|Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon (lord_hurst) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-05-31 13:21:00
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Lord Hurst's Hunt; The Evening's Entertainment
Subject: Lord Hurst's Hunting Party; The Evening’s Entertainment
Where: Bailston Abbey, The Ball Room
Who: Lord Tobias Hurst
Open to: All
Lord Hurst hadn’t expected the day to exhaust him so greatly- a morning of hunting and shooting was hardly exerting, after all, but as he and those guests remaining over night settled down to dinner, he suddenly realised that he was near exhausted. Perhaps it was not merely the physical activity, but of entertaining so many young people and having to keep up with them. At least Charles was here and, to some degree, taking up his duties. The play would be preformed before bedtime, and he was, surprisingly, looking forwards to it. His son was no Shakespeare, he knew that, but he could not help but feel that Charles might just impress their guests.
Now dinner was over, the plates cleared away, and the dining room as full of cigar smoke and the smell of good Port. Many of the young men had abandoned the talk of politics now, however, and had moved into the Ball room to join the women folk, and Hurst could hear the quartet begin yet another fast-tempo’d dance.
“If you would excuse me, gentlemen. I promised Lady Hurst at least one dance.” He said, as he got up from his chair and made his way into the room, glancing around the room at the swirling couples. He could help but notice, however, that there already seemed to be one or two guests that had gone off to bed early.</div>