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mekachu04Anthoney did admit, abiet privatly, that the Lady Fell was quite lovely to look at. Sitting with the good Mme Tracey in the woman's parlor, she wore a modest dress of someone used to bussling around on foot in the crowded city, but it was no less elegant in the care that had been put into it. her blond curls where tight agsinst her head, leaivng little ringles to bounce at the nape of her neck. she had stormy blue eyes behind her trim reading glasses, and laugh lines etched across her smiling face.
absolutly lovely.
she also seemed comepltely at ease with Shadwell, which was a feat in in of itself, as the man was a crass and rude as a man could be while still claiming to be sober. she didn't bat an eye when he addressed them as harlets on his way though the room to help himself to Mme Tracey's tea, nor did eather woman give him a second glance as he did so. they did turn to him though, as Shadwell indrocuded him as, "this 'er's Crolwey. good man," on his way by.
they made the move to rise, but he waved them off, gestuting to one of the two empty chairs set up before Mme Tracey's card reading table, "May i?"
"Hello, Mr Crowly," Mme Tracy smiled as she gestured for him to join them, "May i inducude a dear friend of mine, Lady Zira Fell nee Messanger. She's in town on buisness."
"anyhtony J Crolwey," he nodded, taking his seat. if hed one so back home, there would be an outcry that he hadn't greated her properly, and he exepected at her home the same would have been true. instead, she smiled kindly at him, looking relieved. A lady tired of the pomp and circumstanse of their lives. Excpected, if she was shaking up with the Madamn.
"It's lovely to meet you Mr. Crowley."
he bit back a quip, opting to return her smile. "And what buisness would bring a Lady to the city without a chaperoen?"
"One that my brother has seen to bar me from for far to long, I'm afraid. He sold off the possetions of my late husband's without culsulting me, and i'm here to get them back."
Well, that was unexpected. But, it was making a bit more sense to why Shadwell had suggested he come along to meet the apperantly schemeing women. he loved a good scheme; "What kind of possestions are we re-procuring?"
"I want my books back. and.. ideally, i want our shop back, but that might involve more legal hoop jumping to mke sure they don't jsut give it to my brohter again like last time."
"no son's to sign it over too?" the smile on the womn's face tighteneed to an ugly thing, and he shut up immediatly.
thankfully Mme tracey smoothed it over with a, "just wasn't in the cards, i'm afraid," as she straightened out the table cloth in front of her. as a professin card reader, the phrase came practiced and smooth from her lips.
"just gotta get married again," shadwell interrupted from the kitchen doorway, sippin ghis drink, "pick a bloke you know won't rob you blind, and buy hte place of private pulsiper. him and that wife of his are sick of the city, you know he'll sell it to you in a heart beat."
"it's tue," MMe Tracey nodded along, "if he and Anenthema could afford two places, he'd give it to you at this point, and just keep his name on it to keep that family of yours from stepping in a seond time." she turned to Crowley, "He's already said she can have anything from the place, just as soon as she has somewhere to keep it. most of the stock never moved since Mr Fell passed on, God bless him, and Newton's only really sold enough to keep the lights one. The two of htem accidentanlied into the property in the first place; they didn't want to own a bookshop - they just needed a place to stay in the city."
"So we just gotta get you married to a pushover," anythony summerized, looking to the Lady Fell for confirmation.
"The Pulsipers have a cottage out in oxfordshire they want to purchase, they'd be willing to sell the shop for the cottage asking price, so... unfortuatly, i can't marry just any pushover." Lady Fell explained, looking uncomrotable with the idea in general.
"pushover with money. and ideal in good health and age, or else we're doing all this over agian in afew years," Shadwell added as he slumping in the empty chair. Mme Tracey gave him a fearce scowl, but it was true.
"A young man of good financial standing, but with a more open attitute to letting his wife form an oppion of her own." Mme tracy reitterated
/Good luck/ Crolwey thought with a groan, slumping back. the hairs on the back of his neck sood on end, and he looked up to realise that the three of them where looking at him intently.
"A good man, who is comfortable in his balchelrhood, perhaps. but would like his family to stop playing matchmaker?" Shadwell muttered into his tea as he pointedly took a sip. Mme Tacy also had a very knowing look on her face. worse. Worse was Lady Fell, who did not loo... happy with the idea, but painfully hopeful. A woman on the verge of making deserate, stupid desition in an attempt to regain her own person hood.
"wot.... me?"
absolutly lovely.
she also seemed comepltely at ease with Shadwell, which was a feat in in of itself, as the man was a crass and rude as a man could be while still claiming to be sober. she didn't bat an eye when he addressed them as harlets on his way though the room to help himself to Mme Tracey's tea, nor did eather woman give him a second glance as he did so. they did turn to him though, as Shadwell indrocuded him as, "this 'er's Crolwey. good man," on his way by.
they made the move to rise, but he waved them off, gestuting to one of the two empty chairs set up before Mme Tracey's card reading table, "May i?"
"Hello, Mr Crowly," Mme Tracy smiled as she gestured for him to join them, "May i inducude a dear friend of mine, Lady Zira Fell nee Messanger. She's in town on buisness."
"anyhtony J Crolwey," he nodded, taking his seat. if hed one so back home, there would be an outcry that he hadn't greated her properly, and he exepected at her home the same would have been true. instead, she smiled kindly at him, looking relieved. A lady tired of the pomp and circumstanse of their lives. Excpected, if she was shaking up with the Madamn.
"It's lovely to meet you Mr. Crowley."
he bit back a quip, opting to return her smile. "And what buisness would bring a Lady to the city without a chaperoen?"
"One that my brother has seen to bar me from for far to long, I'm afraid. He sold off the possetions of my late husband's without culsulting me, and i'm here to get them back."
Well, that was unexpected. But, it was making a bit more sense to why Shadwell had suggested he come along to meet the apperantly schemeing women. he loved a good scheme; "What kind of possestions are we re-procuring?"
"I want my books back. and.. ideally, i want our shop back, but that might involve more legal hoop jumping to mke sure they don't jsut give it to my brohter again like last time."
"no son's to sign it over too?" the smile on the womn's face tighteneed to an ugly thing, and he shut up immediatly.
thankfully Mme tracey smoothed it over with a, "just wasn't in the cards, i'm afraid," as she straightened out the table cloth in front of her. as a professin card reader, the phrase came practiced and smooth from her lips.
"just gotta get married again," shadwell interrupted from the kitchen doorway, sippin ghis drink, "pick a bloke you know won't rob you blind, and buy hte place of private pulsiper. him and that wife of his are sick of the city, you know he'll sell it to you in a heart beat."
"it's tue," MMe Tracey nodded along, "if he and Anenthema could afford two places, he'd give it to you at this point, and just keep his name on it to keep that family of yours from stepping in a seond time." she turned to Crowley, "He's already said she can have anything from the place, just as soon as she has somewhere to keep it. most of the stock never moved since Mr Fell passed on, God bless him, and Newton's only really sold enough to keep the lights one. The two of htem accidentanlied into the property in the first place; they didn't want to own a bookshop - they just needed a place to stay in the city."
"So we just gotta get you married to a pushover," anythony summerized, looking to the Lady Fell for confirmation.
"The Pulsipers have a cottage out in oxfordshire they want to purchase, they'd be willing to sell the shop for the cottage asking price, so... unfortuatly, i can't marry just any pushover." Lady Fell explained, looking uncomrotable with the idea in general.
"pushover with money. and ideal in good health and age, or else we're doing all this over agian in afew years," Shadwell added as he slumping in the empty chair. Mme Tracey gave him a fearce scowl, but it was true.
"A young man of good financial standing, but with a more open attitute to letting his wife form an oppion of her own." Mme tracy reitterated
/Good luck/ Crolwey thought with a groan, slumping back. the hairs on the back of his neck sood on end, and he looked up to realise that the three of them where looking at him intently.
"A good man, who is comfortable in his balchelrhood, perhaps. but would like his family to stop playing matchmaker?" Shadwell muttered into his tea as he pointedly took a sip. Mme Tacy also had a very knowing look on her face. worse. Worse was Lady Fell, who did not loo... happy with the idea, but painfully hopeful. A woman on the verge of making deserate, stupid desition in an attempt to regain her own person hood.
"wot.... me?"
