Welcome to weekend writing warriors. Many fine authors, and me, contribute short snippets for your delectation.
Since it seems that our Regency spy romance is much more popular than our science fiction, this post introduces the sequel to The Art of Deception. Amanda’s reading was interrupted by a summons to attend on her mother. Amanda’s mother made it clear that she must attend the assembly. After a short carriage journey, it only being six or so miles between Coalpit Heath and Chipping Sodbury, they have arrived.
The carriage’s arrival in front of the hall interrupted Mrs Bentley’s cutting reply; a servant, dressed something like a footman, opened the door; he offered an arm and at her mother’s urging, Amanda descended; not gracefully, as her mother would remind her in a few moments, but nonetheless without tripping.
She waited for her mother and father before entering the hall.
It looked entrancing, an orchestra scratching out a dance, and – far more important – an excess of young men.
That did not last long; a veritable flock of young ladies, chattering among themselves came through the door behind them.
The excess of gentlemen vanished in an instant; Amanda sighed, found a seat at the side of the room, and pulled a small sheet of paper from her reticule – You can take the book from the mathematician, but not the mathematics – she started writing out a problem in symmetric polynomials, at least what she could remember of it.
Her father interrupted her a few minutes later, “Amanda, dear.”
“What is it, now?” She did not look up.
“May I present Mr Jameson?”
Amanda’s attention snapped away from the paper, and she managed to squeak out, “Delighted.”
My sincere apologies for abusing semi-colons.
Coalpit Heath is a real place on the outside of Frampton. Most of it is rather nice, unlike this farmhouse next to the tracks.
It’s literally on the wrong side of the tracks.
I don’t have a good picture of the remains of the coal works from the early 19th century because we were always either in a hurry to get walking or it was too dark by the time we returned. They and numerous pit mines supplied the fuel for the iron works at Iron Acton. The villages remain, but little sign of the industry is visible.
You can get a copy of the first four chapters on instafreebie.