A Trip to the Opera

[modern_morpheus]

Typist: Since, you know, he's only been promising to take her since August, or something like that...to be carried on at the typist's convenience.

*Seward is as dressed up as he ever gets, and actually looks like he may have run a comb through his hair, and possibly slept sometime in the past few days. Still, he fidgets nervously with his tie,

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[ladywotton]

*Victoria smiles as she steps from her carriage-- it's not raining, but she prefers not to travel on foot. Her dress is long and looks new, though perhaps it's simply an old dress that she hasn't had a chance to wear in a while, one that has not yet fallen out of style. When she sees Seward, she touches her hair (it's curled tonight, so that it falls in ringlets at her neck), touches her collar, her cuffs, more a nervous habit than anything else.*

[modern_morpheus]

*Seward quickly tucks away his handkerchief, despite it still being tied in a knot, and goes to greet her with a kiss on the hand*

Victoria, you look absolutely beautiful. I'll have to keep my eyes open to make sure no dashing younger man comes and steals you away. *offers his arm*

[ladywotton]

*takes his arm immediately, with a fond little laugh* Well, then you must promise not to fall asleep, mustn't you, dear? If you fall asleep, who knows who I might leave with.

[modern_morpheus]

*laughs with her* Fall asleep? Never. Not when I'm sure you've come up with all sorts of lovely things to talk about through the entire performance.

[ladywotton]

*aaand it's probably quite obvious that this was the absolutely perfect thing for him to say-- she giggles, a bit more shrilly than usual, as she's excited* Oh, yes. It's the most important thing about attending the opera. Otherwise, one would simply have to just watch, and how dreadfully boring is that?

[modern_morpheus]

Oh, entirely too dull. *presumably by this point has ushered her to their seats so they can commence aforementioned talking* To be quite honest, I have never been able to sit and watch an entire opera all the way through.

[ladywotton]

*sits, leaning into him and smile* Oh, no? They are dreadful, aren't they, when one does not have the proper company. Fortunately, dear, tonight we are assured of that.

[modern_morpheus]

*clasps her hand in his* A dreadful opera, or proper company? You must be more specific, love, else I'll have to assume both.

[ladywotton]

*a shrill laugh* Proper company, of course! I haven't seen the opera, have I, to know if it is dreadful?

[modern_morpheus]

I always assume that the opera will be either dreadfully performed, or just downright boring, which probably explains why I've never sat through one. Oh, dear me, I'm starting to sound like Lord Henry. What a dreadfully unnerving thought.

[ladywotton]

*with a smile* I couldn't imagine you sounding like Harry, dear.

[modern_morpheus]

*peering at the program* Four acts. Almost as bad as Shakespeare. I don't suppose anyone's ever considered serving patrons of the opera supper while they watch. Then again, that might upset the digestion.

*talks a lot about nothing when he's nervous, if you hadn't figured that out*

[ladywotton]

Why, then I couldn't offer you a hot supper as consolation once you've sat through all four acts...! *--she's always nervous, but it's obvious in the way her fingers drum flutter at the pair of opera glasses she holds* We'll just wake the help when we're through.

[modern_morpheus]

Oh, I wouldn't want to impose or anything. After all, it will be terribly late when we get home. *slight laugh* When I was still running the asylum, I used to always have to remind my assisstants not to wait up for me if I was out late. It made the inmates nervous.

[ladywotton]

It'll be no trouble at all, I assure you. *giggle* I haven't any inmates, you see, save for Harry, and I doubt he'll be home before tea tomorrow.

[modern_morpheus]

*chuckles* I think I had best refrain from referring to Lord Wotton as an inmate, however much he may remind me of past patients. If you're quite certain that it won't be too much trouble, then I suppose it's all right.