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|Castle In The Clouds, Chapters Nineteen and Twenty (standard:drama, 3306 words) [10/21] show all parts|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: Jan 07 2010||Views/Reads: 1277/889||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Veronica Day returns to the island, but Thomas Llewellyn is beginning to have his doubts... continuation of my drama set on a North Sea island.|
Chapter Nineteen Llewellyn took the trap to Berwick having left Hambleton to familiarise his new butler, Dawson, with the castle. He was in a state of euphoria; everything was set fair and it was a perfect summer's afternoon, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. His heart pumping like the steam engine soon to pull in, he arrived at the station a full thirty minutes early. As it transpired he had to wait an hour, the train having been delayed by operational difficulties, before finally the sight of grey smoke filled his eyes and clogged his nostrils, and the growing thunder of the locomotive as it ground into the station. And then there she was – the first to alight from the carriages, a treat to his eyes as he stood by the exit, all leggy elegance with her yellow dress swirling in the breeze, the afternoon sunlight enhancing her rich red hair. But his excitement was dampened by the absence of the familiar violin case he had bought for her. Her right hand carried luggage, and that was all. 'My dear Veronica, how wonderful to see you, and as always, looking so lovely.' He strode forward, taking her free hand, pulling her towards him and kissing her cheek. 'Why thank you Thomas, it is nice to be back, I can smell the sea air already.' 'From ten miles in? I doubt that.' As his smile became a frown, he asked, 'Your violin Veronica, surely you haven't left it behind?' 'I feel rather drained as far as my music goes, Thomas; I have trusted it to the care of my brother in Gloucester. A few days without it will not go amiss.' 'But your practicing -' 'I can make it up Thomas,' Veronica said dismissively as Llewellyn guided her through the exit to the trap. He grunted. 'It is simply that I have invited some important guests to stay this weekend, I had envisaged you playing for them -' 'I am sorry, Thomas, I had not realised,' Veronica said tiredly. 'It is not your fault Veronica, I failed to mention it.' Llewellyn leaned his head closer to hers, 'I have other news,' he whispered. 'Then please do enlighten me, Thomas,' Veronica prompted, turning her head towards the countryside. 'I have secured a business transaction.' Llewellyn held his hands high, clapped them joyfully before taking the reins. 'My two guests who will be joining us tomorrow are our passport to ridding the castle of Dorothea's overbearing presence. It is soon to be ours alone.' 'Why Thomas,' Veronica swung to face him, her face brightening as she patted his arm, 'that is marvellous news – but are you certain she will accept?' 'I am offering an additional twenty per cent by way of dividend, given her present frame of mind I doubt that she will refuse.' Veronica nodded, turned away again, staring silently at the rising hills. 'Is something the matter, Veronica, I thought you'd be delighted by my news.' 'Indeed I am Thomas, indeed I am - ' but Veronica Day said nothing further. 'I assume you are returning on Monday?' Llewellyn inquired at length. Click here to read the rest of this story (368 more lines)
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