Post by dot on Jan 15, 2009 21:20:23 GMT 1
The Honeychurchs was well lit, as was the norm, with a warm fire and several oil lamps at different points in the room. The Lady of the house the widow Honeychurch was sat close by the fire with a bundle of papers in her hand. Her posture was perfect as she skimmed over the papers which where old and yellowed. As she sat little emotions showed on her face as she turned from page to page. At one moment she did seem as though she saw something that concerned her but then again that may have just been the flicker of light that danced over her face.
“Wine Harvey,” she said coldly scarcely lifting her head. A man with dark grey specked hair hurried forward a freshly pored goblet of read wine in his hands. ”Thank you Harvey, set the table for one more than usually I suspect we will have a guest for dinner.”
Harvey nodded and went straight to the task he was given bustling away almost silently. This was the reason Lady Honeychurch had hired him. Although he was getting on in years he was quick and efficient and didn’t his job with as little noise as was able. That was something Lady Honeychurch could not stand, unnecessary noise. When her two children had been born she had them refined to the back of the house where she was as far away from there wailing as was possible. To other mothers this would sound horrifying having your babies so far away but this was just the way Dorothy liked it and she would not have any one tell her how to run her life.
“ The good wine on the table please Harvey, from the pantry”
“Wine Harvey,” she said coldly scarcely lifting her head. A man with dark grey specked hair hurried forward a freshly pored goblet of read wine in his hands. ”Thank you Harvey, set the table for one more than usually I suspect we will have a guest for dinner.”
Harvey nodded and went straight to the task he was given bustling away almost silently. This was the reason Lady Honeychurch had hired him. Although he was getting on in years he was quick and efficient and didn’t his job with as little noise as was able. That was something Lady Honeychurch could not stand, unnecessary noise. When her two children had been born she had them refined to the back of the house where she was as far away from there wailing as was possible. To other mothers this would sound horrifying having your babies so far away but this was just the way Dorothy liked it and she would not have any one tell her how to run her life.
“ The good wine on the table please Harvey, from the pantry”