Five weeks until the Brinsley ball
*Kingsley*
"A little nearer to the fireplace," I order the two servants who have brought the elegant rosewood desk into the room.
I wouldn't be surprised to learn it has been at least one generation if not two since any furniture in this residence has been moved so much as half an inch. While Pettifur was ill, I had sofas, chairs, and small tables carted to other areas of the residence to make room for the large desk. The one at which she worked in a near dungeon was too small, and an assortment of larger and more substantial chairs.
This chamber had been my mother's domain for much of her marriage, but the furnishings were all too dainty and frail. My secretary needs a place that more adequately reflects her all-business and no-nonsense demeanor.
