Its funny how sometimes life seems just the same no matter where you are.
I did manage to talk Violet, Annie and Doctor Webber into Madame Toussard's which was as intriguing this time as it was the first. Annie seemed quite taken with the lifelikeness of the models and Doctor Webber seemed to enjoy it as well.
The Blue Pyramid, I must admit, was a bit of a setup. Violet and Louis had gotten information from the man who tailed myself and Lord Covington from the Penhew Foundation that something funny was going on there. Louis, naturally, had to investigate and insisted we go get kidnapped by whoever was behind whatever was going on there. Really, I should know better than to go through with these things. Your father would shake his head at me.
Nothing of the sort happened, however, so perhaps the information Violet and Louis obtained was not accurate.
Nothing of the sort happened, however, so perhaps the information Violet and Louis obtained was not accurate.
After our "failure" of a night at the Blue Pyramid, we went back to Mentmore. I connived with Lady Covington to throw a party, ostensibly to show Annie how to host, but really because I'm curious about how the English toffs do things. Besides, who doesn't like a party?
I spent most of the week relaxing at Mentmore and training Annie in the finer qualities of life. Lady Covington and I have occasionally clashed on minor issues, but Annie is coming along splendidly. Her eagerness to learn will probably be her saving grace as she has quite a lot to catch up on.
We did nip into London on Friday to have a look at a plinth (Monolith? Obelisk?) at the heart of a court case involving Mr Gavigan. Apparently a bona fide crazy man took an axe to it. Violet and the good doctor paid him a visit at a sanitarium where he has been incarcerated. Imagine! The thought of walking into a sanitarium scares me itself, but talking to one of the patients? Even my manners would be sorely tried by such. I must admit to not being sanguine about such things. It is a frightful proposition.
Anyway, the plinth in question was definitely strange. It didn't look it, but I swear something was funny about that thing. For starters, it's still February and quite chilly in the morning. When we first visited it, the morning was quite brisk and there was even a dusting of frost. Despite being cold when I sat on the nearby bench, I found standing next to the plinth I was quite comfortable. I swear the stone was warm enough to notice- like the stones around a fire. I'm truly not sure what was the point in seeing that accursed thing (and the crazy man did say it was cursed) but it wasn't particularly fun. Fortunately, we went back to Mentmore shortly thereafter.
The Covington's house is just beautiful. I can hardly get over it. I know I said the same about the Vanderbilt mansion when I moved in, but there are mansions and there are castles. Mentmore may not technically be a castle, but it certainly feels like it.
The gentlemen have thoroughly enjoyed the stay as well. They went hunting with Lord Covington and have been driving about the fields with abandon. I daresay they may enjoy it a bit too much over here.
In truth, things feel very normal here. It's almost as if we went visiting to the Hamptons but with more rain and accents.
Plans are afoot, but I feel we are a ship without a rudder, in danger of stagnating in the comfort of familiarities. I almost wish it would...
Rose