthe howled.

“Here, I got every right.” Punch shouted. “Where’s your boy now, Iolanthe?”

“Safe.” Iolanthe snarled.

“He’s at the Cages’ house…” Ulrika began.

Iolanthe slapped Ulrika’s arm vicisouly.

“I’m not myself yet,” Ulrika murmured.

“Is he, now?” Marjani smiled. “Your boy is in Edward Cage’s house?”

“What are you implying?” Iolanthe asked. “You’re implyin’ somethin’. I know you are, and I don’t want you thinkin’ that I don’t.”

“All I’m sayin’, Iolanthe,” Marjani grinned, “is that it’s good to know where your baby is.”

Meanwhile, at the Routhes’ flat above their dress shop, Adrienne took a deep breath and tried to appear calm.

“Nellie,” she began. “I’ve always held you dear and thought of you as my sister. We suffered so much together. I took you in, those few weeks ago, even though everyone warned me against it, and even when their suspicions proved true, I still defended and wished you help you.”

“Aren’t you the martyr?” Nellie scowled.

“Enough talk from you women!” The taller of Nellie’s two male companions shouted. “Get the boy and let’s go!”

“You’re a countryman of my husband’s.” Adrienne said. “I can tell by your voice. Would you really betray one of your own kind?”

“I ain’t no one’s kind.” The man laughed. “Where’s the boy?”

“He’s not here.” Adrienne lied.

Just then, a small stirring and the sound of a child’s cried arose from the rear of the apartment.

“Isn’t he?” Nellie growled.



Did you miss Chapters 1-271? If so, you can read them here.