More work with the red pen today, and only one or two sentences underlined to go back and work on a bit more later. One last snippet of Kate andd Edward before I get round to typing up the next chapter:
"And what's he like, this son of yours?" Kate handed the picture back to Edward. "I can hardly be expected to judge his personality from a photograph."
"He's good at languages." As a Peveril, raised bilingual, and with a Spanish-speaking nanny, that was hardly surprising. "He likes team sports – and swimming. He seems to have made a lot of friends at his school: he stays with some of their families for half-terms." No point in making him sound too obviously like Hugh: don't mention his art just yet. "He likes horses. I've no idea where he gets that from, unless he's a throwback to the old cavalry Peverils."
"I used to ride," Kate said. "And my Uncle Peter bred thoroughbreds near Newmarket." She sipped her wine. "Have you thought what you're going to do with him all summer? You should ask Sarah at the riding school if she can recommend a mount for him."
"It's an idea." Sarah, one of those exuberantly confident hunting-and-showjumping types of uncertain age, though probably older than Linda, intimidated him a little. She seemed to regard Edward as a potential conquest to be tamed – in spite of having met Derek. At least the ladies of Lower Pemberley WI only wanted to feed him and ensure his support in their attempts to beat the Upper Pemberley crowd at the Bakewell Show competitions. "I thought he might like to help out on the farms as well."
He has to be to have survived as long as he has in various dodgy occupations. Not necessarily university-type smart (although his father could have arranged for him to get into Oxford or Cambridge if he'd been so inclined), but good at talking his way into or out of situations in a number of languages.
Edward has thought about how to present this to Kate! Not only does he have to be careful with Kate, he's got his hands full with the local ladies, it's really a clever touch to show how entwined he remains with his background.
Very interesting to see the description and the plans - it sounds like Kate came round enough to be pleased (although I suppose that it not that surprising....)
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"And what's he like, this son of yours?" Kate handed the picture back to Edward. "I can hardly be expected to judge his personality from a photograph."
"He's good at languages." As a Peveril, raised bilingual, and with a Spanish-speaking nanny, that was hardly surprising. "He likes team sports – and swimming. He seems to have made a lot of friends at his school: he stays with some of their families for half-terms." No point in making him sound too obviously like Hugh: don't mention his art just yet. "He likes horses. I've no idea where he gets that from, unless he's a throwback to the old cavalry Peverils."
"I used to ride," Kate said. "And my Uncle Peter bred thoroughbreds near Newmarket." She sipped her wine. "Have you thought what you're going to do with him all summer? You should ask Sarah at the riding school if she can recommend a mount for him."
"It's an idea." Sarah, one of those exuberantly confident hunting-and-showjumping types of uncertain age, though probably older than Linda, intimidated him a little. She seemed to regard Edward as a potential conquest to be tamed – in spite of having met Derek. At least the ladies of Lower Pemberley WI only wanted to feed him and ensure his support in their attempts to beat the Upper Pemberley crowd at the Bakewell Show competitions. "I thought he might like to help out on the farms as well."
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Edward's really working at his community interaction these days.
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The WI types just don't believe Edward knows how to cook, vast quantities of cheese scones notwithstanding.
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Prudently, Edward doesn't suggest aloud that the child might have inherited anything from his mother's side.
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Oh, no, the boy has to be 100% Peveril to make a good impression.
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