Imagine the Devastation....
Carolyne is sitting in a chair opposite Servalle, leaning back, legs crossed at the knee.
Heulwen slips out of the secretary's office with a smug little grin. She looks as if she is trying to decide if she can get around the room without her Uncle noticing her.
Servalle looks up and over at Heulwen, very clearly noticing her. He does not say anything, though.
Carolyne looks up, as well, head cocking to one side, watching the girl as she goes.
Heulwen curtseys briefly to her uncle, then tries to make a straight line to the door. The grin is gone, she now looks as if she expects to be called out on some shortcoming of her own.
Servalle tracks Heulwen's movement by pivoting his head, eyes locked on her and voice silent.
Heulwen's fingers splay briefly over her abdomen as she walks just a touch faster toward that door. She's definately guilty, but her fingers close about the knob as if freedom were so very close and releases the sigh just an instant early of actually escaping the room.
Servalle, perhaps contrary to expectation, lets her leave. "My niece," he comments, "Who unfortunately /does/ take after her mother."
Carolyne says, "Ah. She...is very comely. I expect that's part of the problem."
Servalle says, "Yes. Some scandal or another had her shipped off to my doorstep."
Carolyne says, "Ah." She seems to like that word. "And you have to find something to do with her, or is she merely flirting with your secretary and shouldn't be?"
Servalle says, "They have a history of antagonism."
Carolyne arches both eyebrows. "They're married?"
Servalle's eyes widen in alarm. "Goodness, no. She's his sister. Siblings, you know."
Carolyne blinks. "Oh. Well, then." A pause. "It is good that they're not married."
Servalle says, "I cannot even begin to imagine the devastation."
Heulwen slips out of the secretary's office with a smug little grin. She looks as if she is trying to decide if she can get around the room without her Uncle noticing her.
Servalle looks up and over at Heulwen, very clearly noticing her. He does not say anything, though.
Carolyne looks up, as well, head cocking to one side, watching the girl as she goes.
Heulwen curtseys briefly to her uncle, then tries to make a straight line to the door. The grin is gone, she now looks as if she expects to be called out on some shortcoming of her own.
Servalle tracks Heulwen's movement by pivoting his head, eyes locked on her and voice silent.
Heulwen's fingers splay briefly over her abdomen as she walks just a touch faster toward that door. She's definately guilty, but her fingers close about the knob as if freedom were so very close and releases the sigh just an instant early of actually escaping the room.
Servalle, perhaps contrary to expectation, lets her leave. "My niece," he comments, "Who unfortunately /does/ take after her mother."
Carolyne says, "Ah. She...is very comely. I expect that's part of the problem."
Servalle says, "Yes. Some scandal or another had her shipped off to my doorstep."
Carolyne says, "Ah." She seems to like that word. "And you have to find something to do with her, or is she merely flirting with your secretary and shouldn't be?"
Servalle says, "They have a history of antagonism."
Carolyne arches both eyebrows. "They're married?"
Servalle's eyes widen in alarm. "Goodness, no. She's his sister. Siblings, you know."
Carolyne blinks. "Oh. Well, then." A pause. "It is good that they're not married."
Servalle says, "I cannot even begin to imagine the devastation."