Post by Ymbert Montgomery on Jan 30, 2020 20:55:44 GMT
The Social Whirlwind by Le Mole
Ah, I do prefer those gentleman who know how to make an impression.
And Monsieur Flump certainly does. It is warming to my bitter old heart to see that the art of conspicious consumption has not entirely been forgotten. Ostrich eggs for breakfast? A real mink jacket? It seems our aspiring artist truly knows how to live.
And he also knows how to throw a party. It might seem strange to hear that a party full of men of the cloth was Paris' big social occasion. Especially as for some reason none of our dear clergymen seem to be drinking at the moment. One can only hypothesise why that might be.
But it was glorious in its almost scandalous nature.
No more had Monsigneur Robin and Father de la Bassée settled in, did Father Lachapelle arrive! What a prickly situation. And Father Lachapelle was unfailingly polite to everyone but Monsigneur Robin, who he duly ignored. Somewhat shockingly he proceeded to behave as if Monsieur Flump was doing him a favour by letting him attend, rather than vice versa! Poor Captain Bonbeur seemed rather lost. As a new arrivial in Paris one assumes he is not yet up on the current theological controversies.
But the big purpose of the night was the raffle, the lucky winner of which would win a commission from Monsieur Flump, an entirely unknown and untested artist. How glorious!
Sligthly strangely, the raffle was won not by any of the gentlemen in attendance, but Ms. Helen. Who, by sheer coincidence, arrived just as her ticket was drawn. What a coincidence! Entirely unrelated, I understand that Monsieur Flump bought a house off Ms. Helen this month.
But Ms Helen had other things on her mind than mere raffles. Without pausing to be congratulated, she picked up a glass of wine off Captain Bonbeur's table and emptied it over Father Lachapelle's head.
Trying to look as dignified as a sober priest covered in wine from head to toe can, Father Lachapelle responded "I would say such behaviour is beneath a lady but then we both know just how far from being a lady you are".
At this point most attendees felt the pary had reached its natural end and headed their separate ways.
That should be enough for any month, but the gentleman of Paris had smaller events to attend.
In the last week of the month, Father de la Bassée and Monsigneur Robin were seen at Blue Gables, deep in conversation and making it very clear they were only drinking water. Father Lachapelle's party was (perhaps fortunately) elsewhere. Subaltern d'Blancheur and Captain Bonbeur greatly enjoyed the luxurious surroundings. But the highlight of the evening for all was undeniably the guest star, not other than Chevalier Jean himself!
Ah, I do prefer those gentleman who know how to make an impression.
And Monsieur Flump certainly does. It is warming to my bitter old heart to see that the art of conspicious consumption has not entirely been forgotten. Ostrich eggs for breakfast? A real mink jacket? It seems our aspiring artist truly knows how to live.
And he also knows how to throw a party. It might seem strange to hear that a party full of men of the cloth was Paris' big social occasion. Especially as for some reason none of our dear clergymen seem to be drinking at the moment. One can only hypothesise why that might be.
But it was glorious in its almost scandalous nature.
No more had Monsigneur Robin and Father de la Bassée settled in, did Father Lachapelle arrive! What a prickly situation. And Father Lachapelle was unfailingly polite to everyone but Monsigneur Robin, who he duly ignored. Somewhat shockingly he proceeded to behave as if Monsieur Flump was doing him a favour by letting him attend, rather than vice versa! Poor Captain Bonbeur seemed rather lost. As a new arrivial in Paris one assumes he is not yet up on the current theological controversies.
But the big purpose of the night was the raffle, the lucky winner of which would win a commission from Monsieur Flump, an entirely unknown and untested artist. How glorious!
Sligthly strangely, the raffle was won not by any of the gentlemen in attendance, but Ms. Helen. Who, by sheer coincidence, arrived just as her ticket was drawn. What a coincidence! Entirely unrelated, I understand that Monsieur Flump bought a house off Ms. Helen this month.
But Ms Helen had other things on her mind than mere raffles. Without pausing to be congratulated, she picked up a glass of wine off Captain Bonbeur's table and emptied it over Father Lachapelle's head.
Trying to look as dignified as a sober priest covered in wine from head to toe can, Father Lachapelle responded "I would say such behaviour is beneath a lady but then we both know just how far from being a lady you are".
At this point most attendees felt the pary had reached its natural end and headed their separate ways.
That should be enough for any month, but the gentleman of Paris had smaller events to attend.
In the last week of the month, Father de la Bassée and Monsigneur Robin were seen at Blue Gables, deep in conversation and making it very clear they were only drinking water. Father Lachapelle's party was (perhaps fortunately) elsewhere. Subaltern d'Blancheur and Captain Bonbeur greatly enjoyed the luxurious surroundings. But the highlight of the evening for all was undeniably the guest star, not other than Chevalier Jean himself!