Post by Ymbert Montgomery on Jun 1, 2021 18:13:34 GMT
The Social Whirlwind by Le Mole
Well, at least some of you decided to be more interesting for the new year although perhaps not in a way the wise would have recommended.
I refer, of course, to the actions of Comte Bougiedure this month.
Some might suggest that a gentleman of Comte Bougiedure should not be mixing socially with those of such lowly standing as Mlle Jeanette and (God help us) Doctor D'Eath in the first place. And they would have a point. But for Comte Bougiedure to not only associate with them, but to be seen scraping and grovelling as if they were his social superiors? The mind boggles, gentle reader, it really does.
At least Baron de la Azur knows how to behave appropriately, taking his rightful place as guest of honour at the Swedish Ambassador's Ball.
As well as his entirely inexplicable social behaviour, Comte Bougiedure was sent at Court, getting formally raised to the position of Comte. (One can only hope he doesn't start cooking tea for the peasants on his new estate). And if his judgement can be questioned, his grasp of etiquette surely cannot.
And at least he attended court socially, unlike Sieur D'Blancheur who apparently only attends court when working, which is frightfully dull of him.
The biggest social event of the month of course was the Futurity and all the great and good of Paris attended. Sieur D'Blancheur did not attend.
The colourful figure of Doctor D'Eath joined Father Chatten to watch Sailboat Captain romp to victory. I understand that Father Chatten got rather merry. Understandable in victory, but perhaps something of a risk considering the Parisian's Church Authority's dim view of such things.
Joining Mlle Jeanette in her owner's box, to watch Sir Coco get a respectable fourth place, was Comte Bougiedure. Perhaps sensibly, Mlle Eloise had chosen not to watch her beau humiliate himself. I do hear the Crown Prince dropped in but left quickly, perhaps as confused by Comte Bougidure's behaviour as I am.
While Monsieur Durant and Mlle Simmonent attended at the Pavilion, the real excitement of the day came not on the race course, but in Mlle Valerie's owner's box. The Archduke Maximilian turned up unexpectedly and it seems guest Monsieur Balls was inspired by that (and perhaps an element of showing off to his new lady Mlle Johi) decided to show off somewhat. And made a rather mean spirited comparison between the company in the box compared to the company Subaltern Jacques must normally keep. And Subaltern Jacques took offense and, to cut a long story short, got into a duel only to surrender after a mighty thwack from Monsieur Balls. It's hard to know who has the worst of it. Was it Monsieur Balls whose lack of manners in duelling a host forced him to go home in disgrace? Or is it Mlle Valerie who had to watch her supposed manly guardsman get soundly thrashed by a gentleman more known for his skill with Latin than a rapier?
Of course, poor Subaltern Jacques was a bit the worse for wear from the first week of the month. I hear the play was rather good (I'm not managing to get out much myself due to the decisions of simpletons) and the first night party was even finer. Although both Subaltern Jacques and Father Chatten perhaps should avoid "glass balancing contests" considering the cuts and bruises that arose! My, Father Chatten does like his drink.
The other most amusing event of the month was Doctor D'Eath's costume party. Partly because the costume part had been cancelled and the good doctor seemingly forgot to mention it to anyone but Monsieur Durant! Still, Monsieur Balls and Mlle Johi brought a modern touch to proceedings as a brave and squaw from the New World. Comte Bougiedure came as a mad Emperor. Perhaps a reference to the mad "emperor" Claudius? Perhaps that explains some of his behaviour this month? And Father Chatten came as a... well, I think it was a lemon perhaps? A drunk lemon probably.
And I was glad to see that Subaltern de Bodin is a man who knows the importance of a good club. And congratulations to our new arrival for his luck at the gambling table. Perhaps you'll bet a proper amount next time?
Well, at least some of you decided to be more interesting for the new year although perhaps not in a way the wise would have recommended.
I refer, of course, to the actions of Comte Bougiedure this month.
Some might suggest that a gentleman of Comte Bougiedure should not be mixing socially with those of such lowly standing as Mlle Jeanette and (God help us) Doctor D'Eath in the first place. And they would have a point. But for Comte Bougiedure to not only associate with them, but to be seen scraping and grovelling as if they were his social superiors? The mind boggles, gentle reader, it really does.
At least Baron de la Azur knows how to behave appropriately, taking his rightful place as guest of honour at the Swedish Ambassador's Ball.
As well as his entirely inexplicable social behaviour, Comte Bougiedure was sent at Court, getting formally raised to the position of Comte. (One can only hope he doesn't start cooking tea for the peasants on his new estate). And if his judgement can be questioned, his grasp of etiquette surely cannot.
And at least he attended court socially, unlike Sieur D'Blancheur who apparently only attends court when working, which is frightfully dull of him.
The biggest social event of the month of course was the Futurity and all the great and good of Paris attended. Sieur D'Blancheur did not attend.
The colourful figure of Doctor D'Eath joined Father Chatten to watch Sailboat Captain romp to victory. I understand that Father Chatten got rather merry. Understandable in victory, but perhaps something of a risk considering the Parisian's Church Authority's dim view of such things.
Joining Mlle Jeanette in her owner's box, to watch Sir Coco get a respectable fourth place, was Comte Bougiedure. Perhaps sensibly, Mlle Eloise had chosen not to watch her beau humiliate himself. I do hear the Crown Prince dropped in but left quickly, perhaps as confused by Comte Bougidure's behaviour as I am.
While Monsieur Durant and Mlle Simmonent attended at the Pavilion, the real excitement of the day came not on the race course, but in Mlle Valerie's owner's box. The Archduke Maximilian turned up unexpectedly and it seems guest Monsieur Balls was inspired by that (and perhaps an element of showing off to his new lady Mlle Johi) decided to show off somewhat. And made a rather mean spirited comparison between the company in the box compared to the company Subaltern Jacques must normally keep. And Subaltern Jacques took offense and, to cut a long story short, got into a duel only to surrender after a mighty thwack from Monsieur Balls. It's hard to know who has the worst of it. Was it Monsieur Balls whose lack of manners in duelling a host forced him to go home in disgrace? Or is it Mlle Valerie who had to watch her supposed manly guardsman get soundly thrashed by a gentleman more known for his skill with Latin than a rapier?
Of course, poor Subaltern Jacques was a bit the worse for wear from the first week of the month. I hear the play was rather good (I'm not managing to get out much myself due to the decisions of simpletons) and the first night party was even finer. Although both Subaltern Jacques and Father Chatten perhaps should avoid "glass balancing contests" considering the cuts and bruises that arose! My, Father Chatten does like his drink.
The other most amusing event of the month was Doctor D'Eath's costume party. Partly because the costume part had been cancelled and the good doctor seemingly forgot to mention it to anyone but Monsieur Durant! Still, Monsieur Balls and Mlle Johi brought a modern touch to proceedings as a brave and squaw from the New World. Comte Bougiedure came as a mad Emperor. Perhaps a reference to the mad "emperor" Claudius? Perhaps that explains some of his behaviour this month? And Father Chatten came as a... well, I think it was a lemon perhaps? A drunk lemon probably.
And I was glad to see that Subaltern de Bodin is a man who knows the importance of a good club. And congratulations to our new arrival for his luck at the gambling table. Perhaps you'll bet a proper amount next time?