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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 19:08:20 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded, his fears mounting by the moment.*
"It is up to Rebecca, my life is at her command."
*He looked down the hall to where she had left.*
"And no attachment we form can be tanished by my Mother. I will not tolerate it."
*Bowing to Vianne and Percy, he walked along to his study and shut the door behind him.*
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Post by Sir Percy on Feb 4, 2008 19:09:28 GMT -5
((Oh NOW you grow some))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 19:10:44 GMT -5
((Man I hate his mother. Dench you have disappointed me.))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 5, 2008 5:03:26 GMT -5
*Philippe walked back along the corridor and into the sitting room where his mother was. Once inside he closed the door firmly.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 5, 2008 15:28:13 GMT -5
*He was literally shaking with rage. Every instinct wanted him to do...something.*
"Do you have ANY idea what you have done?"
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Feb 5, 2008 17:50:30 GMT -5
*She calmly sipped her coffee.*
"Apparently I've saved you from a match which turned out to be worthless. Don't worry--by all means you may continue to bed the slut so long as she pleases you; but I fully expect you to marry a woman who will bring distinction and honour to this family. You are not your brother, Philippe--as the heir you cannot afford to waste your time on these girls. You must wed a suitable woman and have a son by her as soon as possible. You're not getting any younger."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 1:32:14 GMT -5
*Philippe took a deep breath.*
"It is unfortunate Madame that your line of reason assumes that I would value the honour and status of our family above other aspects of my life. What you do not understand is that I would rather have the girl, if god willing she would have me, than any title you would choose to bestow."
*He paused.*
"If you do not agree to Sir Percy's terms then you will not lose just a daughter in law but a son also. Do not imagine that I will abandon Rebecca so easily."
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Feb 6, 2008 2:52:15 GMT -5
*Heloise looked at him shrewdly. There was no way Raoul could be the Comte. Whatever Philippe's failings might be, his brother was ten times worse.*
Still, she will probably share her money with her husband out of generous good will.
*She didn't like the idea of dependancy, but the de Chagnys by themselves were not quite destitute. Yet. ((*looks at Raoul*))*
"Very well. You may keep the girl and she may keep her money. But don't imagine any sympathy from me when you realize the mistake you have made."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 6:35:30 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded.*
"I expect nothing from you mother."
*He felt himself calm slightly, though this was of a short duration. What was the use if Rebecca wished to leave him anyway? That was hardly a question judging by her reaction to him earlier. he would not stop her, it would be worse to have her near, knowing that she could not love him. The pain of the idea seemed unbearable and he felt himself becoming more hopeless by the second.*
"She will not wish to stay with me now, I have ruined her."
*He muttered feeling suddenly very faint and warm. Without warning he clutched at his heart and sank to the ground.*
((Am now home- going to sleep for an hour but will then be back on.))
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Feb 6, 2008 7:54:02 GMT -5
*The Comtess managed for once in her life to look genuinely concerned for another as she shouted at servants to fetch a physician and help her son to his room.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 6, 2008 8:08:05 GMT -5
*Philippe groaned softly, his vision blurring,making it impossible to focus.*
"Rebecca..."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 9, 2008 15:48:47 GMT -5
**********NEW DAY.********
*By the time Philippe eventually made it downstairs it was well into the morning. He open the door to the sitting room.*
"Mother."
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Feb 9, 2008 17:20:54 GMT -5
*The dowager sat calmly drinking her coffee.*
"Philippe."
*Her face was composed in an expression of tight resignation, but a small, secret smile was in her heart, though it showed neither in her eyes nor her face. There was a reason she always drank coffee. Tea was far too English. And far too easily manipulated. Coffee was pure.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 10, 2008 11:55:28 GMT -5
"I have a small matter to resolve with you from with I hope we can continue."
*He sat.*
"It concerns my wife."
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Feb 10, 2008 17:21:49 GMT -5
"Ah yes."
*She set down her cup with a clink and sighed.*
"I fear I may have...judged her too harshly. Too quickly. She is young, after all...perhaps...perhaps this mistake may be mended in a more satisfactory manner than to simply sever all ties."
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