“N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 14: After Christmas Visit to London Part 1, December 31, 2013 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #493)

“N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 14:  After Christmas Visit to London Part 1, December 31, 2013 Gratiana Lovelace  (Post #493)

aaaN&SJohnThorntonLoveLessonsFanFicCoverDec2913GratianaLovelace-256x401 (An original fan fiction copyrighted by Gratiana Lovelace;   All rights reserved;
Based on the Elizabeth Gaskell novel, North & South and its
2004 BBC adaptation; No copyright infringement intended)

[I will illustrate my story using my dream cast from the 2004 BBC production of “North & South”:
Richard Armitage for John Thornton,  Daniela Denby-Ashe for Margaret Hale, Lesley Manville for Mrs. Maria Hale,  Tim Pigott-Smith for Mr. Richard Hale, Sinead Cusack for Mrs. Hannah Thornton, Jo Joyner for Fanny Thornton, Brendan Coyle for Nicholas Higgins, and Graham McTavish as Dr. Cameron Ogilvy, etc]   [(1) story logo image]

Author’s Mature Content Note:  “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons” is a story with mature themes of love and relationships set within a period drama of the 1850’s and beyond.  As such there will be heartfelt moments of love and sensuality (S)–as well as other dramatic emotions, including some violence (V)–and I will rate those chapters accordingly.  If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide, then please do not read that chapter.  This is my disclaimer.

Author’s Recap of the Previous Chapter:  After Christmas Eve church services, Dr. Ogilvy escorted Hannah Thornton and her daughter Fanny home, while John and Margaret had a heartfelt visit at the Hale home in Crampton.  And finding themselves under the mistletoe yet again, Cameron and Hannah shared the briefest of gentle first kisses.  He hoped to follow with a more  tender kiss, but they were interrupted by Fanny who flew into a tizzy.  Happily, John and Margaret arrived home just then and Fanny’s questions were averted–and stymied through the rest of the following day.  But Fanny pouted silently to herself that her mother has a suitor when she does not.

“N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 14:  After Christmas Visit to London Part 1

The day after Christmas, John and Margaret, the Hales and Fanny set off for London by train as a mini wedding and holiday trip.   John and Margaret will spend time with the Hales in London at her Aunt Shaw’s residence since the Shaw family was not able to travel to Milton for their wedding.  Fanny travels with them to take in the delights of London–museums, plays, concerts, and much shopping.  She had not originally been slated to go with them, but John persuaded her that she would have a good time–with John hoping to give his mother Hannah Thornton and her suitor Dr. Cameron Ogilvy some private courting time away from Fanny.

Fanny’s [(2) right] rather incessant excited chattering during their train trip from Milton Fanny-isJoJoyner-inNorth&South2004-22h44m32s63-Dec2813GratianaLovelaceCap-crop-sized-clrto London–about all the things that she wants to do when they reach London–becomes a steady buzz that gives John a headache. Margaret rubs his temples to help ease his symptoms.  Mrs. Hale has long since fallen asleep with the aid of a sleeping packet their maid Dixon made sure to bring along with her.  And Mr. Hale is the only one who listens interestedly to Fanny’s wish list–offering further suggestions every so often that Fanny appreciates.  Fanny feels that she is quite warming to the Hales–well, Mr. Hale anyway, because he actually listens to her.

As their party is welcomed into the large and elegant pink and cream colored parlor at Margaret’s Aunt Shaw’s mansion in London, the extended families all have tea together. The men sitting on a long sette on one side of the room, and the ladies sitting on a long sette on the other side of the room–though Mrs. Hale has gone upstairs to her room for a nap in a proper bed, with her maid Dixon sitting by her bedside should she need something. While downstairs in the parlor, Margaret eagerly cradles the now 10 month old Sholto, son of her cousin Edith and Edith’s husband Captain Maxwell Lennox.

Margaret: “Oh Edith!  How Sholto has grown since I saw him last!”  Margaret smiles then returns him to his mother’s arms.

Edith: “Yes.  I think he will be quite as tall as his father one day.”  She smiles sweetly across the expanse of parlor to her husband Maxwell.  He returns her smile, with a mischievous wink.

Sholto:  “Mmm. Gllll.” Sholto gurgles in nonsensical baby talk as he waves his arms about.

Edith: Biting her lower lip, she asks.  “Margaret, what do you think he is saying?  As Sholto’s mother, I feel that I should be able to decipher his wishes. But I have no idea.  It is only when he is messy or hungry or sleepy that I can understand his cries.”

Fanny:  “All babies just want attention.  May I hold him, please?”  Fanny holds out her arms.

Edith smilingly hands her baby boy over to Fanny, missing the astonishment on her cousin Margaret’s face.  For Margaret has not only just heard Fanny give baby advice, she is also now seeing Fanny playing with the baby.

Margaret:  “Careful, Fanny.  Here is a cloth in case he spits up.”

Margaret gives Fanny the spit up cloth–for baby Sholto.  And baby Sholto wriggles mightily in Fanny’s arms.  So much so that his loose fitting baby dress comes off and baby Sholto is in naught but his wrapper.  But he doesn’t care, the room is warmed by the fire and babies prefer less frilly clothes.

Fanny:  “Ha ha ha! Goodness!   He is strong. Does he crawl very far yet?”

Edith:  “I do not know.” She replies meekly.  “One of us is always holding him.”

Fanny: “Let’s see, shall we?”  And before anyone can stop her, Fanny stands up and walks  five feet away to the middle of the large and lovely pink and cream Aubusson rug between the opposing settes–and she sets Sholto down and goes back to sit with the ladies.  The men look over at them amusingly.

Mrs. Shaw: “Is that wise?  What if he spits up?”  Mrs. Shaw frowns–as does her daughter Edith–for they are both thinking that worse than spit up could happen.  Mrs. Shaw’s grandson Sholto may  be, but that is an Aubusson rug he is sitting on.

Margaret: “We’ll clean it up, Aunt Shaw.”   Margaret nods encouragingly.  Her Aunt Shaw still frowns.Sholto-crawling-baby-comp-aubusson-rug-replica-from-China-eu26970-c_Dec3013absoluterugscom-sized 2

Fanny:   “Let’s call to him so he will crawl to us.  Sholto, Sholto!”  Fanny waves at him gaily as he turns to look at her.  Seeing his Mama Edith sitting next to Fanny, Sholto rolls onto his knees and starts crawling  [(3) right] toward her voice.

All attention is riveted on the baby.

Maxwell: “Ha ha ha ha ha!  Look at him go!  Let’s see if he will come to his papa.  Sholto, Sholto!  Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Sholto stops crawling toward the ladies, swings his head  to his left at the sound of his father voice.  Then Sholto changes course and he quickly crawls the last few feet over to his father.  Maxwell picks up his son Sholto into his arms and raises him high above his head as he sits on the opposing sette.

Sholto: “Glll!  Pphhh!  Eya!”  Sholto gurgles happily.

Edith: “Oooh!  Don’t make him spit up, Maxwell.”  Edith takes the spit up cloth from Fanny and walks across the parlor to hand it to her husband.

Maxwell:  “Thank you, my dear.”  He smiles lovingly at his wife, Edith, who returns to sit on the ladies’ sette.  Then Maxwell turns back to his son, Sholto. “Our son is a surprising little thing.  I haven’t seen him crawl that far before.  He’ll be walking before we know it!  In fact …”

Maxwell holds Sholto over the floor, with Sholto’s toes touching the carpet.  Sholto flails his John-isRichardArmitage-inNorth&South2004-22h52m15s105-Dec2813GratianaLovelaceCap-MaskforAuntShawsParlor-sized-clrlegs mightily, occasionally making contact with the carpet.  Maxwell lowers Sholto so that his feet are touching the carpet and Sholto seemingly stamps his feet in unison on the carpet. Everyone holds their breaths as they watch baby Sholto trying to stand for his papa–none more so attentive than John Thornton [(4) right] who is quite taken with Sholto–his new little cousin by marriage.

John: “He’s almost standing.”  John says in amazement. Then John gazes over at Margaret and smiles.  One day, they will have their own little one to help teach how to crawl and to stand and to walk.

Finally, Maxwell lets Sholto feel more of his weight on his feet and legs.  At first, Sholto’s knees just bend and he sits down.  Maxwell pulls him up again to standing, Sholto sits down again.  Then Maxwell tries one more time, holding Sholto steady.  Sholto locks his knees and stays standing, with Sholto looking up at his papa in wonder as his papa just has a hold of his hands now.

Maxwell:  “There, there Sholto.  I think you’ve gotten the hang of it little fellow.”  Maxwell beams.

Fanny: Leaning over, she whispers to her sister-in-law, Margaret. “Your cousin’s husband seems to quite dote on his son. That is nice.  John will be a good father, too.”Margaret-isDanielaDenby-Ashe-inNorth&South-Epi417h49m20s188_Nov1013GratianaLovelaceCap-crop3-clr

Margaret: Turning to Fanny, Margaret smiles curiously [(5) right].  “I think so.  But what makes you think it?”

Fanny: “Because Johnny  played with me when I was little–even though he had to work such long hours and was exhausted when he came home from the drapers.  He always made time for me then.”  Fanny smiles wistfully.

Margaret: “John loves you very much, Fanny.”  Margaret squeezes Fanny’s hand.

Fanny: “And I love him.”  Fanny squeezes Margaret’s hand back.  Then Fanny smiles at her brother, who smiles back at her.  He also remembers a baby Fanny who would crawl to him when he was a boy.

Mrs. Shaw:  Having had twenty minutes of her grandson at tea, Mrs. Shaw finds that sufficient.  “Perhaps we are tiring little Sholto out?  Nanny will want to take him to the nursery for his nap.  Then we may continue our tea with our guests.”  She motions to a footman to fetch the nanny.”  A first time grandmother, Mrs. Shaw is a little overwhelmed by the circumstance.  And, she feels that her guests are being slighted by the attention to the baby. That perturbation shows on her face.

Fanny:  “Mrs. Shaw, do not have Sholto leave on our account.  He is a delightful boy and you are truly blessed to have him as your grandson.”  Mrs. Shaw smiles politely at her guest, Fanny Thornton.  “But I do look forward to a thorough tour of your lovely home later.  It is the most beautiful manor I have ever seen.” Fanny looks appreciatively around at the elegantly appointed cream and pink parlor.  “One day, I should like to live in a home as gracious and warm as this one.”  Fanny smiles at Mrs. Shaw again.

Fanny’s little speech stuns everyone for her kindness, sincerity, and generosity of spirit. And John thinks that maybe he should have brought his little sister to London earlier.

Mrs. Shaw:  “Why, thank you Miss Thornton.”  Aunt Shaw smiles in receiving such praise.

A little while later, Mrs. Shaw takes Fanny, John, and Margaret on a tour of her home–though Margaret had lived there for many years as she grew up, she tags along as well, tucking her arm into her husband John’s arm as they stroll, pointing out secret hiding places that she and Edith used for playing hide and go seek.  After checking on Sholto sleeping in the nursery for his nap, Edith and Maxwell join them on the tour of the expansive home.  And somewhere between the formal dining room, the conservatory, the breakfast sun room, the smaller family parlor used in the evenings when it is just family, the  family and guest bed chambers, and the ballroom that can comfortably hold 100 on the third floor–with Fanny oohing and ahhing at everything–Fanny and Mrs. Shaw become the best of friends.

***

Fanny’s retreat from Milton to London was also tacitly arranged by John and Margaret to give Hannah Thornton and Dr. Cameron Ogilvy some uninterrupted courting time together in Milton.  And for a time, John’s plan seems to be succeeding as Cameron and Hannah’s romance progresses with dinners and attendance at concerts since they may court without acquiescing to other peoples’ schedules–but for Dr. Ogilvy’s patients’ needs–and wishes.

It is several days after Christmas, on Saturday, Dec. 28th, that Dr. Ogilvy escorts Hannah Thornton to their second dinner and their second outing–this time to a ballet [(6)] performance–and then a late supper when the realities of him being a doctor surfaces.  They had just taken their seats again in their box at the concert hall after the intermission–them having enjoyed the first part of the Sleeping Beauty ballet enormously–that a theatre footman requests to see Dr. Ogilvy in the hallway.  Dr. Ogilvy returns with the news that a child patient of his has broken her arm and is waiting at his offices now with her parents.

Dr. Cameron Ogilvy:  Dr. Ogilvy [(7) right] smiles warmly at Hannah Thornton–hoping for DrOgilvy-isGrahamMcTavish-at--the-hobbit-uk2012-premiere-10_Dec2413digitalspycom-sizedher understanding.  Then he exclaims. “Ach!   I am sorry, me dearrr Hannah.  But a wee child has probably brrroken her arrrm and I must tend to herrr.  I will have my  carrriage drrriverr rrreturrrn you home to Thorrrnton Manorrr.  Then I will head back to me office to tend to the child.”  He looks at her apologetically.

Hannah Thornton:  “Nonsense!   No need to make the child wait in pain.  We will go to your kinopoisk.ruoffices first so you can tend to her.”  She states matter of factly. “Then we can return to my home for a light supper as we planned for after the ballet.”  She [(8) right] smiles sweetly.

Cameron: “I thank ye forrr underrrstanding, me dearrr.”   He smiles broadly at her.

Then they gather up their programs and wraps and head to their waiting carriage and then to Dr. Ogilvy’s medical practice building in the center of town.  His offices are on the first floor and he lives on the second floor.  Striding into his offices, he meets the mill worker family, the Dillard’s with their eight year old son Roland, their six year old daughter Leanna, their injured four year old daughter Lissa, and their 1 year old toddler son Timmy.  The whole family works at Marlborough Mills. And Hannah is shocked to recognize them–due to their child’s plight.

Mr. Dillard: Mr. Dillard wrings his worn and dirty cap in his hands.  “Dr. Ogilvy, We are so sorry to disturb your and Mrs. Thornton’s evening.”  Mr. Dillard bows his head to Mrs. Thornton and she nods her head curtly.

Mrs. Dillard: “But our Lissa is in such pain, please help her.”  She pleads.  Mrs. Dillard darts a look of concern at Mrs. Thornton.

Lissa:  “It hurts!” Lissa wails through her tears while lying on the doctor’s examination table.

Dr. Ogilvy: “Ach!   Of course, ye should have sent forrr me!  Now let’s see what we have here.”  He says as he gently cuts away the lower sleeve of the child’s blouse since trying to remove it from her normally would have caused her too much pain.  He notes that her lower arm is bruised, and painful to his touch.  “The bones are only a wee bit out of alignment and the skin is not pierced, so it looks like a simple frrracturrre.  I will still have to set it, though, to keep it immobilized while she heals.  How did it happen?” He asks the parents while looking up at them.

Mr. and Mrs. Dillard look warily at Dr. Ogilvy, then at Mrs. Thornton.  They remain silent.  Mrs. Thornton looks at the Dillards with a perplexed frown, wondering what they can be about.

Mrs. Thornton: “Come now, the doctor only wants to help.”

The doctor also looks at the Dillards.  Then their eight year old son speaks up.

Roland:   “It twere the looms at Marlborough Mills.”  Both Dr. Ogilvy and Hannah Thornton look questioningly at the boy.

Mrs. Dillard: “Hush!” His mother says fearfully, for they cannot afford to lose their jobs at the mill.  His father glowers at him.

Mrs. Thornton: “No.  Let the boy speak.”  She says sternly to Mrs. Dillard.  Then she turns a kind face to the boy.  “Now, please tell Dr. Ogilvy how it happened.” He hesitates. She further encourages him. “It is alright, no one will lose their jobs.”

Roland: “But they should!  Lissa’s weaver is always teasing her about not catching enough fluff.”  For Lissa’s work at the mill is underneath the loom catching the waste cotton to be put back into the making of thread.  His parents hold their breath.

Dr. Ogilvy: “What do ye mean, Laddie?”

Roland: “Well, she tells Lissa to catch the fluff before it hits the ground.  And then the weaver even flips the shuttle to the next weave row [(9)] just as Lissa’s hand is near an end–almost like she’s trying to hit Lissa with it.  This time, Lissa’s  arm got hit with the shuttle.  That’s why her arm broke.”

Mrs. Thornton: “Oh my!   That is reprehensible!”  Hannah brings her hand to her mouth.

Mrs. Dillard: “Please Ma’am.  We wouldn’t have said nothing–but the doctor asked us to–for we need our jobs.”

Mrs. Thornton: Ashen faced to know that a child was purposely hurt in their mill, she says reassuringly to the Dillards.  “You will not lose your jobs.”

Dr. Ogilvy:  “We can discuss this later. I will give your daughter laudanum to sleep for a few minutes while I splint her arm for her–so she does not feel the pain of me setting it.  Then she will need to not use that arm at all for 6 to 8 weeks.  All but the child’s mother, please wait in the reception area.  You also, Mrs. Thornton.”  He says in a professional tone.

Mrs. Thornton: “Of course, Doctor.”  She says and shepherds the father and brother out to the waiting room

After Mr. Dillard and his other children and Mrs. Thornton sit in the doctor’s office reception area, they engage in small talk while Roland and Leanna play with their baby brother Timmy.

Mr. Dillard: “Thank you kindly for understanding, Mrs. Thornton, Maam.”

Hannah: “Of course!   But isn’t your injured daughter a little young to be working at the mill?”  She looks at him curiously.

Mr. Dillard: He winces.  “She is, Maam.  But when our littlest Timmy came along, someone needed to stay home with him. So Leanna at five years old then was old enough to do that–seeing as she had already been a good worker at the mill since she was four.”

Hannah:  “Since she was four?  I’ve never heard of such a thing!  I thought we had a rule that no child under 8 be allowed to work in the mill because of safety concerns?”

Mr. Dillard: “Yes Maam.  But with more mouths to feed now, we could not let them starve because of an age rule.  So we brought Lissa to work when she turned four and Leanna stayed at home to watch over Timmy.”

Hannah: “I see.” She stiffens austerely. Hannah Thornton remembers well the deprivation that her family faced for several years after her husband killed himself and John was taken from school to work at a drapers. She took in needle work so she could stay at home with her then four year old daughter Fanny.  But sometimes, they barely had porridge to eat and Hannah went without food on more than one occasion so that her children would not starve and have the sustenance to grow strong.   “Well, your daughter Lissa will have to convalesce at home for at least six weeks if she is to heal properly.”

Mr. Dillard: “I know that the doctor said that. But with Lissa not able to work at the mill, we have to send Leanna to the mill to not lose her place nor her wages. But Lissa can’t take care of Timmy with her arm being broke.”

Hannah: “No.” She frowns and she puzzles about it.  She wants to help this family, but she doesn’t want to appear soft–as if being soft were a bad thing. “  Let me think on it. Tomorrow is Sunday and the mill is closed.  Do you attend church?”  She asks with a raised eyebrow.

Mr. Dillard: “Yes maam.  We go every Sunday.  We sit in the back with the common folk.”

Hannah: “Very well.  See me after church services are over tomorrow.  Do you know which is my carriage?” She asks.

Mr. Dillard: “Oh yes, Mrs. Thornton, Maam!  It’s the fine shiny black one with the double M crest on it for Marlborough Mills.”

Hannah: “Good!  I will expect you to see me at my carriage.” Then an idea occurs to her–that the Dillard family are hungry now with their gaunt faces and thin worn clothing. “Wait here, please.”

Hannah Thornton stands and walks back to the examination room and taps on the door.  Dr. Ogilvy exchanges a few words with her and nods.  Then she walks to the back of the first floor and down the stairs to the kitchen.  There she finds a basket and goes through his larder and cold stores pantry–pulling out a half loaf of bread, some leftover chicken, a clutch of grapes, and a quart bottle of milk.  However her movements disturb Dr. Ogilvy’s housekeeper cook who rouses from her nearby bed to investigate, since her butler/valet husband is not with her to explain–him having let the Dillard’s into Dr. Ogilvy’s medical offices and him still standing in the foyer.

Housekeeper: “Why Mrs. Thornton!   Can I help you?” She asks in confusion–wondering why Mrs. Thornton is stealing food.

Mrs. Thornton: Glaring at the servant with a raised eyebrow, Hannah Thornton responds. “I have Dr. Ogilvy’s permission to make up a food basket for the patient he is seeing this evening.  Now! Do you have some coals that Dr. Ogilvy might spare as well to keep the child warm as she convalesces?”

Housekeeper:  “I will get you one from the bucket by the stove.”  She gestures and walks over to the stove, then holds out a small coal.

Mrs. Thornton: Frowning at the small coal, she orders. “That coal would barely keep a flame going–let alone, give off warmth.  Please put three medium sized coals in a bag and give that to me.”

When Hannah Thornton has the food and coals, she walks back upstairs and into the doctor’s receiving area where she sees the doctor just coming out and carrying the injured child with her arm now splinted but she is still rather sleepy due to the laudanum. Hanna hands the food basket to the mother and the coals to the father.

Hannah: “These food stuffs and coals are from Dr. Ogilvy … and I.”  She adds embarrassedly.  Her earlier insisting to Dr. Ogilvy that she will restock his larder.

Mrs. Dillard: “Oh thank you!  You are ever so kind.” She says in half surprise.  For kindness was not a description closely associated with the imperious Hannah Thornton.

Dr. Ogilvy: “But who will carry the child home?  They have far to walk and the weather is getting colder.”

Dr. Ogilvy looks at Hannah Thornton with tender eyes.  Having come this far in seeing to the family, she cannot let it go for naught.

Hannah: “We will return the Dillard family home tonight in my carriage.    Though, we may have to stop just outside of the Princeton District since the alleys are too narrow for my carriage.”  Dr. Ogilvy smiles warmly at her.

Mr. Dillard: “You mean it?  Saints be praised!   You are an angel, Mrs. Thornton.”  He says sincerely.

Hannah: “Thank you.  But I do not wish my largesse to be talked about.   I cannot help everyone.”  She intones firmly. Then she softens.  “But I can help little Lissa and your family tonight.”

Mr. Dillard: Then Mr. Dillard turns to Dr. Ogilvy.  “I do not have any money to pay you just now for our Lissa’s doctoring.  But if you have something you need done–wood chopped, snow shoveled–I would be happy to do that for you Sunday–until we get paid again.”  He twists his hand in his hand hopefully.

Dr. Ogilvy: “I thank ye.  But it rrreally isn’t necessarrry.  Mr. Thorrrnton has me on rrretainerrr to prrrovide medical carrre to his worrrkerrrs.”  Then seeing the man’s face has a prideful look about him.  “But, if ye could come tomorrow and shovel the front walk of the snow that falls overrr night, that would make it easierrr forrr otherrr patients in need to see me–and I would considerrr you to be doing me a grrreat serrrvice.”  Dr. Ogilvy suggests kindly.

Mr. Dillard: “Thank you, Dr. Ogilvy.  I will be back before church to do the snow shoveling!”  He smiles broadly.

The ride to the Princeton district is not long–thankfully so because with the Dillards having little access to water, they do not bathe regularly.  What water they are able to acquire, they use for drinking and necessary cleaning for Sunday church and such.  As the carriage stops at the Princeton District alley that Mr. Dillard says leads to their home, Mrs. Thornton offers a suggestion after the family exits the carriage and she leans out to speak to him.

Hannah:  “Mr. Dillard, I said I would offer you a suggestion to your dilemma tomorrow about your daughter Lissa not being able to work as she heals and you not wanting to lose her spot at the mill.”  He nods.   “I have reflected upon it and will give you my suggestion now.  She must heal for 6 to 8 weeks and she should rest quietly for at least the next two weeks.  My daughter is in London with my son John and his wife Margaret.  So I have no companion with me at present.  I propose that Lissa come to stay with me at Thornton Manor during these first few weeks of her convalescence as my paid companion and we will save her place at the mill for her.  Lissa will receive excellent care with Dr. Ogilvy stopping over from his Mill clinic office on days that he is there.  And you may visit her at your lunch breaks and at the end of the day before you go home.  In fact, your older daughter and the baby are also invited to be day time visitors at Thornton Manor–so that you may focus on your work at the mill and not worry.  But I say again, I want no one to know about this!”  She cautions them sternly.  “You may let me know your answer after church tomorrow.”

Mr. Dillard:  With eyes as wide as saucers, Mr. Dillard looks at his wife, who is as confused as he is.  Why is Mrs. Thornton being so kind to them?  He bows.   “We thank you, Mrs. Thornton, Maam.”  We will think upon your kind offer, and let  you know after church.”  He tips his cap to her.  Then he and the Dillard family depart for home down a narrow alley.

Dr. Ogilvy touches Hannah Thornton’s shoulder and she leans back into the carriage.

Dr. Ogilvy:  “That is verrry generrrous of you, Hannah, me Dearrr.”  He smoulders with love for this kind woman who has stolen his heart.

Hannah: She looks at him puzzled. “I don’t know why I did it. It is not like me at all.”

Dr. Ogilvy: “Ye arrre a kind and grrracious lady.” He bows his head to her in respect. Then he taps the carriage roof of the enclosed carriage to signal their driver.  “Drive on to Thornton Manor.”

Driver: “Aye, Sir.”  He tosses back over his shoulder.

Hannah:   “But no one thinks me kind.  Even I do not think that I am kind.”  She shakes her head in disbelief.  What has gotten in to her, she wonders?

Dr. Ogilvy: “And yet, Hannah me dearrr.  You werrre kind.”

Hannah:    “I cannot account for it.” She smiles sheepishly.  “But those children are so young.  And I think back to when we were struggling to survive after my husband’s death.  No one would help us–and Fanny was only four years old.  I can’t imagine putting her to work in a mill for wages.”  She shakes her head.

Dr. Ogilvy: “Aye.  The worrrld is a crrruel and harrrsh place at times.  Yourrr laddie John had told me some of yourrr trrravails and how you surrrvived.  Yourrr seeking to help little Lissa and the Dillarrrds is a testament to ye kind hearrrt.  And I’m prrroud of ye, me Dearrr.”   He smiles warmly at her.  He leans in closer to her.   “Might I be perrrmitted to kiss such a kind and grrracious lady?”

Hannah: “What?  Here in the carriage? ”  She looks at him with some astonishment.

Dr. Ogilvy:  “Aye. We have our prrrivacy with the currrtains drrrawn.”  He lifts up her small right hand and places a delicate kiss upon it.  Then he clasps her right hand in his right hand  and he pulls it to his chest–drawing her closer to him, while keeping his smouldering eyes locked with hers in a tenderly loving gaze.

Hannah: “Oh, Cameron!”

Hannah sighs, not realizing that her slightly open mouth now presents her lips to Cameron in a lovely oval, perfect for kissing.  And Cameron leans closer, tilts his head, and he kisses her.  This kiss is not like the delicate first kiss they shared–with their lips barely touching.   This kiss is tender and adoring as he firmly fits his lips to her lips, moving his lips in a circular motion. With Hannah leaning against his chest, his left arm encloses her in his embrace as they continue to kiss for several moments.  But again, Cameron stops kissing Hannah before his passions become too great to curtail, and he gentlemanly leans his face back from hers.  Hannah’s eyes flutter open  and they smile at each other.  Then Cameron kisses the tip of her dear sweet nose.  Hannah blushes, for she has never had anyone kiss the tip of her nose before.

Dr. Ogilvy:  Then his eyes twinkling, Cameron changes the subject. “Now!  Since ye have emptied me larrrderrr, will ye be feeding me with a light supperrr as we planned?  I find that me appetite has grrrown considerrrably since watching the wee gerrrils twirrrl and hop up and down at the ballet.” He says facetiously.  “Ha ha ha ha ha!”

Hannah:  “Cameron!”  She mock admonishes him with a small knowing smile.

That evening Hannah Thornton shares a light supper with Dr. Cameron Ogilvy at Thornton Manor–and a suitably chaste goodnight kiss on her cheek that took all of his considerable restraint to muster, since he does not wish to overwhelm and frighten her with his passion.   After the good doctor returns home, Hannah and one of her maids go through the attic to pull out some of Fanny’s old children’s clothes and some cotton fabric scraps that she had saved from the end of the woven cotton bolts that they will make into wrappers for the baby.  They also begin to make ready a small guest room to accommodate the Dillard girl as an overnight guest and her siblings who will visit in the day time.

Later Hannah also pens a letter to her son John in London to apprise him of the situation–both the child’s injury and the cause of it being a malicious mill worker, as well as, her tending to the injured child for a few weeks.  So it is not until midnight that Hannah Thornton finally lays her head down on her pillow to rest in exhaustion from her very long day.  But she falls asleep with a smile on her face thinking about tomorrow–and wondering what her children and Margaret are doing in London.

To be continued with Chapter 15

“N&S:  JT Love Lessons”, Ch. 14 References, December 31, 2013 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #493)

1) “N&S:  John Thornton, Love Lessons” story logo:  Richard Armitageas John Thornton and Daniela Denby-Ashe in the 2004 BBC period drama North  & South, was found at  richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/nands/album/episode3/ns3-110.jpg ;  For more information about this wonderful 2004 BBC miniseries adaptation of Elizabeth’s Gaskell’s story North & South, visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_&_South_%28TV_serial%29

2) Fanny Thornton image is Jo Joyner in North & South 2004 (22h44m32s63-Dec2813) Gratiana LovelaceCap-crop-sized-clr

3) Crawling baby image used for Sholto was found at MS Office Clip  Art; and composited with this beautiful Aubusson rug replica from China that was found at http://www.absoluterugs.com/rug-images-small/aubusson-rug-eu26970-c.jpg

4) John image (mask, brt) composite is Richard Armitage  at   22h55m01s206  and background mask (clr) for Aunt Shaw’s parlor image at 2h52m15s105- Dec2813 Gratiana LovelaceCap-sized

5) Margaret is Daniela Denby-Ashe in North & South Epi4 _17h49m20s188_Nov1013 Gratiana Lovelace Cap

6) For history and information about ballet, visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballet

7) Dr. Ogilvy image is Graham McTavish at the 2012 The Hobbit:  An Unexpected Journey London Premiere found at http://i2.cdnds.net/12/50/618×829/movies-the-hobbit-uk-premiere-10.jpg

8) Hannah Thornton is Sinead Cusack in the BBC’s 2004 drama North & South Dec2413GratianaLovelaceCap  (17h03m28s183)-Manip1-crop-brt

9) Flying Shuttle Loom mechanization :  “The ends of the shuttle are bullet-shaped and metal-capped, and the shuttle generally has rollers to reduce friction. The weft thread is made to exit from the end rather than the side, and the thread is stored on a pirn (a long, conical, one-ended, non-turning bobbin) to allow it to feed more easily. Finally, the flying shuttle is generally somewhat heavier, so as to have sufficient momentum to carry it all the way through the shed.

In manual operation, a cord runs to each box from a handle held by the operator.….”  For for more information, visit  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_shuttle

Link to Previous Ch. 13:
https://gratianads90.wordpress.com/2013/12/29/ns-john-thornton-love-lessons-ch-13-dr-ogilvy-joins-the-thornton-christmas-celebrations-december-29-2013-gratiana-lovelace-post-491/

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About Gratiana Lovelace

Gratiana Lovelace is my nom de plume for my creative writing and blogging. I write romantic stories in different sub genres. The stories just tumble out of me. My resurgence in creative writing occurred when I viewed the BBC miniseries of Elizabeth Gaskell's novel North & South in February 2010. The exquisitely talented British actor portraying the male lead John Thornton in North & South--Richard Crispin Armitage--became my unofficial muse. I have written over 50 script stories about love--some are fan fiction, but most are original stories--that I am just beginning to share with others on private writer sites, and here on my blog. And as you know, my blog here is also relatively new--since August 2011. But, I'm having fun and I hope you enjoy reading my blog essays and my stories. Cheers! Grati ;-> upd 12/18/11
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2 Responses to “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 14: After Christmas Visit to London Part 1, December 31, 2013 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #493)

  1. Dec. 31, 2013–And my Wattpad link for Ch. 14 is:

    http://www.wattpad.com/34042537-n%26s-john-thornton-love-lessons-by-gratiana#!p=1

    P.S. FYI. I’ll be off our holiday break and back to work on Thursday. So the pace of my posting story chapters and essays will slow down to about twice a week. Whew!

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  2. Pingback: “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 15 (PG-13): After Christmas Visit to London Part 2 (John & Margaret), January 03, 2014 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #495) | Something About Love (A)

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