Here's a little Patrick / Nicola exchange, if not quite Patrick POV--he plays less of a role in the Twelfth Night party than I'd thought.
‘My dear Nicola!’ Patrick somehow gave it the inflection of Hornblower, and she giggled.
‘Have you been drinking?’
‘Why? Are you going to have me lashed to the grating and flogged?’
‘Not before we’ve had this dance, I hope—’
‘Nicola Marlow, did you just ask me to—’
‘Certainly did. I’m not afraid of a k/b, you see, unlike some folk I could mention.’
‘You hussy. I thought you’d never.’
They were revolving slowly in waltz time, Nicola half-listening to Patrick’s acerbic commentary on the night—it was being a rather smashing party, actually, and there was still half an hour to go before Sir Roger—when she heard arrythmic steps behind her and felt a tap on her shoulder.
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Date: 2014-02-15 06:02 pm (UTC)‘My dear Nicola!’ Patrick somehow gave it the inflection of Hornblower, and she giggled.
‘Have you been drinking?’
‘Why? Are you going to have me lashed to the grating and flogged?’
‘Not before we’ve had this dance, I hope—’
‘Nicola Marlow, did you just ask me to—’
‘Certainly did. I’m not afraid of a k/b, you see, unlike some folk I could mention.’
‘You hussy. I thought you’d never.’
They were revolving slowly in waltz time, Nicola half-listening to Patrick’s acerbic commentary on the night—it was being a rather smashing party, actually, and there was still half an hour to go before Sir Roger—when she heard arrythmic steps behind her and felt a tap on her shoulder.