vivi wannabe
trying to get Laurent Stocker's attention
“Are you content at Villier, Miss Montgomery?”
The question was poised by one Dr. Mulberry, a placid man easily recognised by his petite height, to Miss Georgiana Montgomery, a frigid young woman easily recognised by her grand height. Employer and employee were taking tea on the hospitals grounds, as Dr. Murberry was in the habit and graciously asked Miss Montgomery to join him.
Georgiana Montgomery had only recently taken her new position at Villier Hospital. Miss Montgomery was of that marvelously elegant set that everything they did and everything they said was just so, such to an extent that even if one disliked her, you could hardly help marveling at her.
Georgiana delicately placed her saucer down on the table before answering.
“Yes sir, Dr. Mulberry. I could not be more pleased with my position, or, if you will permit, my employer.”
Dr. Mulberry graciously consented with a nod. There was a slight pause in the conversation, before he continued.
“Are you happy at Villier, Miss Montgomery?”
Georgiana Montgomery’s demeanor froze, if only momentarily. Perhaps the doctor noticed, for he was watching Georgiana as he asked, but perhaps he was not. His tone, his eyes, his whole person were so soft and so sanguine that one could hardly believe he noticed much at all. Yet, to Miss Georgiana Montgomery she felt that her slip had been detrimental.
“I have only been at Villier Hospital less than a week, sir...”
“I love Villier, Miss Montgomery. The hospital, its grounds, my patients... they mean the world to me.”
Silence resumed, due to Dr. Murberry being deep in thought and Miss Montgomery not knowing how to respond to such sentiment.
At length Georgiana spoke, simply putting her impressions into words.
“The grounds, like Villier, are very beautiful, sir, yet... at the same time they are also rather melancholy.”
Dr. Murberry gave one of his delightful half smiles, as he reflected.
“You know, Miss Montgomery, I do believe that is why I am so fond of it.”
“You are fond of the dismal then, sir? or possibly the pensive?”
“I would like to answer pensive, but in honesty, Miss Montgomery, perhaps I am more amused with the gloomy... ah, I hear someone approaching from the garden walk. It would perhaps be best if we abandoned such dreary conversation for now.”
The individual approaching was none other than Harold Meinert, Villier’s longest remaining patient. Meinert’s most noticeable feature would be his strikingly blue eyes. They were not simply striking because of their shade, but rather for their intense cruelty. Meinert sauntered up to the little group with as much ease-of-manner and gaiety as one might expect to find in a seasider.
“Well, well, well, well... we are living the good life, aren’t we? Is this a private affair or may anyone barge in?”
Dr. Mulberry motioned for Meinert to sit, but he waved his hand dismissively.
“No, haven’t the time for that, Mully. I’ll just take a dainty from here and be on my way...”
Georgiana corrected Meinert’s informality with an equally venomous glare and controlled tone.
“That is Doctor Murberry, Mr. Meinert.”
Meinert snorted, amused.
“oh, hullo, fatso.”
As Georgiana ignored his mocking salutation, Meinert addressed Dr. Murberry with the utmost sincerity.
“I would be cautious tempting her with sweats, Mully. It is rather obvious from her physique she’s not one to demonstrate restraint when it comes to such indulgances, if you know what I mean.”
Dr. Murberry smiled, amused.
“What are you up to today then, Harold?”
Meinert was, by this time, perched slightly on the arm of Georgiana’s chair, much to her disgust.
“Oh, you know, Mully... this and that. What with the fresh blood arriving later, I’ve found rather alot to keep myself occupied of late.”
“Oh, of course... that reminds me. I had planned to have a group therapy session later... well, as soon as all the patients arrive and are settled... Miss Montgomery, would you be a dear and fetch Mr. Paxton? I would like him to sit in on the session... oh, and if you see George, please remind him he needs to help gather all the patients into the sitting room. Thank you.”
Georgiana rose from her seat.
“Of course, sir.”
Meinert rose also.
“I’ll accompany you.”
Georgiana snapped, with as much professionalism as possible,
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
To which he replied, laughing,
“I’d rather I did, so I shall.”
With great reluctance Miss Montgomery made her way back into the hospital, accompanied by one Harold Meinert.
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