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So yes, as Erin said, things are definately getting spicy!


Lady Morgraves took a sip of tea and continued, "I myself am not very musical, but my dear Simon gets it from his father. The Morgraves have always been a very volatile and creative sort. I don't know how I put up with it sometimes."

At this, the two fine ladies of rank giggled vivaciously. Behind this veil of refined laughter, Lady Desdemona's mind was at work. She saw her opening and quickly but subtly redirected the conversation.

"Surely a nice, steady one must be born once in a while. Among the females, perhaps?"

Lady Morgraves did not bat an eyelash, but she knew Lady Desdemona was alluding to something that her family did not speak of very much except privately and with hushed voices. She was not precisely certain yet why Lady Desdemona decided to touch upon the topic, but she took the bait to see what would traspire.

"No, all the females of the Morgrave clan are from marriage only. My husband's elder brother Edward was of that sort in his youth - but of course, what he is like now, not even my William knows."

While William Morgraves was surly, dark, and introverted as a child, Edward Morgraves was well-mannered, flaxen blond, and quite socially brilliant. Very pragmatic and sensual by nature, he was quite fond of sport and though he went to the finest schools in England, he always received marks good enough to skim the honour roll, but never so good that he could be accused by any of his peers to be "intellectual." He of course joined the millitary upon matriculation and settled comfortably in the Captain's seat, without any intention at all of of ever getting up and climbing any higher. The late Lady Morgraves, who was quite like her son in many respects, and who was the donnor of the double recessive blond alleles that, when combined with the heterozygous hair genes of the late Lord Morgraves, gave Edward that bright-as-a-star look that melted so many hearts, saw in her son a perfect tool for the destiny of the Morgraves name. The Desdemona's owned a neighboring county that was at one time, before the recession of 1757, part of the Morgraves' property. For many generations a reunion of land by marriage had been impossible because Morgrave sperm was notoriously deficient in the double X choromosome sort, and though the Desdemona's enjoyed considerable fecundity in their women, all the "nighttime visitations" in the world could not, for the life of them, produce any girls either. And, well, England was not so progressive as it is today, so the land remained divided. When the late Lady Desdemona (the Lord Desdemona's mother) gave birth to a girl, the whisper of possibility reached a feverish pitch in the minds of the fine ladies of the two houses; china was selected, fabric was secretly measured, and cake appointments were set several years in advance. But of course plans are always disappointed proportional to the length of planning, and this is precisely what happened when Edward came home on leave one day and announced that he was gay. And so that was that, for Edward was too used to striving for what he wanted - and getting it - to bow to any silly conventions (in his experience, people who pedantically followed rules and order did brilliantly in school and then became sectretaries and accountants or, worst of all, dilletants), and so he eloped to France. And this would not have been too bad, if his ex-fiancé could in any way tolerate the younger William Morgraves as a husband, but she couldn't understand what he was talking about half the time (William was fond of lapsing into German from time to time to confuse his relatives and ward off strangers) and besides, she was in love with a man who had quite a considerable property of his own, and so the Desdemona's let her marry as she wished, and the Morgraves were too mortified to be offended.

"Yes," said Lady Desdemona, "What happened in the past was indeed unfortunate, but perhaps things can still be rectified. After all, our Erin is approaching that age."

Lady Morgraves was secretly pleased - in theory - with the proposition that was so clearly being made, but it was, we must be honest, somewhat unpalatable at the moment to see Erin as the bride of her brilliant Simon, despite the heavy dowry she would be bringing. To her coldy calculating eyes, Erin lacked that specialness that would grace the Morgraves table. Still, she did not want to close any doors.

"Yes - and so, it seems, is Simon."

Chapter 4: Two Meetings

The school year at Eton has just ended, and Erin was out in the garden taking a stroll with her longtime friend Kenneth, an absurdly skeletal boy who wore his tophat like a coat-rack, who had just finished his exams and had spent the last hour moaning about his imminant failure, and Pamela, a girl a head taller than Erin, who sometimes wrote parodies of bodice-rippers for her friend's amusement. The flowers were a-bloom, and the cardinals were gracefully ornamenting the trees.

"I don't care how beautiful the day is, it's just a mockery of my sordid state. Why must I bear all this if I myself could my quietus make with a bare bodkin?" moaned Kenneth, who was feeling unusually poetic. "Pamela, my dear friend, if I needed to make a last trip to the apothacary, would you lend me the money?"

"But then how ever would you pay it back?"

"I would leave you something in my will. I am a man of honour, after all. You may have my collection of Slavic literature and three year's worth of Euclidean Geometry notes. It should not be difficult for you to find an academically ambitious, loose-moralled first year to relieve you of the paper burden for a sum of your choice. As for the Checkov, you may peruse that for your own enjoyment."



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(no subject) - breezeblossom - Apr. 9th, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC) - Expand
Apr. 9th, 2006 10:31 pm (UTC)
Re: *applause*
a) Yay! Sharshar is amused!
b) Accounting for inflation....12 pounds/anum if you bag a desperate one (though I don't know how much arsenic costs, so I dunno if Kenny is ripping me off...)
Apr. 10th, 2006 05:10 am (UTC)
You can in fact simply say that Morgrave sperm was notoriously deficient in the X choromosome variety, not double. They're haploid and thus whether they carry an single X or Y will determine the sex of the little Morgraves.

William was fond of lapsing into German from time to time to confuse his relatives and ward off strangers

Apr. 10th, 2006 01:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Picky!
Adam, is that you?

But yeah, I know, know. It's my fault cuz I haven't taken bio in a year (and to be perfectly honest, as you may or may not already know, I didn't exactly apply myself to the fullest when I had the chance).

But read the one next, it's my best one so far!
Apr. 12th, 2006 05:40 am (UTC)
Re: Picky!
pff. adam is that you. come on pams, work with me here.
and holy uncomfortable coincidence, batman! i found this line in my physics lecture notes.
"Kinetic Theory of Gases: The proponent of this theory was Ludwig Boltzmann, who because of it was ridiculed and suffered from long depression." so it wasn't wittgenstein, it was the fact that absolutely no one bought the idea of gases being composed of microscopic particles. in fact, if you squint a bit, the equation for calculating number density looks a bit like "no one loves me" in alternating sub and superscript.
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