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|Castle In The Clouds, Chapters 3 & 4 (standard:drama, 2074 words) [2/21] show all parts|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: Apr 06 2009||Views/Reads: 1553/893||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A wealthy banker purchases an island castle and encounters a beautiful violinist, the woman of his dreams - or so he thinks. Chapters 3 and 4 of a completed story.|
CHAPTER THREE Llewellyn returned to the castle entrance to find Dorothea emerging from its shadows. 'Well brother, that was a chance encounter, was it not?' 'Will you keep as keen an eye on the household as you do my activities, Dorothea?' Llewellyn pushed past her, embarrassed and annoyed by her snooping he felt her eyes burning the back of his head as he descended the stairs to the lounge. 'Of course I shall, as you well know,' her voice sounded hollow, resounding from the stone walls of the narrow stairway, 'but one cannot fail to notice your interest in the young Miss Day.' Llewellyn loosened his tie; Dorothea's words were as sharp as her voice. 'Miss Day has experienced a troublesome ordeal; she felt the need for a peaceful walk. I merely consoled her and introduced myself.' Dorothea followed him to the lounge window, where he stood, hands thrust into the pockets of his breeches. She stood alongside, drew on her cigarette, gazed across the gardens and fields beyond. 'A peaceful walk perhaps, but I sense there to be another reason for the path she took-' 'Which is?' Llewellyn turned, inhaling her acrid breath. She gave what he termed her cocky smile, dark eyes alive with mischief, 'Do not concern yourself brother, time will tell.' Unprepared to indulge himself in his sister's ambiguities, Llewellyn returned to his study. He longed to re-establish contact with the lovely Miss Day before she left the island, and in so doing, perhaps he could recompense what he deemed her biggest loss. He tugged the gold-threaded cord at the side of his desk and soon acknowledged the presence of his silver haired butler - 'Ah, Hambleton, I wish to avail myself of your infinite London knowledge-' 'Sir?' 'Please close the door Hambleton, I wish our conversation to be private. 'Good, now, -whereabouts in London am I to acquire a classical violin fit for the use of a renowned performer?' 'Sir I do not ' 'No Hambleton,' Llewellyn directed a forefinger at his butler. 'Please do not advise me that you are unaware of the tragic events of last night-' 'No sir, indeed I am not.' Hambleton drew a finger across his lip, 'I was merely going to suggest that you look in the opposite direction for your musical equipment.' Llewellyn shook his head everything of quality derived from the Capital, it was a known fact. 'Sir, if you please might I suggest Edinburgh as an alternative. Transportation of suitable merchandise from the City might prove a lengthy business. By selecting Edinburgh you would not be forfeiting quality and I can arrange delivery of a fine instrument within two days, I have no doubt of that. But I do doubt that Miss Day will be long on this island if you wish to impress her then I suggest Edinburgh sir, a mere seventy miles away London is many times that.' 'I seek not to impress her,' Llewellyn said loudly, then adjusting both his tone and tuxedo, 'you understand I seek to address a great misfortune; spare no expense on my account and do all you can to ensure delivery within two days. Edinburgh it will be.' 'I shall attend to it sir. Click here to read the rest of this story (198 more lines)
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