Beautiful People: Lord Blythe Halyard

This Beautiful People is going to be quite interesting because I'm doing it for the sole purpose of finding out about a very new character. Everyone, meet Lord Blythe Halyard--formerly Blythe Bunting of Tillburrow Topham. I know very little about this chap, only that he's not quite cut out for Society life. He thinks he is--oh certainly--but he's not. Deep deep down he's still Blythe Bunting who frequents the Plow & Onion and likes a cozy evening by the fire. Lord Blythe Halyard is young yet--only in his early twenties, and he is delightfully dotty. I know we'll all come to love him by and by.

He looks something like this, only with longer, wavy hair.

1. What is his favorite type of shoe? Shiny riding boots. His never get much of a work-out so they are always shiny, as Blythe is not much of a horseman...yet. He demands that--shinyness, that is. :)

2. Does he journal? Goodness no. At least, not properly. He likes to keep a running tab on people and events in his mind, but it never makes it down on paper. His handwriting isn't good enough.

3. What is his favorite animal? Fried, stewed, boiled, or basted? Christmas Ham, I'll warrant, or else a nice hot pheasant.


4. What does his average day look like? Get up, dither about finding something for the valet to do--anything, only so he'll stop staring at you like that. Take walking cane and amble about the large country-house of your friend. Take the guns out and Shoot. At what? Anything--you're not a very good shot, you know. Eat luncheon. Take a nap or another amble. Linger around the stables discussing horses--a topic you know nothing about. Go in to tea. Try to make small-talk with the ladies. Go into supper. Smoke afterward. Listen to the ladies air their musical accomplishments. Play cards. Go to bed. Repeat.

5. Night Owl or Morning Person? Night owl, I'd say. Lord Blythe Halyard is up for any sort of a reckless night-scheme. He likes the dark--feels less like people are studying him.

6. Does he have a sweet tooth? Mercy, yes. He's very fond of tarts and biscuits and muffins and puddings and everything else. Thank heaven he burns it all off with all the ambling and shooting and what-not.

7. What colours are his bedroom? Honestly? He'd never noticed, though he'd place his tuppence on a burgundy color if hard-pressed for an answer. But then again, Lord Blythe Halyard is always on the move from one country-place to the next so one can't blame him for not noticing the decor.

8. Can he cook? He's rather good at bangers-and-mash, and he can crisp up a nice rasher of bacon. He learned all this, baching it in the old days before the Benevolent One took him up, and he still likes to prowl about Tillburrow Grange at midnight when his housekeeper and all the maids are in bed.

9. What is his favorite household chore? Polishing his boots. There's something soothing about the smells of leather and shoe-polish and the methodical rubbing that stimulates his mind.

10. Favorite kind of tea? Anything so long as the sugar-bowl is at hand and it is a strong brew.

“Lord Harry Mopfloppham and Lady Harry Mopfloppham!” The sepulchral voice oodling down the length of the hall sent a shiver up Lord Halyard’s spine. He assumed the voice belonged to the butler, though goodness knows there was enough bone-and-grave-clothes about it to pass for that of a hobgoblin. And he’d always been of the mind that butlers were comfortable, porridge-y sorts.               -Third Time's the Charm

April Snippets of Story

Good Grief! I thought I wasn't going to have anything at all to post of April Snippets with Katie, seeing as I haven't written anything all month. But today I managed to begin something. I won't promise anything (as I've learned I hate keeping writing-related promises I've made. :P) but this could possibly turn into my next project. I call it Third Time's the Charm and so far it is a ducky little story with rather a lot of personality. Which is what and how and why I write. Anyway, whatever the outcome, do enjoy these snippets of story!

     “Who are you hiding from?” The governess—or whatever she was—asked. 

 Lord Blythe Halyard did not like that wicked, laughing gleam in those grey-green eyes. Her eyes were exactly the hue of that racing horse he’d lost ten-quid on at the Ascot races. He had thought at the time the horse was green but of course one couldn’t have a green horse so it must have been grey. He’d never settled the matter to his satisfaction. But whatever the outcome, the horse and this young woman’s eyes were the same color, and it irked him. Governesses had no right to look so triumphant and mighty over nothing. “I was not hiding, madam. I was resting. It’s deuced hot in this room and I was tired of standing about like a wax-figure.

-Third Time's the Charm

      He perched on edge of the ottoman like a great gorgeous waist-coated bird and contemplated her face. “You are not very pretty.”      

The woman smiled, and laughter silvered the grey of her eyes—yes, they were grey. “No, I do not have a pretty face. But I have an interesting one, and there are many beautiful women who cannot boast as much.”    

  This was above Lord Halyard’s immediate comprehension. He put up his expensive ocular-device—devil take him, he’d forgot its name again—and inspected her for the second time. Or perhaps her eyes were green. Green or grey? That was the question. They had a peculiar and irking indecision in them. “I thought it was every woman’s duty to be beautiful,” he said with an abruptness born of being conquered by a question of color.      

 “A woman’s duty? And so it is, I suppose, as much as it is every man’s duty to be polite and complimentary. Neither of us measure up to our requirements—I suppose we shall be outcasts of Society by and by.” She laughed again, and to Lord Halyard it seemed she rather relished the idea.

-Third Time's the Charm

  “So you know the Benevolent One?”      

“Know him? I’d still be Blythe Bunting of Tillburrow Topham if he hadn’t gone in and got me a lordship and a house.”    

 “Is that a correct term?” Madeleine Starr asked with a shade of indecision passing over her brow.      

“Is what a correct term?” 

  “‘lordship’ used in that fashion.”      

“I’ll be hanged if I know. But I used it and I think it stands to reason if one uses a term in a sensible way it doesn’t matter what Noah Webster thinks of it.”

-Third Time's the Charm

It had come with a bright red wafer of wax and the address in an elegant hand:          

    Blythe Bunting    

    Tillburrow Topham      

    Shropshire, England    

 He’d thought it was a condolence letter at last, letting him know that Auntie Chaffinch had died and left him his expectations at last. Only it had been pressed upon his intelligence by the stable-boy at the Plow & Onion that such letters were sealed with black wax, not robin-red. After that, he’d not been over-eager to read the letter, as he expected no money from anyone and money was the only thing he wished to receive in the mail at present.

-Third Time's the Charm

There is only one thing I ask and stipulate in this, my latest will and testament. That you will find an American heiress by the name of Madeleine Starr and ask her three questions in the first three years of your acquaintance: 

1.    Can a candle burn when the air is deep?
2.    Who can fathom the paths of sleep?
3.    Where will the trail of the future leap? 

Do this and all will be well. Fail to act in the manner I've noted, fail to help Miss Starr find the answers, and all will be lost.                               

                                               I am yours warmly,                                                  

                                                              The Benevolent One

-Third Time's the Charm

He’d often wondered why his benefactor had not christened himself ‘The Mysterious One’ or ‘The Puzzling One.’ But of course ‘benevolent’ was a much pleasanter and less suspicious word to have on a latest will and testament--whatever that was. As long as the inheritance was sound, that was all that mattered, really.

-Third Time's the Charm