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[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac is sitting on the porch railing, with an arm wound around one of the supports, looking out toward the lake and the distant woods, a little wistfully.

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[slythelegance]

And, there's a Pansy, looking bored, of course, because nothing seems to interest her for very long and no one really wants to talk to Pansy, anyway. She's heading back towards the Mansion after a long walk.

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac smiles a little, focusing. "Afternoon, mam'selle."

[slythelegance]

She quirks an eyebrow. "Afternoon."

[all_that_grace]

A quick, bright smile. "I shan't venture a judgment on it yet."

[sixpearls]

Mary has finally been permitted, with a great many conditions, to go back to the Mansion and her rooms there; and that is what she is doing, walking along the lawn towards the building in her pink day-dress, which was kindly laundered for her by somebody, probably Winky.

She looks healthy and well again after all the care taken. She looks like any nice Englishwoman in the world.

[all_that_grace]

"Good afternoon," he says easily.

[sixpearls]

"Good afternoon," she says, smiling warmly.

[all_that_grace]

"Enjoying the weather?"

That Courfey, what a wit.

[twice_tainted]

"Are you homesick, sir?" she asks quietly, coming to join him on the porch.

[all_that_grace]

He looks over at her curiously, and then away again. "Oh, a bit."

[twice_tainted]

She nods. "I understand." A short pause. "I'm Helen Rossi. I didn't know if you remembered - we met in the dark, last time."

[all_that_grace]

"--Oh." Courfeyrac glances up again, studying her keenly. "Yes, of course. I remember." A little grin. "How good to see you at last."

[morgansorceress]

*Morgan wanders out onto the porch and occupies herself with leaning against the railing, rather close to where Courfeyrac happens to be sitting* What are you remembering?

[all_that_grace]

Courfeyrac looks up in startlement, and laughs a little. "Oh-- nothing very much."

[morgansorceress]

*Morgan smiles. She likes startling people. It's one of those random childish traits of hers.* It must be something. You had that distant look people get when the past is briefly more important to them than the present.

[all_that_grace]

"Friends of mine," he says, looking back at the lawn. "That's all."

[madame_tourvel]

*Madame de Tourvel is looking for a place to sit when she happens upon Courfeyrac on the porch. For a brief moment she is startled to see someone there, but she quickly recovers herself and asks, politely* I do hope I'm not intruding upon you?

[all_that_grace]

He turns quickly, barely keeping his balance. "Oh! No, no, not at all. Public place," and flashes a smile.

[madame_tourvel]

*She starts forward in worry at seeing him nearly lose his balance* Oh, you must be careful, sitting in such a precarious position! I certainly wouldn't want you to fall on my account! *she smiles back, slightly tentatively* Even if it is a public place, I do think we ought to make our introductions before I cause you to fall again. *pause* I'm Madame de Tourvel.

[all_that_grace]

"No, no, I'm perfectly safe." Cocky bastard. "Aimery Courfeyrac. Delighted to make your acquaintance, Madame."