Rerun: Steele of the Day #93
"This way, your lordship," Mickeline tells Steele, who holds his arm out for Laura to take as he turns to follow the little man.
Mickeline shows them into a huge master bedroom with a raised canopy bed. "The master bedroom," he informs them.
"Very nice," Laura notes.
"Yes," Steele agrees, eyeing the bed. "Very nice indeed."
"It's a bit chilly in here," Laura tells Mickeline.
"I'll look after it right away," he promises. "Is there anything else you need?" he asks.
"No," Steele says quickly. "Not at the moment, Mickeline. Thank you very much," he says, ushering the man to the door.
"Uh, you'll be sure t'let me know, now, won't you?"
"Oh, you have my solemn oath," Steele promises, and closes the door. "You know, Laura, this place is beginning to grow on me. I don't think we should be so anxious to sell. I mean, after all, a man's castle is his home."
"It does have a definite romantic charm," Laura tells him, moving toward the bed.
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" he asks, tossing his jacket onto the bed as he follows her. "Speaking of romantic charm, if my memory serves me well, we still have some unfinished business to attend to," he tells her, watching in anticipation as she removes her coat and sits close to him on the end of the bed.
"And what would you be hankerin' after, you swift talkin' American?" she asks with an Irish accent.
"A-magical moment, captured in a - worthy setting," he tells her as they lay back on the bed, kissing.
There's a knock on the door, and he looks up, and then pats her leg. "Don't lose the mood," then goes to the door and opens it.
An unshaven, rough looking man removes his cap and smiles. "Liam O'Malley, your lordship. Senior steam engineer."
"Steam engineer," Steele repeats, obviously wanting to get back to Laura.
"Sounds a little bit grander than furnace man," Liam explains. "Mickeline O'Flynn was tellin' me it's heat you'd be needin'?"
"Uh, yes," Steele agrees. "It's a bit nippy in here."
"Yes, well, I'd be glad t'stoke up the furnace, your lordship, if you'd just- attend t'this little heating bill." He holds out a slip of paper.
Steele smiles. "Oh, yes, absolutely." He opens it and frowns, seeing that it's marked overdue and is in the amount of 98,000 pounds. He whispers to Liam, "Ninety-eight thousand pounds?"
"Yeah, well, there's a lotta rooms in the castle, your lordship."
Steele folds the paper and pulls a coin out of his pocket. "Yes, well, I'm sure there are, my good man. Here you go. There you go."
"Oh, fifty p," Liam says, smiling.
"Yes, consider it a down payment," Steele says. "There you go." He closes the door and starts back to Laura, glancing at the bill in disbelief. Putting it away, he sits down again.
"Trouble in the boiler room?" she asks.
"Yes, well, I've always liked a brisk castle," he tells her, pulling her into his arms again.
"Well, I suppose we could generate our own heat," Laura suggests.
"Yes," he agrees. "Where were we now?" They kiss again and barely lay down before there's another knock.
"That's where we were," Laura sighs, sounding frustrated.
Steele gets up again and slides across the wood floor to the door. "Brian O'Casey, Chief butler, Supervising steward, Senior chamberlain," the man who's there tells him.
"Congratulations," Steele says.
"The chef has prepared a small repast," he tells Steele, "which awaits your lordship's pleasure in the main dining room."
Steele looks at Laura, who's sitting on the platform. "What the hell," she says. "Let's eat." She leads the way out of the room.
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Mickeline shows them into a huge master bedroom with a raised canopy bed. "The master bedroom," he informs them.
"Very nice," Laura notes.
"Yes," Steele agrees, eyeing the bed. "Very nice indeed."
"It's a bit chilly in here," Laura tells Mickeline.
"I'll look after it right away," he promises. "Is there anything else you need?" he asks.
"No," Steele says quickly. "Not at the moment, Mickeline. Thank you very much," he says, ushering the man to the door.
"Uh, you'll be sure t'let me know, now, won't you?"
"Oh, you have my solemn oath," Steele promises, and closes the door. "You know, Laura, this place is beginning to grow on me. I don't think we should be so anxious to sell. I mean, after all, a man's castle is his home."
"It does have a definite romantic charm," Laura tells him, moving toward the bed.
"Yes, it does, doesn't it?" he asks, tossing his jacket onto the bed as he follows her. "Speaking of romantic charm, if my memory serves me well, we still have some unfinished business to attend to," he tells her, watching in anticipation as she removes her coat and sits close to him on the end of the bed.
"And what would you be hankerin' after, you swift talkin' American?" she asks with an Irish accent.
"A-magical moment, captured in a - worthy setting," he tells her as they lay back on the bed, kissing.
There's a knock on the door, and he looks up, and then pats her leg. "Don't lose the mood," then goes to the door and opens it.
An unshaven, rough looking man removes his cap and smiles. "Liam O'Malley, your lordship. Senior steam engineer."
"Steam engineer," Steele repeats, obviously wanting to get back to Laura.
"Sounds a little bit grander than furnace man," Liam explains. "Mickeline O'Flynn was tellin' me it's heat you'd be needin'?"
"Uh, yes," Steele agrees. "It's a bit nippy in here."
"Yes, well, I'd be glad t'stoke up the furnace, your lordship, if you'd just- attend t'this little heating bill." He holds out a slip of paper.
Steele smiles. "Oh, yes, absolutely." He opens it and frowns, seeing that it's marked overdue and is in the amount of 98,000 pounds. He whispers to Liam, "Ninety-eight thousand pounds?"
"Yeah, well, there's a lotta rooms in the castle, your lordship."
Steele folds the paper and pulls a coin out of his pocket. "Yes, well, I'm sure there are, my good man. Here you go. There you go."
"Oh, fifty p," Liam says, smiling.
"Yes, consider it a down payment," Steele says. "There you go." He closes the door and starts back to Laura, glancing at the bill in disbelief. Putting it away, he sits down again.
"Trouble in the boiler room?" she asks.
"Yes, well, I've always liked a brisk castle," he tells her, pulling her into his arms again.
"Well, I suppose we could generate our own heat," Laura suggests.
"Yes," he agrees. "Where were we now?" They kiss again and barely lay down before there's another knock.
"That's where we were," Laura sighs, sounding frustrated.
Steele gets up again and slides across the wood floor to the door. "Brian O'Casey, Chief butler, Supervising steward, Senior chamberlain," the man who's there tells him.
"Congratulations," Steele says.
"The chef has prepared a small repast," he tells Steele, "which awaits your lordship's pleasure in the main dining room."
Steele looks at Laura, who's sitting on the platform. "What the hell," she says. "Let's eat." She leads the way out of the room.
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