Showing posts with label Chapter 327. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chapter 327. Show all posts

Friday, May 17, 2013

Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square, Chapter 327





Chapter 327 
Lady and Gentlemen


I say,” Matthew smiled as Lennie entered the drawing room. Punch, Robert and the Earl all stood as she came toward them. “Lady Fallbridge, you look…well, your dress is just lovely, and…well…”

“Thank you.” Lennie blushed. “I see my brother has told you about today’s visit to the palace.”

“I think it’s just smashing.” Matthew nodded. “And, the honor suits you, Lady Fallbridge. Both of you.” He turned to Robert. “I’m so pleased to have met you finally, Lord Colinshire.”

“And, I, you.” Robert nodded.

“Of course,” Matthew continued nervously, “His Grace and I have met previously, though I’m sure you don’t remember.”

“I am quite sorry to say that I do not.” Mr. Punch replied, affecting Julian’s manner for the sake of the Earl.

“Well, I say, an important gentleman would not be able to recall all of those he’s met.”

Mr. Punch nodded.

“Gentlemen, do sit.” Lennie smiled. She demurely placed herself upon a small balloon-back chair. Matthew gazed at her.

Punch could see at once that Lennie was anxious, and, so, he tried to distract the Earl’s attention.

“Lord Cleaversworth,” Punch began, using Julian’s voice.

“Oh, please, Your Grace, call me Matthew. Whenever I’m called Lord Cleaversworth, it makes me feel that I’m quite older than I really am.”

“As you wish,” Punch nodded. “And, you may call me…” he paused. What could Matthew call him? He was uncomfortable being referred to as ‘Julian’ because he wasn’t Julian. He didn’t mind being addressed as the Duke of Fallbridge because it was a role which he had solely filled. However, even though he shared Julian’s body, he wasn’t Julian. He was Punch.

Robert, sensing Punch’s dilemma, spoke up. “Perhaps Matthew could use the affectionate name which Lennie and I use for you, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“I would not mind at all.” Punch shook his head with relief.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“When His Grace and I met, I took to calling him, ‘Mr. Punch.’” Robert smiled.

“Punch?” Matthew smiled.

“Yes,” Mr. Punch nodded.

“As is the puppet?” Matthew asked.

“That is correct.” Robert replied.

“May I ask why?”

“Robert?” Punch looked to his companion.

“Well,” Robert cleared his throat. “His Grace has long been an aficionado of the art of puppetry and has a special fondness for Punchinello. Furthermore, he exhibits, quite often, a rather impish glint in his eye which puts one in mind of ‘Old Red Nose’ and his mischievous grin.”

“How charming.” Matthew smiled.

“I’ve even taken to referring to my brother as ‘Mr. Punch.’” Lennie spoke up. “Even Her Majesty herself, just this very afternoon, did so.”

“Well, then, I’m honored to be included in such an exclusive group.” Matthew said earnestly. “If His Grace is certain he wouldn’t mind.”

“I’d be delighted if you would.” Punch replied.

“Very well, Mr. Punch.” Matthew nodded. “I say, what a lark.” He paused. “I should confess, Your…Mr. Punch…that I was quite intimidated to meet you again today.”

“I?” Punch raised his eyebrows. “Whatever for?”

“To be honest, your association with the crown is well-known. You’re the Queen’s favorite and held in such regard by the court. Furthermore, your reputation as a gentleman has become legendary. Many speak of your kindness and altruism. Furthermore, your influence within Parliament, and your wealth, set you apart from other men. Not to mention the fact that, as a jeweler, you are considered unmatched.”

“How flattering.” Punch nodded. “I was under the impression that most of Westminster was abuzz with talk of my madness.”

Matthew blushed. “I’ve heard those rumors as well, I will admit, but those are words spoken out of jealousy from less than reliable sources. No one of any substance would take such slander to heart.”

“I’m glad to know it.” Punch answered.

“And, of course, Lord Colinshire….”

“Robert, please.”

“Well, Robert is considered the finest doctor in the City of Westminster, another favorite of the Queen.” Matthew continued. “And, to be frank, I do so want you both to like me. Yet, I have no real accomplishments to my credit.” He flushed. “I…I have a tendency to say whatever comes into my mind. Please forgive me.”

“It is, in my estimation, an admirable quality.” Mr. Punch said gently. “One that makes a man rather transparent. It’s something of which I myself am often guilty. Furthermore, I know that it’s a quality which my sister finds most endearing.”

“So many, I find, have hidden plots and schemes.” Lennie added. “I find a man who speaks what he feels to be refreshing.”

“I say, that does my heart good.” Matthew answered.

“Ah, here’s our tea. Our Mrs. Pepper has been hard at work preparing all of our favorite treasures,” Punch said.

Speaight rolled the tea trolley into the drawing room, followed by Charles who carried a tall stand of sumptuously decorated cakes, scones, petit fore, and candies.

“Lovely.” Matthew smiled.

“Our Mrs. Pepper is undoubtedly the finest cook in Belgravia.” Lennie grinned.

“I’m sure I’ll enjoy all of it.”

They sat in silence as Charles and Speaight set up the tea.

“I’ll play mother,” Lennie nodded at Speaight.

“As you please, Your Ladyship.” Speaight nodded.

Charles made a point to catch Lennie’s eye before exiting, smiling his approval of Matthew. Lennie giggled quietly.

“I say, look at those sandwiches.” Matthew inhaled hungrily. “There’s nothing more that I like than a good sandwich. Well, perhaps breakfast. I’ve a special fondness for breakfast.”

“Do you?” Punch’s eyes widened. “Eggs, sausages, beans, toasted bread.”

“I do enjoy a good breakfast myself.” Punch said happily.

“I confess, I just like to eat.” Matthew blushed.

Lennie looked up from pouring the tea and grinned at Punch and Robert.

“Matthew,” Robert said, “I do think we shall all be very good friends.”

“I am most certain of it.” Punch agreed.

“I’m so glad to be in the favor of such important gentlemen.” Matthew blushed. “Perhaps, one day, their esteemed sister will…”

“I already do.” Lennie interrupted.

“I say…” Matthew nodded happily. “Jolly good.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-326 of Mr. Punch of Belgrave Square? If so, you can read them here. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 328.
 

Friday, August 26, 2011

Punch’s Cousin, Chapter 327

Charles felt the heavy cold of the wet pavement seep into his coat before he opened his eyes. He knew that he had been wounded. His stomach burned and a drowsy warmth spread across his stomach in stark contrast to the chill he felt beneath him.


He moaned, “Barbara.”

His vision was blurred by pain as he studied his dark surroundings. Wooden crates were piled up around him and he heard the sharp skittering of rats close to his head.

“Barbara,” he repeated.

Yet, the only answer was the chirping of vermin.

“God help me,” he croaked.

Meanwhile, Marjani opened the front door of their borrowed Royal Street mansion to find a messenger poised to knock.

“Got a message for a Charles Van Eyck. He live here?”

“He’s a servant.” Marjani said. “You shoulda brought this to the back.”

“You gonna take it or not?” The man asked.

“Sure.” Marjani nodded.

The man left without another word.

Marjani slowly walked into the house.

“Here, what’s that?’ Punch asked as he and Robert joined Marjani in the front hall.

“A letter.” Marjani sighed.

“Not another for me?” Punch squinted.

“No. For Charles.” Marjani shook her head, holding the letter in front of her face. She handed it to Mr. Punch. “Here. He’s your man.”

Punch sniffed the letter. “Comes from Iolanthe’s. I can tell by the scent, I can.” He studied the handwriting carefully. “You were right ‘bout evil on our doorstep. It’s from Barbara.”

“You gonna give it to him?” Marjani asked.

“He’s probably asleep.” Robert added, unaware that Charles had left the house.

“I don’t know if we need Barbara continuin’ to try to witch that poor man.” Punch sighed.

“If you don’t give it to him now, he’ll be quite angry tomorrow.” Robert shook his head.

“I ‘spose.” Punch said.

“Want me to bring it to him?” Marjani asked.

“Sure,” Punch nodded. “Maybe she changed her mind and is ready to leave Iolanthe. I hate to think I didn’t do everything I should have to help the poor wretch. A promise is a promise, even if it is made to a witch.”

Marjani took the letter and smiled at Punch and Robert. “You two best get some sleep.”

“Shortly,” Robert nodded.

“Want I should bring you up some warm milk and brandy?” Marjani asked.

“Please,” Punch said happily.

“I’ll be back in a clock’s tick.” Marjani winked.

Robert and Punch silently settled in front of the parlor fire and Punch felt his eyes begin to grow heavy. He wasn’t sure how long Marjani had been gone, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw Marjani run into the room.

“He’s gone, isn’t he?” Punch grumbled.

Marjani nodded, “Yes.”



Did you miss Chapters 1-326? If so, you can read them here.