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Realistic or Modern Suitors at the Abbey

James Woodhouse




James watched as her eyebrow quirked and couldn't help but grin at her pointed pause. It was pretty clear she wasn't buying it, but he played along. "It certainly can be. Not all my clients are as understanding as they could be, you know. The bonds business is a dangerous place!" He wagged his finger playfully.
 
Ryan stood up and began to walk out of the parlor. He turned back then smiled a little, "Excuse me for a bit". The suitor exited the place and nodded at Lowell. The horse looked at Ryan. Ryan felt slightly horrible for not having brought it to a better area, "Desculpe amigo. Não se preocupe, eu vou deixá-lo em um lugar melhor na próxima vez". He mounted the horse and began to ride off, "Vamos! Nós podemos fazer isso! Anda logo! Cinco minutos!" The horse jolted forward to the part of the forest where Ryan saw one of the daughters.
 
Margaret looked toward Lord Ashford, bringing her shoulders up and down into a light exhale. Conversation was key at a time like this, especially so considering Kayla was nowhere to be found and dinner would not be served for some time. She moved in his direction, her low heels resonating against the parlor floor, as she walked. She stopped before him, gazing at him for a moment and then out the window at the front lawn. "I trust that you have been well since the event at the Fountains?" She asked, looking up at him with a gentle smile and trying to break the ice.
 
George looked over at Catherine, "They seem to be getting along well". He smiled then looked at the time to see if he could time Rayver, "Approximately five minutes by galloping horse for a twenty-five minute walk? That should take about 10 minutes with a galloping horse....which he is on. Nevertheless, I shall time him. To and fro? We shall see". George was slightly amused and was able to entertain himself with the timing and math rather than conversing with the younger generation.
 
"I will regret mentioning that, won't i? Me and my big mouth. In any case to answer to your question: I had some good days and bad days, lady Kayla."Richard replied hiding his annoyance for losing himself in some bad memoires behind a kind smile."Seemed the time has been good to you from where i am standing. "
 
Diana laughed softly, returning her gaze to him. "Oh, I'm sure. No question about it. A bondsman in the business of deals must watch his back." She let a moment slip by before coyly adding, "Or so I'm told."


"It would certainly seem that way." Catherine replied, glancing between her two daughters. "I wouldn't get your hopes up just yet, George. You know they wouldn't throw a fuss with us around."
 
Margaret simpered softly to his inquiry about what he let slip, shaking her head and looking at him. "I am sure all is forgiven. It was simply a childish experience that can be easily explained." She replied to dissolve his worries, recalling the time well spent years formerly. "I hope that you undergo more good days than poor ones." She continued in response to his statement, as she was a sympathetic soul whom did not wish bad things on anyone. She smiled softly at the comment of her prosperity, nodding gently and fixing a stray piece of brunette hair that slipped out of her plait. "I believe it has been good to me, thankfully."
 
James Woodhouse




James took a moment to wave goodbye to Mr. Remington as he left to retrieve the middle daughter before Diana spoke again. He could not help but laugh at her words, perhaps more loudly than he should have. It couldn't quite be decided if her pointed wit was meant to prick him or if she was simply being humorous, but she was very amusing. "And do tell me who your excellent contacts are, that you are so informed of the business of bonds and deals! I believe I should seek their council," he joked.
 
Ryan watched the sky grow a little darker as he approached the location Kayla was at. He remeasured the distance in his head "Yes, this should be a twenty-five minute walk and five minute distance by this unique horse and I-...NO! Six minutes is the equivalent with this Portuguese understanding horse! It's okay..I said APPROXIMATELY five minutes anyway". Being in the transportation business ever since he could remember allowed Ryan to exercise his ability to take in approximate lengths and distances then use the numbers in his head to transpose the time or different unit of distance it took to travel it. The suitor finally reached his destination and jumped off of the horse, "Por favor, fique aqui meu bom amigo". Ryan made his way to the location he had seen Kayla at. The scenery was similar to the one he had observed the last time he walked that direction. Only the sky and shadows differed. The tree was still there with Lady Kayla's hair flowing to the side of it. Ryan encircled the tree then saw Kayla where she had been minutes ago. He smiled, "Lady Kayla I suppose? The name's Rayver Remington". The smile faded when the man looked at the ground and bit his lip as he recalled the awkward encounter earlier...well it was awkward for him. He shifted his gaze back to Kayla and continued, "Anyway, I was sent to bring you back home. Shall we?" Ryan stuck his hand out then added, "Your sisters seem to be doing well with the suitors". He smiled a little failing to be able to smile fully as he did a few moments before.


George tilted his head, "What do you mean? What possible "fuss" could they...throw around?" He grew confused then looked at Margaret. Apparently he did not know the "fuss" any of his children were capable of starting aside from his eldest daughter. Lord Montgomery knew she was capable of starting something.
 
"I guess so but at some point, we should meet to get our stories straight. Just in case it comes up."He said jokingly though the idea of a private meet up had its appeal."Still, "good" barely covers, seems like yesterday i was playing with that shy freckled girl. Now parents are plotting to marry us."
 
"I'm informed in far more things than you may give me credit for, Mr. Woodhouse." Diana countered with a slight shrug and brief hint of a grin. Her interest was, in fact, peaked, as well as her curiosity. There was no doubt in her mind that there was more to the current Woodhouse cash flow than simply bonds. She nearly had to remind herself that though she may love to leap at the chance of a new mystery to dig about in, James was still one of the three suitors 'invading' the Abbey for the foreseeable future.





Catherine sighed softly and looked over to George. "You know they aren't thrilled about this whole idea, darling. It just takes one of them to put up a refusal and the other two will follow. Though I must say I agree, they appear to be doing well so far." She nodded towards Diana and James. "Apparently Diana hasn't heard something she doesn't like yet."
 
George responded, "Hm well who do you think would be the first one to refuse?...ah possibly Kayla? No, Diana...but she seems too engaged to refuse. Then Margaret seems too obedient to start the wave of refusal. I say Kayla". It was as if George was placing invisible bets for an imaginary award. He allowed his thoughts to wander as he awaited the return of the other two.
 
Margaret nodded softly and chuckled afterwards, sensing the joking tone in his speech. "I do suppose we should get our stories straight." She responded softly, raising an eyebrow to what that truly implied. Hearing him talk of the once freckled girl she was, the brunette laughed lightly, imagining herself in her youth. "It does seem like yesterday, hmm. I remember you were not quite as tall then. Perhaps that shows how fast time really goes." She suggested.
 
"Maybe its better not to think about, i have cane i don't need more reason to feel old."He suggested before looking out at everyone else in the group. He tone turned more serious when he noted the conversation of the lord and lady." Still, i hope we are not to much of an imposition to you and your sisters. I know the feeling of parental pressure."
 
Kayla turned, "Yes, i guess you have been sent for me. Ugh" She got up and picked up water ship down. "Why must i have to be in the house.." Then she looked at the sun, "Crap, i should have paid more attention to the time." She almost completely ignored Rayver and began to walk through the woods. She turned around, and bowed her head. "Im sorry but this is the quickest way home, if you want to follow then hurry up!" She said as she began a quick paced walk through the forest. Then she turned and waited "Well lets go, i need to be home in time for supper."
 

James Woodhouse




James inclined his head to Diana. "My apologies, lady Diana," he said with a hint of sheepishness, but her smile told him she was not upset. "Of course, I could not presume otherwise! Tell me, my lady, what other things are you informed in?"
 
Ryan quickly made his way to the horse then rode it over to Kayla, "I believe it may be faster if we use this?" He looked at his watch. There were two minutes left. Rayver and Kayla would have to be a minute late...it was fine though.
 
"No thank you, i will walk to my house because im quite capable of getting the in about a minute, this is going to be very rude of me but shut up and ride your horse i invited you along." Then the house cam into view and they turned out of the forest, "DADDY!! Im home." She then ran up the steps and opened the door politely then sat at the table just as supper was being served.
 
Ryan rode the horse back and put it to the side. He raised one of his eyebrows at the sister's response. The suitor walked into the abbey then looked at the frame of a window.


George looked at Kayla's return then smiled. His smile quickly transformed into a straight face as he said, "We need to talk...later". He looked at the suitors then at his other two daughters, "Everyone, this is the "missing daughter" Kayla Montgomery".
 
Lady Montgomery had been prepared to stand and direct the entire party towards the dining room just as Kayla burst through the door and hurried in before she had a chance. Obviously taken back, her mouth opened and closed for a moment before she regained control of the situation. "It would seem we're all present now." She laughed lightly, trying to smooth everything back together. "If you would all join Kayla in the dining room, I believe the staff is ready with the meal."





Diana and just started to answer James as her sister made her sudden arrival. Passing a surprised glance from Kayla's retreating form to her mother, Diana merely lowered her voice to a whisper as she responded with, "Oh, just a little bit of this, quite a bit of that, Mr. Woodhouse." before setting her tea down and standing to move into the dining room.
 
"Sorry, for the delay. My strongest apologizes." She then looked at everyone and bowed her head, "Thank you for waiting for me." She looked at Diana and smiled, then she stood up straight. She sat down at her sat by the table and waited for the food, "Father what are we having for dinner?" She asked politely when in all reality she wanted to scream that she wanted nothing to do with anyone.
 
Rayver made his way into the dining room and took a seat on a chair. He avoided looking at Kayla and just focused his gaze on the silverware. The response she had given him earlier slightly reminded him of his "lower class" days when some "upper class" people commanded him to do some of THEIR servants dirty work(basically chores, lifting, caring for their animals) in exchange for only five percent of what the servants actully received. This most likely happened because they may have just wanted to pick on his class. They had kept telling him to shut up, walk or ride a horse (because he did not have a car), and never directly talk to them.


Lord Montgomery responded, "I let the servants surprise me since I was too busy setting this arrangement up and doing other business related matters. Maybe your mother knows". He took a seat at the table.
 
Margaret nodded slowly, eyeing the cane in Lord Ashford's hand and deciding to save her questions for a later date. "Perhaps you are right." She said vaguely, exhaling softly and glancing at the others in the parlor room. Her escape would be demised until after dinner, if more entertainment was not to follow. She raised an eyebrow at his last statement, eyeing him carefully before she spoke. "Father and Mother are simply doing what they can. It is in the best interest of the family." She stated rather flatly, a rehearsed utterance, though she personally thought otherwise.


A small smile graced her face when Kayla appeared, wondering about her absence and choosing to let it go. She too shared her sister's interest in the outdoors, understanding fully why she would not want to be present. She looked at Richard once more, smiling gently before excusing herself. Gliding into the dining room, she took her usual seat, making sure she was comfortable on the plush chair. Margaret made eye contact with Kayla for a moment, simpering softly before turning the other way. She crossed one ankle over the other delicately under the table, adjusting her silverware and waiting for the meal.
 
James Woodhouse




As Kayla Montgomery burst into the foyer James' conversation with Diana was interrupted. He couldn't help but disapprove of her shameless entrance - she had know where she was supposed to be and she knew she had not been there, so why wasn't she at least acting a little sheepish? If dear Mr. Remington had been so nearly chastised for being slightly late, surely any willful tardiness should not be met with tenderness. He shrugged it off as parental love - and really, he couldn't blame the girl for wanting to escape. As everyone rose to go to the dining room, Catherine whispered to him and he couldn't help but grin as he watched her brush past him. "May I pull out your chair?" he called after her.
 
"If you say so, Lady Margaret." He said unconvinced by her response but decided not to force the matter. He followed the group to the dinning room settling on a free chair. He made the usual preparation for the meal placing his can on the back rest of his chair and unfolding his napkin on his lap.
 

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