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"On Meeting An Inquiry Agent" -- Part # 2/?
Here finally is Part #2. I was planning on posting it around Christmas Day, but I did not have Internet at my residence, and wasn't really in the brave mood once I did again. There is a Part #3 that is half-written (I'm going for 2 pages each part), but that may be the last section I finish. My writing mood got dampened by losing my comfy chair for almost a week [adoptive brother's girlfriend sprayed the covering with perfume as a 'joke' (I'm allergic). And with waiting for the Bell-Aliant technician & holidays I didn't get to wash it right away.] & the losing Internet business. It's now been pretty much wiped-out because I saw something that I read as/felt like "Things are better now that Cassius is dead.". It hurt, but it doesn't matter if I get into those feelings--especially not here. But it has made me feel pathetic about writing this, and the drawings, or anything else I have done, and kind of ripped-out the 'permission' feeling I had to do/post stuff. I had wanted to have this backstory as something I'd continue, an ongoing project to get me to work on other things (and get to Robin whom I never have before). I wanted to get out of that annoying 'sentence. sentence. sentence.' thing (I fall into but don't notice while writing) at least. But I feel idiotic & awful about it right now, so I don't know if I'll do anything beyond Part #3 or not. I can't even fathom a timeframe for me to finish/post that part either.
In this part Lorel tells her Uncle Frederick about her evening. And despite being nervous, her & Alfred meet-up as they planned (the meeting is in Part #3).
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It was later than expected when Lorel arrived back at the inn after too long of a farewell; the kind where one person says they had best go, the other agrees, and then they both continue on. Frederick asked her if she had fallen asleep by the fire, because that was the most logical reason he could think of. It was something that had occurred before, especially when she had raided the refreshments & was feeling unsociable. She'd sit down to warm her joints, her stomach full of cakes & punch, and slowly doze off (This problem was also why they had stopped attending church). When she responded that she hadn't, he asked her the reason then as his Lorrie disliked lying. “Mr. Alfred Cassius & “detective!” were what he caught of her response. She was doing what she tends to do when excited, moving up-and-down on her feet with a rocking motion, her hands in the pocket of her coat. Frederick knew whatever had kept her was good, and well, and he gave a soft smile. He tended to see her as his little Lorrie, the small girl he had taken in and used to carry around on his shoulders. Lorel was almost as tall as him now, and taller than Mila. A 17 year-old young woman. He often wondered what Samuel & Emily would have thought of who their daughter had become. Sam would be proud she had his hair, he was almost certain of that. He thinks his brother would make jokes that at least Lorel got her mother's looks--even though Lorel often gave his same expressions. At first Frederick had kept hope that Samuel had survived the shipwreck, but Emily never did (a less desirable trait Lorel inherited). She was a very pragmatic, if sentimental woman, and one that is still very missed. She was a good match for Sam, and though she never met him, and only had her mother for a short time, Frederick sees both of them in Lorel. And at times that makes him melancholy, but more often it makes him smile. This fidgeting was all her own though. He ruffles her hair & tries asking again. When he gets around the same response, he laughs then leads her to the inn's kitchen to order some tea. This must be something very good, and well indeed.
After she had sat down, letting the cup warm into her fingers, inhaling the tea's steam, she finally snorted and told her uncle of her evening. Very good, and very well. He knew she was often lonely, what personal interactions she does attempt regularly not lasting because of moving around, or his poor niece's trouble letting people in close. He blames himself for both, having let her deal with the awful school system most of her younger years, and taking her with him for work once she'd gotten older. Still travelling was at least better than feeling like he had left her in their village. Even though dear Mila & Lorel were extremely close, it seemed awful to make her stay in a small village without much stimulation. She had learned the Lumbry family business quickly, and she had a better insight to clients than he did. He thought of her not being his heir ridiculous, and got far angrier than he should when people would dismiss the status he gave his niece. Even thinking on it made the pit of his stomach flop, as he looked over at the young lady smiling into her milk tea; How could someone thing she was 'less than'? He was glad that she had seemed to have a nice evening. He ventured to ask her more about this 'Mr. Cassius' and was surprised to find that he was only around a year older than Lorrie. He had expected she had met an older gentlemanly sort, which were one of the few types she could converse with if they didn't seem bothered that she was a woman. Lorel was rather patriotic (but did not see war as glorious), and though a great deal of the population considered Queen Victoria a traitor for trading all of London for Albert, Lorel was still loyal to her. Another of Emily's traits. Lorel had been born not long after London had been pulled under, and yet that woman still chose to give her daughter “a name of the empire”. Frederick rarely called Lorel by her forename however, and luckily Lorrie seemed to find 'Sabitha' just as silly. Samuel was a merchant captain, true, but he had never even been to India! Still Emily had named her daughter 'Sabitha' to honour her late-husband. Lorel rarely made stable friendships with children-people-her own age. And this Mr. Cassius was also often travelling, so it was very likely that they could meet up often. This was a very good sign that this might lead to a lasting association, but Frederick knew the girl probablt had already thought this herself, so he decided not to say anything. Lorel did not like to put much blind faith in anything without further facts or experiences, and one several hour conversation with a gentleman that also travelled a lot did not completely mean they could continue a strong friendship. She had that wavering look on her face though (lips pursed, eyes downcast), so he knew that she was hoping, and then fighting with herself for doing so, and then scolding herself for not being happy with how things were. Years of children pretending to be her friends just to mock her, and pragmatism making her worried about how to proceed, and a bit of fear that she shouldn't. Knowing that she was close to withdrawing into her thoughts, Frederick decided to try changing the subject. He knew she was still very excited, and he wanted her to stay that way. He hoped to get her off to bed before her doubts infringed on her happiness. Already he could see her eyes glazing over with the day catching-up, the slacker way she was starting to hold her cup, so a different topic and then she should be able to drop right off to sleep. “S'how...Do you plan to join me tomorrow?” But the conversation went back to Mr. Cassius, this time the good fact that she would have to decline that client meeting because him & Lorrie had made plans for lunch. This plan was a good fact that Lorel could hold onto; he wouldn't have made plans if he didn't enjoy the evening as much as she did. And he had given her his temporary lodging address, which she could confirm, so this was something to snap her out of worries. She could find him by his business or where he was staying if he did not show-up outside of the building of that night's gathering. So Lorel was more cheerful again and the next subject of the client Uncle Frederick was dealing with was welcomed. Business seemed to be going well, and after another meeting Frederick expected that he'd be allowed to inspect what transports & stock he was getting involved with. Though Frederick was the head of his business, him & his heir both had been wanting to add more greenhouses to the operations. If things went as planned, this could lead to a site, but the client was not quite receptive to a West Country merchant. They both avoided mentioning that aspect however, as it left a bitter taste in both of their mouths.
Lorel went easily to sleep that night, after another quickly drunk cup of tea. She did not dream anything lasting, but her good mood made her rest peaceful, and uninterrupted. The peace was so deep that she slept in late, and Frederick had to request on of the inn's staff to wake her. He was torn between wanting to let her rest, and not wanting her to miss this meeting with that Mr. Cassius. She got dressed quickly, and after consulting the time decided to just have tea to sustain her before the next meal. She had been trying to gain weight, but she did not want to ruin the appetite she managed to have with her nerves. Frederick took her hand & ruffled her hair before she left to reassure her. Most women would be furious at someone distressing their hairstyles, but though Lorel often made a face he knew she was glad for the familiar contact. They both knew that he could never fully be her father when he remembered his brother so well, just as Mila wasn't fully her mother because Lorel remembered Emily, but that was the best place that their familial relationship fit, and they enjoyed that comfort. She made a snorting noise out of her nose, smiled, and hurried-off.
Alfred Cassius was leaning against the door frame of the community hall, trying to calm his nerves, but also in an attempt to appear dashing if that interesting Miss Lumbry did arrive. He wasn't quiet sure why he was so nervous as he was rather skilled at dealing with people, even more so since taking-up his vocation. Still his eyes got very wide when he saw her round the corner, and up the drive. She had most of her red hair down today, in a way that mostly only young children would, but it seemed to suit her and was a brilliant shade in the sunlight. She had worn a more practical dress in a slate blue, and the same even more practical boots. He was wearing a heavy linen suit in a colour that was closer to hessian than anything. He had really tried to settle his hair down, but as he was waiting he could feel pieces of it springing out from where he had wet & combed it. Alfred waited until she greeted him until he strode up with a grin. The bother were nervous at first with various stop and starts of 'ahh' & 'um', but once they got into talking it was just as if they had merely paused their previous conversation. There was nothing to be nervous about after all.
EDIT---
Part #1 → { http://ladys-rambles.livejournal.com/2013/12/20/ }
In this part Lorel tells her Uncle Frederick about her evening. And despite being nervous, her & Alfred meet-up as they planned (the meeting is in Part #3).
-----
It was later than expected when Lorel arrived back at the inn after too long of a farewell; the kind where one person says they had best go, the other agrees, and then they both continue on. Frederick asked her if she had fallen asleep by the fire, because that was the most logical reason he could think of. It was something that had occurred before, especially when she had raided the refreshments & was feeling unsociable. She'd sit down to warm her joints, her stomach full of cakes & punch, and slowly doze off (This problem was also why they had stopped attending church). When she responded that she hadn't, he asked her the reason then as his Lorrie disliked lying. “Mr. Alfred Cassius & “detective!” were what he caught of her response. She was doing what she tends to do when excited, moving up-and-down on her feet with a rocking motion, her hands in the pocket of her coat. Frederick knew whatever had kept her was good, and well, and he gave a soft smile. He tended to see her as his little Lorrie, the small girl he had taken in and used to carry around on his shoulders. Lorel was almost as tall as him now, and taller than Mila. A 17 year-old young woman. He often wondered what Samuel & Emily would have thought of who their daughter had become. Sam would be proud she had his hair, he was almost certain of that. He thinks his brother would make jokes that at least Lorel got her mother's looks--even though Lorel often gave his same expressions. At first Frederick had kept hope that Samuel had survived the shipwreck, but Emily never did (a less desirable trait Lorel inherited). She was a very pragmatic, if sentimental woman, and one that is still very missed. She was a good match for Sam, and though she never met him, and only had her mother for a short time, Frederick sees both of them in Lorel. And at times that makes him melancholy, but more often it makes him smile. This fidgeting was all her own though. He ruffles her hair & tries asking again. When he gets around the same response, he laughs then leads her to the inn's kitchen to order some tea. This must be something very good, and well indeed.
After she had sat down, letting the cup warm into her fingers, inhaling the tea's steam, she finally snorted and told her uncle of her evening. Very good, and very well. He knew she was often lonely, what personal interactions she does attempt regularly not lasting because of moving around, or his poor niece's trouble letting people in close. He blames himself for both, having let her deal with the awful school system most of her younger years, and taking her with him for work once she'd gotten older. Still travelling was at least better than feeling like he had left her in their village. Even though dear Mila & Lorel were extremely close, it seemed awful to make her stay in a small village without much stimulation. She had learned the Lumbry family business quickly, and she had a better insight to clients than he did. He thought of her not being his heir ridiculous, and got far angrier than he should when people would dismiss the status he gave his niece. Even thinking on it made the pit of his stomach flop, as he looked over at the young lady smiling into her milk tea; How could someone thing she was 'less than'? He was glad that she had seemed to have a nice evening. He ventured to ask her more about this 'Mr. Cassius' and was surprised to find that he was only around a year older than Lorrie. He had expected she had met an older gentlemanly sort, which were one of the few types she could converse with if they didn't seem bothered that she was a woman. Lorel was rather patriotic (but did not see war as glorious), and though a great deal of the population considered Queen Victoria a traitor for trading all of London for Albert, Lorel was still loyal to her. Another of Emily's traits. Lorel had been born not long after London had been pulled under, and yet that woman still chose to give her daughter “a name of the empire”. Frederick rarely called Lorel by her forename however, and luckily Lorrie seemed to find 'Sabitha' just as silly. Samuel was a merchant captain, true, but he had never even been to India! Still Emily had named her daughter 'Sabitha' to honour her late-husband. Lorel rarely made stable friendships with children-people-her own age. And this Mr. Cassius was also often travelling, so it was very likely that they could meet up often. This was a very good sign that this might lead to a lasting association, but Frederick knew the girl probablt had already thought this herself, so he decided not to say anything. Lorel did not like to put much blind faith in anything without further facts or experiences, and one several hour conversation with a gentleman that also travelled a lot did not completely mean they could continue a strong friendship. She had that wavering look on her face though (lips pursed, eyes downcast), so he knew that she was hoping, and then fighting with herself for doing so, and then scolding herself for not being happy with how things were. Years of children pretending to be her friends just to mock her, and pragmatism making her worried about how to proceed, and a bit of fear that she shouldn't. Knowing that she was close to withdrawing into her thoughts, Frederick decided to try changing the subject. He knew she was still very excited, and he wanted her to stay that way. He hoped to get her off to bed before her doubts infringed on her happiness. Already he could see her eyes glazing over with the day catching-up, the slacker way she was starting to hold her cup, so a different topic and then she should be able to drop right off to sleep. “S'how...Do you plan to join me tomorrow?” But the conversation went back to Mr. Cassius, this time the good fact that she would have to decline that client meeting because him & Lorrie had made plans for lunch. This plan was a good fact that Lorel could hold onto; he wouldn't have made plans if he didn't enjoy the evening as much as she did. And he had given her his temporary lodging address, which she could confirm, so this was something to snap her out of worries. She could find him by his business or where he was staying if he did not show-up outside of the building of that night's gathering. So Lorel was more cheerful again and the next subject of the client Uncle Frederick was dealing with was welcomed. Business seemed to be going well, and after another meeting Frederick expected that he'd be allowed to inspect what transports & stock he was getting involved with. Though Frederick was the head of his business, him & his heir both had been wanting to add more greenhouses to the operations. If things went as planned, this could lead to a site, but the client was not quite receptive to a West Country merchant. They both avoided mentioning that aspect however, as it left a bitter taste in both of their mouths.
Lorel went easily to sleep that night, after another quickly drunk cup of tea. She did not dream anything lasting, but her good mood made her rest peaceful, and uninterrupted. The peace was so deep that she slept in late, and Frederick had to request on of the inn's staff to wake her. He was torn between wanting to let her rest, and not wanting her to miss this meeting with that Mr. Cassius. She got dressed quickly, and after consulting the time decided to just have tea to sustain her before the next meal. She had been trying to gain weight, but she did not want to ruin the appetite she managed to have with her nerves. Frederick took her hand & ruffled her hair before she left to reassure her. Most women would be furious at someone distressing their hairstyles, but though Lorel often made a face he knew she was glad for the familiar contact. They both knew that he could never fully be her father when he remembered his brother so well, just as Mila wasn't fully her mother because Lorel remembered Emily, but that was the best place that their familial relationship fit, and they enjoyed that comfort. She made a snorting noise out of her nose, smiled, and hurried-off.
Alfred Cassius was leaning against the door frame of the community hall, trying to calm his nerves, but also in an attempt to appear dashing if that interesting Miss Lumbry did arrive. He wasn't quiet sure why he was so nervous as he was rather skilled at dealing with people, even more so since taking-up his vocation. Still his eyes got very wide when he saw her round the corner, and up the drive. She had most of her red hair down today, in a way that mostly only young children would, but it seemed to suit her and was a brilliant shade in the sunlight. She had worn a more practical dress in a slate blue, and the same even more practical boots. He was wearing a heavy linen suit in a colour that was closer to hessian than anything. He had really tried to settle his hair down, but as he was waiting he could feel pieces of it springing out from where he had wet & combed it. Alfred waited until she greeted him until he strode up with a grin. The bother were nervous at first with various stop and starts of 'ahh' & 'um', but once they got into talking it was just as if they had merely paused their previous conversation. There was nothing to be nervous about after all.
EDIT---
Part #1 → { http://ladys-rambles.livejournal.com/2013/12/20/ }