Another Wednesday and another hook
Hump Day Hook is a weekly event where a bunch of authors post excerpts of their own work then whizz around from blog to blog reading and being nice about other people’s
I’m posting bits of a very old story that’s a little bit Georgette Heyer and a little bit Barbara Cartland and a teensy bit Mad Magazine.
This is the beginning of chapter 2, and a change of POV. In fact more than one. At that point in my writing experience I’d never heard of POV or that it was preferable to stick to just one at a time so please excuse the 3rd person omni.
The April sun was bright, but a chill wind with a hint of showers prompted Lady Cicely Stanton-Rivers to walk more briskly along the pavement and up the steps to her front door. As she set her neatly shod foot upon the top step, the door swung open and she swept through the porch and into the hall, her maid bustling at her heels.
“Did you enjoy your walk, my lady?” asked the butler, a tray piled high with envelopes in his hands.
“Well enough, Tench,” Lady Cicely replied. “The weather is uncommonly fine for the season. Are all those for me?”
“Yes, my lady. Shall I have some tea carried up to the morning room?”
Cicely thanked him and began to sort through the envelopes and packets as she climbed the sweeping marble staircase. As she glanced at the last of them she gave a little sigh, then passed out of sight.
“If a lady as fine and kind as our Lady Cicely was hanging on my every word,” the younger of the two footmen commented to his fellow, “you’d not catch me running off with some fat draper’s widow, no matter how well-heeled she was.”
Tench turned upon him, brows raised loftily. “Thank you for that information, young Horace,” he said. “I’ll be sure to pass it on.” Then he departed for his domain below stairs leaving Horace in no way discomfited, for he had long since learned that Tench’s bark was far worse than his bite.
This is, of course, a transparent ploy to put off telling you what Aubrey got up to. *smug face*