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Oct. 29th, 2006 07:27 am[Filter: Private]
Elzie, dearest, I must say I'm very much looking forward to your visit. And my daughter, of course, I've missed her dearly. I wonder if you suppose this was all a ploy to bring you back here with her? Perhaps it was. We really don't see one another often enough, and its dreadfully difficult to speak to you alone with His Majesty looking over our shoulders (not to mention Lord Isaac and Lord Stephan, perfectly irritating men!) every moment. And perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps I have had some other plan in store all along. Perhaps it's all been an attempts to lure you here ... like I lured your father, those momnths before he died. Or perhaps I didn't do any luring at all, perhaps he believed that coming here was outsmarting me, one move ahead. Not that he ever could. I'm far more clever than your father, Eliza.
... That's what you'd like to think, isn't it? Don't deny it, did you lean in there, thinking I'd finally been lulled into a false sense of security? How quaint! I don't scheme, Eliza, I'm shocked you think I do. That's the problem with Easterners, you all think everyone else is trying to outsmart you. I'm not a magistrate, Elzie, and I'm not a spymaster (of course, of course, neither are you, as if I had forgotten!), I'm merely a charming man with a great deal of money and a fondness for spending it on beautiful women.
But you did think I was going to reveal my supposed crime, didn't you? How sweet. Your father did teach you well.
Elzie, dearest, I must say I'm very much looking forward to your visit. And my daughter, of course, I've missed her dearly. I wonder if you suppose this was all a ploy to bring you back here with her? Perhaps it was. We really don't see one another often enough, and its dreadfully difficult to speak to you alone with His Majesty looking over our shoulders (not to mention Lord Isaac and Lord Stephan, perfectly irritating men!) every moment. And perhaps it wasn't. Perhaps I have had some other plan in store all along. Perhaps it's all been an attempts to lure you here ... like I lured your father, those momnths before he died. Or perhaps I didn't do any luring at all, perhaps he believed that coming here was outsmarting me, one move ahead. Not that he ever could. I'm far more clever than your father, Eliza.
... That's what you'd like to think, isn't it? Don't deny it, did you lean in there, thinking I'd finally been lulled into a false sense of security? How quaint! I don't scheme, Eliza, I'm shocked you think I do. That's the problem with Easterners, you all think everyone else is trying to outsmart you. I'm not a magistrate, Elzie, and I'm not a spymaster (of course, of course, neither are you, as if I had forgotten!), I'm merely a charming man with a great deal of money and a fondness for spending it on beautiful women.
But you did think I was going to reveal my supposed crime, didn't you? How sweet. Your father did teach you well.
