Sapphire Blue Page #6

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No, but you could do with a bit more fun.

Uncle William thought so too.

That's why he brought me here.

Checkmate.

- He brought you here?

- Yeah.

He thinks you need some diversion

and advice to get over the girl.

Hey, I'm sorry!

We'll find you someone new.

We'd need the right tools. But it'd be noisy.

Your family needs to be out of the house.

- Tonight after the soire?

- I can't go there, Leslie.

- Not today and not with Gideon.

- Don't let him get you down.

You'll be beautiful, sexy, fabulous. Show that tosser what he's missing.

Charlotte mustn't be right! You're the best!

No, you are.

I'm sure that'll be one wild party.

Nevermind that the Count despises me and the Alliance will kill me if I attract attention.

Speaking of which...

Everything I could find on the Alliance.

Why do they hate us time travellers?

They believe you possess demonic powers

and aspire to be godlike.

See, here they talk about the diabolical apparatus.

That could be the chronograph.

Okay, I'll see you later.

James, are you around?

There you are.

How are you going?

How indeed, when you've been delirious with fever for centuries?

I can't wait to wake up.

I fear your nightmare will last a while. So could you

help me out with something?

Do you know Lord Brompton?

What do you do at a soire?

At Lord and Lady Brompton's?

I've heard they serve an infernally delicious punch.

Extravagant music, sweet marzipan fruit...

Some say they even have a dwarf and swans made of sugar.

How do I not stand out?

Get drunk like everyone else

and let someone drag you to a private room.

But if one of the gentlemen is too brash, tell him...

you have influential friends,

ready to fight a duel for your honour.

Okay! Great, thank you.

Those were the days...

Will she make it?

I tried but it was alarming

how little I had to work with.

- I honestly hope she'll succeed.

- What would we do without you?

Maybe they'll just think her simple-minded,

as long as nobody realises

you're time travellers.

Gwen, have you memorised your cover story?

Penelope Mary Gray, Viscount Batten's ward.

Born in 1766. Are you satisfied, Charlotte?

Plain, clumsy, without dowry or talent.

Just like in real life.

Good evening, Mr. Henry Lavender Gray.

Dear brother, I heard, they're waiting for us.

Isn't this a tad ostentatious?

While you're very modestly dressed, Sir Elton John.

- Ready?

- Ready when you are.

Miss Penelope Gray, my dear sister,

please remember at all times

the company we're in.

I couldn't imagine any more pleasant

than yours, brother mine.

Welcome, dear friends!

Come, my dear. I'll introduce you.

Our guest of honour,

the Count of Saint-Germain.

Accompanied by Lady Lavinia Rutland, London's prettiest and wealthiest widow.

- They say she has five secret lovers.

- Truly?

Chances are your brother will become the sixth.

He's such a handsome young man.

Rumour has it, the Count has

mastered the art of telepathy.

Quite!

The punch's not bad.

Oh no, he looks at me.

The Count, murderer of his own ancestor.

Stop! Think happy thoughts.

Owl, mushroom cloud wig, dwarf,

pink bunny, nothing unusual here...

Is he still courting that bimbo?

We all know you think

she's just the glassy, Mr. de Villiers.

I'm only thinking about Gideon, a piano,

people in ugly wigs, Gideon, frontal lobotomy

and Gideon...

I'm more and more infatuated by your beauty.

If only I were a bit younger...

Merci pour le compliment !

Wait, is that old sod flirting with me? Eww!

Eww? How charming.

Kindly excuse the daydreams of an old sod.

Are you finally prepared to

commit your life to my service?

You're mine, child. Don't forget it.

Stay calm!

Listen closely, you have

no power over me.

You don't own me and...

I have influential friends who'd

gladly fight for my honour.

- There!

- You're threatening me?

How foolish!

How amusing!

Young friend, I was pleased to see that

you've done a brilliant job with our little Ruby.

She has fallen for you.

I'm afraid I disagree.

Even a blind man could tell that she's yours.

Now make sure she's devoted to our cause alone.

Mr. Gray, I beg of you, indulge us with your violin playing.

I'm convinced your fingers are most nimble.

I'd be disappointed if you felt differently.

Bravo!

Come to my rooms later!

You performed wonderfully. But say,

isn't the slutty widow a bit too old for you?

Is that jealousy in your voice, Miss Gray?

I couldn't care less, if you

end up her sixth lover.

Especially since you know

a thing or two about that.

Was this laced with booze?

We've only been here for two hours

and you're totally sloshed!

He said, "Totally sloshed!"

- Pull yourself together!

- I'll so tell Charlotte.

Music is magical, isn't it?

Are you as gifted as

your brother, Miss Gray?

I love singing. Very much.

Ladies and gentlemen, little Miss Gray

would like to sing for us.

- With pleasure.

- You wouldn't.

- And if I did?

My sister has had a drop

too much. Please excuse us.

Lord Alistair! The Florentine Alliance! They're here.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to end this shameless display.

- Four against five?

- We have an old man, a glutton,

a plastered head girl

and two epes. Might be enough.

Good evening, Lord Alistair.

What a surprise.

You'll stop interfering with

God's creation and try to take His place.

We will keep deviants like you from being born.

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers of the darkness of this world,

against spiritual wickedness in high places."

Ephesians 6:
12

Why don't you strangle them?

Don't you have an impressive weapon in your reticule?

Pardon?

Diabolic forces.

Stop it at once!

Or I shall curse you and rain hellfire upon you.

She's a witch. She's the devil's spawn.

Rakoczy, he's yours!

Were you just kissing me?

No.

Wishful thinking, Miss Shepherd.

Hello.

You did the exact opposite

of what you were told.

You were supposed to look

after me not the slutty widow.

This was the opposite of what you were told.

- Where are we anyway?

- At the de Villiers bank's main branch.

Let's go before someone recognises me

and thinks I'm with a tipsy burlesque dancer.

I can see my reflection in your coat.

- Oh, for shame!

- In my opinion, you're lovely.

I don't want to take advantage of you.

And I wouldn't let you.

Anyway, your loss.

I can't explain what happened.

She's not ill but smells of gin and soot.

We need coffee.

A lot of it.

Leslie?

I was at a wild party.

- How much did you drink?

- Too much.

And I also sang too much.

- No one is home, my dear. "Tosca".

- At the opera?

The tickets cost me a fortune.

And Caroline's at boarding school.

We've got the run of this place.

You're the best.

Gin's wonderful. But aren't you

a bit young to indulge

and without me at that?

Upon your request, I arranged

for a pickaxe and a hammer.

I've seen it before. Open it!

Miss Gwendolyn, I advise you

to open the chest in your room.

Behind closed doors.

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