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[suziedetournay]

Oh, I'm so glad. Marlene said today that I'd be allowed out of my room, so we took a lovely little walk around the garden, even if I did have to lean quite heavily on her, but she said it was alright. I still felt bad, though

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Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, not Squishy, really...

[anonymous]

Sir Andrew the Anonymous:

*raps gently on the door* *calls out softly* Hello?

[suziedetournay]

*opens eyes and looks to the door* Oui? *sees Andrew in the doorway, and wonders why he looks so familiar, until she remembers the figurine* Mon dieu...

[anonymous]

*smiles hesitantly, not quite entering, but hovering worriedly and anxiously at the door* Good morning. I - I am sorry to burst in on you like this, but I couldn't wait any longer to see if you were... ...I've been away, on - on business, I'm afraid, but as soon as I returned and heard of... are you quite all right?

[suziedetournay]

*somewhat surprised by his behaviour* Oui, Monsieur, I am on the mend, and I thank you very much for your concern, but...have we met?

[anonymous]

*stares at her, silent for a long, long moment, stricken by her words* *murmurs, to himself* They said she had... but I did not expect -- oh, Lord! *slowly, and this time addressing Suzie* We have. Forgive me, mademoiselle, I had forgotten that your....illness has affected your memory; though I was told, it seems I am guilty, as well, of not remembering, though with less cause. *bites his lip* We have, indeed, met, mademoiselle. I am Sir Andrew Ffoulkes.

[suziedetournay]

You are the Sir Andrew of whom Armand spoke, then? Forgive me terribly for not remembering what you did for myself and my family, for Armand tells me it was most noble, but it must have been a long time ago. *smile* I am most pleased to meet you, though, Monsieur. My name is Suzanne, though you seem to already know that. Although you may be mistaken, for I do not think that my memory has been harmed.

[anonymous]

I suppose I am, indeed, for I cannot think of any other Sir Andrew he might have been referring to. I'm the only one I know of, at any rate... forgive me, I'm babbling. *sighs, very very slightly*

It was nothing, truly, mademoiselle. It is no more than any Englishman, any gentleman, ought to do in the circumstances. *pauses* Forgive me for disagreeing with you, mademoiselle, but I must say that either your memory has been affected, or mine added to, for I know you, I know you and I have met - on more than one occasion. *wistfully* I had rather thought we were on our way to a sort of friendship, in fact, mademoiselle... Though it seems churlish to insist upon such a thing to a lady who recalls nothing of it.

[suziedetournay]

*quietly, seeing his fervour* Perhaps I was wrong, after all, Monsieur. Please forgive me. I didn't even consider such a thing might be so. I'll have to seek Armand's forgiveness as well, for refusing to believe him like that. I was stubborn.

But if we had a friendship in the past, I would be more than willing to renew it. I could not continue it from where it was, since I have no memory of you, but a new friendship, perhaps? *smile* And please, call me Suzie, if we're to be friends.

Typist: And just so you know, I took Suzie from before they were married, but when they were definitely very close.

[anonymous]

*faintly relieved, but still faintly wistful, smile* Suzie, then. Dear Suzie... if I may be so bold as to address you like that when we, it seems, have barely met, eh? *laughs - almost* *and finally, -finally-, enters the room* A new friendship, then - a grand idea. I suppose I ought to introduce myself more properly, then. Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, as always at your service, mademoiselle. *bows*

Typist: Good to know - thanks. :) Attribute his mention of being "on our way to a sort of friendship" to a reluctance to say "we were in love!" to her, then. ;)

[suziedetournay]

*laughs* Monsieur, forgive me if I don't curtsy, but my legs would make me topple most ungraciously right now. Still, a pleasure to meet you. *pauses pensively* Would you care to walk, Monsieur? You would have to help me somewhat, for as I said, I am still weak, but the gardens are so nice.

Typist: Sounds about right for Andrew anyway :)

[anonymous]

*sincerely* I should like nothing better, mademoiselle. *offers his arm to her, helping her - out of bed?*

[suziedetournay]

*smiles warmly at Andrew and lets him help her up, then finds a coat and shoes before letting him lead her down the hall* I suppose you would know the grounds here, but have you seen the flowerbed at the north end of the house? That's my favourite spot.

And you really need only call me Suzie *warm smile*

[anonymous]

*returns her smile with one of his own, earnest and relieved and glad and somewhat awkwardly, shyly, clumsily adoring* I don't believe I have. I should be delighted to have you show me - Suzie. Anything you favour must be quite something, indeed.

[suziedetournay]

*blushes very red, because he's so very very sweet!* Oh, it really isn't all that wonderful. Really. It's just a little garden Margot and I have been planting and tending ever since I first came to England. But it's sunny and pleasant. Oh! We're at the stairs. This might be slightly trickier....

[anonymous]

The stairs - indeed. *looks down them, then glances at Suzie* Perhaps... I could, if you would allow me, carry you. You're - forgive me, but you're such a small thing, it would be simplicity itself, and you would not tire yourself with trying to manage the steps. If I may?

[suziedetournay]

*beams up at him* Oh, you are kind, Monsieur. Just so long as it wouldn't be tiring for you.