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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon (lord_hurst) wrote in toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-06-07 14:54:00

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charles_hurst, plot, tobias_hurst

Breakfast at Bailston
Subject: A discussion at Breakfast, some days after the Hunt
Where: Bailston Abbey
Who: Lord Tobias Hurst
Warnings: none
Open to: Charles Hurst

"The play was very good." Lord Hurst said at breakfast, as one of the servants poured the tea, and Lord Hurst picked up the cup and added sugar and milk. "Very good. I was very proud of you." He added. In truth, it had taken him this last few days to appreciate the play as a piece of Theatre, rather than be too uncomfortable, too aware that some of those actors he knew on a more than intimate basis. He had worried that Charles has deliberately picked Mr Fisher's troupe, trying to embarrass and shame his father in front of his society friends. At first Lord Hurst was sure, sure that Charles' avoidance of him, sure that his son's silence proved he knew about his father's secret acquiescences, but know he knew that wasn't the case. There were not all that many theatre troupes in London that would come all the way to Devon for a single evening, and Mr. Fisher's troupe must have been the only one that agreed. It was as simple as all that.

Now, therefore, he had the courage to discuss the play with Charles, and perhaps another important matter as well. "I didn't believe that you would complete your duties as well as you did. And Miss Abigail was pleased with her poem, I am told. Perhaps it is about time I gave you more responsibilities, Charles."

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lord_hurst
2008-06-11 03:04 pm UTC (link)

"I know that you will. You have never disappointed me, Charles. Although I do sometimes wish you would leave poetry to men without your responsibilities." He said with a sigh and a smile, leaning back in his chair. "But we all must have our distractions, and you seem to be quite the playwright."

He allowed the praise to sink in, and then added, "If you like, you can travel down on Sunday, and begin your reign over the household proper on Monday morning."

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waxingpoetic
2008-06-11 03:13 pm UTC (link)

Praise from his father seemed to have a wonderful way of bolstering Charles's confidence. And he would need every ounce of it if he were really going to do this successfully.

"I promise not to fill the accounting book with rhyming couplets," he said with a grin. "And that sounds perfect. I will have to write to Abigail and let her know where I will be for the summer."

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lord_hurst
2008-06-11 03:20 pm UTC (link)

"Miss Mountford-Miles? I think that would be most agreeable. Perhaps you could invite her to stay with you? After all, I would not want you to become lonely. Or too serious. And you had better not fill that book with poems as I..." He paused again, pulling another book from the draw which had contained the accounts ledger, "have had this bound for you to do your writing in. As a present, you might say."

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waxingpoetic
2008-06-11 03:38 pm UTC (link)

Charles's eyes widened. His father must truly have been impressed with the play, more so than he had been able to hope or imagine.

"For me?" he said, somewhat in disbelief. It was perfect timing as well, considering he had nearly run out of pages in his current notebook. "Mother must have told you I've nearly finished with my other one. Thank you, Father, for everything."

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	lord_hurst 2008-06-19 08:23 am UTC (link)
	Tobias smiled. Rebecca had mentioned, he remembered, but he had not bought his son the notebook on that information. Not knowingly. Still, if Charles was pleased with the gift, that was all that was important. "I thought that you would like a new one. After all, there will be much inspiration in London this summer for you." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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