Today’s post will feature quotes from my characters, not pencil-and-paint work. Two reasons for this: 1. I have no artwork prepared for this week, and 2. I’m working on drawings of Lennox for my upcoming post about him (stay tuned!) Hopefully, I’ll have drawings to show next week, but for now, I’ll post verbal artwork instead.
Now, not all these quotes will make it into the finished story–but they reveal a good deal about the characters. 🙂
Quotes from my unnamed literary novel (set in Yorkshire in the 1820s–30s):
“Tell me quickly,” said Charles, nearly exasperated. “I am late already.”
“By a full two moments?” called Thomas from the other room.
“Charles, if Lord James thought our station an impediment, he would not pay me such marked attention,” Dorothea said. “Are we not to trust his judgment as well as ours?”
Charles sat down. “His judgment might be impaired by his need for money.”
Dorothea lowered her work and sent her brother a severe stare. “That is not fair to Lord James or to his father. They do need money,” she continued, resuming her sewing, “but Lord James is prudent and honorable. If he feared our new wealth would corrupt his family’s rank, I do not think he would pay me any attention. And we are honest with each other. If he finds me lacking in any thing, he will tell me, and I shall attempt to satisfy him.”
“You will forgive me for being indelicate,” Dorothea said, looking up at her brother “but you apprehend a good deal that does not happen.”
“Really, James, you are newly-married and ought to be a good deal more punctual than this,” Harriet said, “–especially since you are escorting your wife.”
Dorothea was about to reprimand this remark, but James said, “At least I have made some improvement. Where is Father?”
“Papa!” Harriet called down the hall, “Even James is ready now!”
James, as always, refused to take coffee; he had for years observed the peculiar sway it held over his otherwise self-controlled friend, and would himself remain free of such mastery.
“The only dissatisfaction I have with curls,” said Harriet, “is that they become untidy with the least provocation!”
“I am all right,” Charles insisted. This was not as consoling at he intended, for he would say the same if he were in the final stages of consumption.
Alice suddenly pointed at the dog and announced: “Buppy.”
Mr. Carter smiled and knelt by the dog’s head. “Would you like to pet her?”
Alice glanced up at her mother and then ventured forward, but she looked at Mr. Carter very seriously. “He bite,” she prophesied.
“No, she will not bite. But let her sniff your hands first.”
“Will you sit down?” Alice asked. Mr. Carter nodded and sat on the small chair nearby. Alice stared at him and patted the grass with both hands.
“Oh, on the ground,” Mr. Carter said, lowering himself to that level. “My mistake.”
James raised an eyebrow. “Are you flirting?”
“Yes,” Dorothea answered lightly, “but with impunity, as we are already married.”
The whole plot is kicked off by Dorothea and James deciding to marry–so there’s no point in keeping that secret!