Image: The Palmy Days of the Café de la Rotonde. In the Palais-Royal, 1868, François Courboin [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Several years ago, I shared this image on a Wednesday right before the Thursday on which I posted the chapter from which the quote is taken. Back then, I was just beginning the writing of my Marrying Elizabeth series, and I was posting it on Thursdays as I wrote. Below is a portion of that Thursday’s chapter. (It was chapter 11 if you’re curious.)
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Femmes Prenant le Thé (Women Having Tea), Albert Lynch, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons
I saw this picture and thought of this rather memorable ladies having tea scene below. Here, Mary Ellen Dobney is sharing the true story behind a story that Lydia heard Captain Harris tell in Brighton. Captain Harris is Mary Ellen’s cousin, and Lydia has never liked him. Enjoy!
A young woman waiting in a garden by the gate. Photographic print after Kate Greenaway. See page for author, CC BY 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons.
I thought the picture above of a young woman in a garden would go well with the excerpt of Elizabeth in a garden below from The Tenant’s Guest.
Elizabeth stood just beyond a low border, watching Cecily play with her children in the garden. The ball rolled toward the large tree that shadowed the far corner, and Lucas Abbot, the elder brother at nearly four years of age, ran after it while Aiden Abbott, the younger brother and just three months past his first birthday, swayed slightly and then took one wobbly step followed by another equally unstable step before falling with a plop to the ground. The action of dropping so ungracefully to the ground did not please the young child. His scowl before he took to crawling after his brother made Elizabeth smile. He was a determined young man. A little fall was not going to stop him from pursuing his goal, which at this moment was the ball with which his brother was taunting him.
Cecily waved to Elizabeth. “Come, join us.”
Elizabeth, having just returned from what had proven to be a rather disturbing call at the parsonage and wishing for some time to think about all Lucy had shared with her, would have made her excuses and gone into the house. However, the motion of his mother had turned Aiden toward Elizabeth, and the ball was seemingly forgotten in favour of the new arrival.
“Izabef!” Lucas, ball in hand, reached her before his brother could. “Will you play ball with me, Izabef?”
Elizabeth tousled the boy’s hair. “Of course. Do you wish to run before I throw it?”
The young man’s head shook furiously from side to side. “I want to race it.”
“Very well.” Elizabeth took the ball from his hands and squatted down. “Ready,” she warned. “Go.”
The ball rolled along the grass, passing just beside Aiden, who stopped and sat, looking first at Elizabeth and then the ball — clearly unsure which should get his attention.
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