#Mlle Violette Fleury

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Prix de Thornolie: 25 May 1850, 15:30

Madame Adelaide: Douairière, I did not expect to see you!

Douairière Comtesse de Deauville: Madame, what a pleasure! Might I introduce you to mon fils, le Comte de Deauville. I don't believe either of you have had the pieasure.

Comte de Deauville: Not properly at least...Bonne journée.

Madame Adelaide: Oh....bonne journée, Monsieur.

Douairière Comtesse de Deauville: And of course you know le Marquis de Beauvais and Mademoiselle Fleury.

Marquis de Beauvaus/Mademoiselle Fleury: Madame.

Madame Adelaide: I do hope you all are enjoying the races. The weather certainly showed up to offer us all a lovely afternoon.

Douairière Comtesse de Deauville: En effet. I always look forward to this time of year. Never fails to remind me of my dear Gustave. The races were always his favourite activity. Something he and mon fils have in common.

Comte de Deauville: Mère, I am sure la Madame has no desire to be bombarded by your reminiscence.

Madame Adelaide: Au contraire, Monsieur. Perhaps it may surprise you what information I wish to be bombarded with.

Comte de Deauville: That is certainly surprising.

Madame Adelaide: And what makes you say this?

Comte de Deauville: I simply never imagined la Madame Royale had any care for the lives of all those beneath her.

Douairière Comtesse de Deauville: Arthur!

Madame Adelaide: What a curious observation. It seems you are not as observant as you claim to be.

Comte de Deauville: I beg your pardon?

Madame Adelaide: Oh, have I offended you? If you were as observant as you suggest, you would know I spend a great deal of my time with women in need of companionship. If you were as observant, you would be aware I call upon votre mère at least once every week to offer her said companionship, so she might have someone to talk with. Especially when her only child would rather spend all his time away from home and neglecting his family-

Marquis de Beauvais: Pardonnez-moi, Madame, but I'm afraid ma sœur and I must take our leave.

Madame Adelaide: Of course.

Comte de Deauville: We shall join you. Mère, we are leaving. [Leaves]

Douairière Comtesse de Deauville: Oh, I do apologise, Madame. Coming to the races is always a difficult journey for him. Reminds him too much of son père.

Madame Adelaide: Consider it forgotten. Perhaps now he will consider his actions and spend more time at home with you.

Douairière Comtesse de Deauville: You are a kind soul. As much as I hope you are right, I'm not sure it'll make any difference. Though I cannot deny it gets lonely in that big old house when he's not around.

Madame Adelaide: You'll have to excuse me, Douairière. I know my family are preparing to leave and they'll be wondering where I am.

Douairière Comtesse de Deauville: Of course. And please, Madame, try not to judge mon fils too harshly. Underneath that callous exterior is a heart of pure gold. He simply hates for others to see it. [Curtseys and Leaves]

Mademoiselle Maybelline: How curious...

Madame Adelaide: If you have something to say, just say it.

Mademoiselle Maybelline: I couldn't help but notice the way le Comte de Deauville looked at you before he stormed off.

Madame Adelaide: Quoi?

Mademoiselle Maybelline: I could have sworn I spotted a smile-

Madame Adelaide: Don't be absurd. Are you sure he was not simply looking at you?

Mademoiselle Maybelline: Perhaps...but would it be so terrible if he did?

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Manoir de Beauvais: 01 Juin 1850, 10:30

Marquis de Beauvais: What a surprise to see you here. I expected you to be far too busy with preparations for this evening.

Mademoiselle Violette: [Sighs] I'm not even sure I want to attend anymore.

Marquis de Beauvais: Now you're being absurd. Attending le bal masqué is all you've spoken about for weeks.

Mademoiselle Violette: Leave it be, Oscar.

Marquis de Beauvais: Not likely, Violette. What has suddenly turned your attentions away from something you you were so desperately looking forward to?

Mademoiselle Violette: My attendance tonight will only confirm what already suspect. That I am destined to become a spinster.

Marquis de Beauvais: Violette-

Mademoiselle Violette: I've hardly had a single caller since my debut into society...I hardly expect that to suddenly change after tonight.

Marquis de Beauvais: Hmm...and what of le Marquis de Clèrisseau?

Mademoiselle Violette: [Scoffs] He only comes to call because he feels guilty or running me over in the street.

Marquis de Beauvais: In my own experience, a mondamoiseau does not call upon a mademoiselle as often as he has simply to check in on her wellbeing.

Mademoiselle Violette: I know enough about le Marquis and his reputation to know him not to be serious.

Marquis de Beauvais: [Sighs] Be patient, ma soeur. You never know what the night may bring.

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Le Jardin d'Avigneux: 23 Mai 1850, 13:30

Madame Adelaide: And Ernest truly helped ton frère escort you home?

Mademoiselle Violette: Oui, it was quite an affair! I was waiting for Oscar outside the post office and idly standing by when he rushed right into me! The tumble was quite severe, I was so unsteady on my feet and he helped Oscar assist me home. Truly, I am just as stunned as you are, though why he was rushing about the square I have no idea.

Madame Adelaide: It appears I owe Ernest more credit than I currently afford him. He does always seem to surprise me.

Mademoiselle Maybelline: And are you well recovered? When I last came to call Oscar mentioned you were still terribly unwell.

Mademoiselle Violette: I assure you I am quite well, though Oscar is still in quite a state. If it wasn't for la Douairière I wouldn't have been allowed out for our weekly stroll!

Madame Maybelline: He's always been the...overprotective type. Mine would have left me on the sidewalk to rot.

Mademoiselle Violette: [Scoffs] Honestly, Maybelline...In all honestly I'm surprised he hasn't started breathing fire down the necks of every suitor who comes to call. Though I believe him too busy these days to notice.

Mademoiselle Maybelline: And what news from you, Adelaide? I hear Gaston is looking more weary with each passing day as his impending nuptials loom closer...

Mademoiselle Violette: Is that true? And here I thought the big conversation would be about Eleanor turning down le Monseigneur's invitation to join him at le Prix de Thornolie.

Mademoiselle Maybelline: Quoi? Where did you hear that?

Mademoiselle Violette: La Douairière, of course.

Mademoiselle Maybelline: Goodness. Is this true?

Mademoiselle Maybelline: Adelaide?

Mademoiselle Violette: Madame?

Madame Adelaide: Quoi?

Mademoiselle Violette: Are you alright?

Madame Adelaide: Oh...pardonnez-moi. I...I thought I saw...

Mademoiselle Violette: What did you see?

Madame Adelaide: I...It doesn't matter...

Mademoiselle Maybelline: Must you always keep us in sus-

Madame Adelaide: Violette...do you think ton frère will still allow you to attend the Prix de Thornolie?

Mademoiselle Violette: Oh...I...Well, if he even tries to refuse, all I have to do is write to la Douairière.

Madame Adelaide: And quite right, too.

Mademoiselle Violette: Are...are you sure you're alright?

Madame Adelaide: Of course, I am. Don't be ridiculous.

Mademoiselle Maybelline: Adelaide, you still have yet to answer my questions. Gaston certainly...

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