Later that same day, to be precise at Lambfurrow House, the table looked simply superb, all brim full chargers that were carried in redeemed themselves one after another… Waistcoats were comfortably relaxed, but uncomfortably tight, for as the evening wasted, it was discovered that unfortunately food poisoning had transpired. Thus each person supposed this was going to be a difficult meal to waddle away from upright.
… Apart from August, whom it turned out had admirably resisted the lobster twice in one day!
Well due to the unpredictable nature of the repast calamity, it was then decided that everyone should stay overnight, and arrangements were thus ordered.
‘Everyone’ turned out to be only the two aunts, Uncle Algie, the virtuoso cellist, and husband of Aunt Agnetha, the ‘boys’ and of course Florella with a strangely fastened pale cream hair ribbon in predictably poor taste, for it would slip slowly towards her chin every so often, and look rather like a limp bandage, for toothache.
As the night drew on, Lady Agnetha decided to wait until the morning to try to procure her objective, and spent most of the night awake, wondering whether one should modify one's plans, or at any rate whether the cost borne was worth the trouble taken.
The next day, the wolfhound, called many names most of which are unprintable, but fondly called ‘Gramps’, by the cook who cherished the slavering mutt, decided to bark and bark terrified as it was by a small reddish squirrel. It had then taken to running through the house from room to room startling the sluggish guests by it’s wishing to share it’s excitement without regard for the privacy or discomfort of these fragile beings.
Faces that had remained greyish green for much of the night, this morning appeared much improved and less of an eyesore for August. The sun was rather warm and on a bright Monday – a holiday, for that part of the country, the fresh air was quite invigorating!
August had sauntered around the vegetable garden, every so often stabbing a weed that his cane’s spiked end encountered, every so often; he stared up into the sky, as if there were some angelic memorandum there, for his face was suffused with the most extraordinarily divine brightness.
Of course such appearances are often what unfortunately ensnare many a naive being.
So unbeknown to him, he was watched intently with the intensity of a lovesick person.
Florella, pulled back the drapes, and nervously applied her lipstick, without taking her quiet deluded eyes off the tall, elegant form that at that exact moment was stabbing carelessly at what appeared to be a small fallen violet. He stooped to pick a couple of perfect buds, and added them to his buttonhole after smelling their damp sweetness.
Then he disappeared around the privet.
