Chapter 81 blueprint

London, December 1902 Bobby.Murray was standing on the front steps of Lefevre's mansion, with a leather briefcase in his hand and a large backpack at his feet.She rang the doorbell a dozen times back and forth, interspersed with a series of loud knocks, although she could actually hear the doorbell echoing through the house. When the door finally swung open, Chandrash himself was standing behind it, purple shirt untucked, holding a piece of crumpled paper. The last time I saw you, you were smaller, he said, looking all the way from her boots to her combed-up red hair, and there were two of you then.

My brother is in France.Poppy picked up his backpack as he spoke, and followed Chandrash into the house. The golden elephant head sculpture in the lobby needs a varnish.The house was in disarray, or rather, a certain comfort and disorganization inherent in a house filled from floor to ceiling with antiques, books and works of art, developed to the extreme. status.It wasn't as bright as it had been when she and Weggy ran down the corridors chasing the orange cat, when they weaved among the rainbow-colored guests, and it felt like ages ago. What's wrong with your staff?she asked as they climbed the steps.

I fired a bunch of people, Chandrash said: They were so useless, they couldn't even keep a single thing in order.I just leave the chef.It's been a long time since we've had a dinner party, but at least they know what they're doing. Poppy followed him through the colonnaded passage to his study.She'd never been in the room, but she suspected it wasn't always covered with blueprints and sketches and empty bottles of brandy. Chandrash wandered across the room, adding crepe paper to the stack on the chair, and stared idly at a set of blueprints hanging by the window. Poppy moved the books, the antlers, and the carved jade turtle off the table to make room for the briefcase.She left her backpack on the floor nearby.

Why are you here?Chandrash turned to look at Poppy, as if he had just noticed her presence. Poppy snapped open the briefcase on the desk and pulled out a thick stack of papers. I need a favor from you, Chandrash.she says. What are you busy with? I want you to sign off on ownership of the circus.Bobby found the pen among the clutter on the table, and tested whether the ink was flowing smoothly on the shredded paper. The point is, that circus never belonged to me.Chandrash grunted. Of course it's yours, said Poppy, drawing a swirling P, which was your idea.But I know you don't have time to take care of it, so I think it might be the best policy for you to give up your status as an owner.

After thinking for a moment, Chandrash nodded and went to the table to read the entire contract. You have Aiden and Leni listed here, but no Aunt Padwa.He read it carefully and said. I've spoken to all of them, Poppy said: Mrs Padwa doesn't want to be involved, but she's confident that Miss Burgess can take up her role. Who is Mr. Clark?Chandrash asked. He's a very dear friend of mine, said Poppy, with a soft blush warming his cheeks, and he'll take good care of the circus. When Chandrash saw the end of the document, she handed him the pen. After signing his name in shaky cursive script, he casually dropped the pen on the table.

I can't express my gratitude in words.Poppy dried the ink before putting the deed back in the briefcase.Chandrash waved his hand lazily, not taking her words seriously, and walked back to the window to stare at the large piece of blue documents hanging above. What are these blueprints for?asked Poppy, after closing his briefcase. These plans were given by Aiden, and I don't know what to do with them.said Chandrash, waving his arms at the plethora of papers. Poppy took off his coat, draped it over the back of a chair by the table, and looked at the blueprints and sketches, some hanging on racks, some pinned to mirrors, paintings, and in front of windows.Some showed complete rooms, others showed parts of external buildings or elaborate archways and halls.

She walked over to the dartboard, where a silver knife had been poked into the patterned cork, the blade stained darkly.As Poppy walked on, the knife disappeared, but Chandrash didn't notice. It was originally used to renovate the house. She walked around the room, and he said: but they just can't be carried. It was a museum, Poppy said, mentally comparing the pieces and seeing how they would echo the buildings she had seen in the astrology.Although the current order is completely out of order, they are indeed right.She pulled down one set of blueprints, exchanged them with another set, and arranged them one by one according to the story.Not this building, she explained, as Chandrash looked at her curiously, but another new one.She put a series of doors, which might serve as alternative versions of entrances and exits, on the ground one by one, so that each door leads to a different room.

Chandrash had a big smile on his face as she watched her rearrange the floor plan and begin to understand what she was doing. He himself made adjustments to the pockmarked Prussian blue paper to echo her arrangement, with rows of curved bookshelves surrounding replicas of ancient Egyptian temples.The two sat on the ground, busy combining rooms, halls and stairs. Chandrash started calling for Marco, but stopped immediately. I keep forgetting that he's gone, he said to Bobby: He left suddenly one day and never came back.I didn't even leave a note. People who are always used to taking notes should leave a note.

I'm sure leaving wasn't something he planned in advance, Poppy said, and I know he's regretting not getting settled here first. Do you know why he left?Chandrash looked up at her and asked. He left to talk to Celia.Bowen is together.said Bobby, unable to hold back a smile. ha!Chandrash exclaimed: I didn't expect him to be so secretive, congratulations to them.Let's toast. Toast? That's right, no champagne.said Chandrish, pushing aside a pile of empty brandy bottles and laying out another long line of sketches on the floor.Let's find a room and dedicate it to them.Which do you think they will like?

Poppy flicks through blueprints and sketches.There were several she thought they would each or both like.She paused before the drawing of a circular windowless room, the only source of light being the light from the glass carp pond above.Quiet and intoxicating. This room.she says. Chandrash picked up the pencil and wrote along the edge of the paper: To M.Alistair and C.Bowen. I can help you find a new assistant, Poppy offered: I'll be in London for a while. I will be very grateful, my dear. Poppy's large backpack, which was on the floor nearby, suddenly thumped softly and fell to the side.

what's in the bagChandrash asked, eyeing it somewhat in horror. I brought you a present.said Bobby cheerfully. She straightened the bag, opened it carefully, and pulled out a little black cat, with white spots on its legs and tail, as if it had been dipped in whipped cream. Its name is Ella, Poppy told him: when you call it, it will come.It knows some tricks, but most of the time it likes being loved and sitting in front of the window.I think you might enjoy its company. With gentle movements, she lowered the cat to the ground and rested her hand on top of it.The kitten meowed softly, stretched up on its hind legs, and licked Poppy's fingers before turning its attention to Chandrash. Hello, Ella.He said. I will not give you back your memory.Poppy looked at Chandrash and said the kitten was trying to crawl into his arms.Even if I tried, I don't know if I could do it, but Weggie probably could.At this point in time, I don't think you need more memory to burden you.I guess it's better to look forward than to look back. What are you mumbling about?Chandrash asked, picking up the kitten and scratching behind its ears.The cat purrs. It's all right, Poppy said: Thank you, Chandrash. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. As soon as her lips touched Chandrash's skin, Chandrash immediately felt better than he had been in years, as if the last mist was no longer hanging over him.His mind is clear, the many plans of the museum are cohesively formed, and the conception of future plans is coordinated with each other, which seems to be completely within the scope of his ability. Chandrash and Poppy spent hours sorting out blueprints and adding to them, creating new spaces filled with antiques, art, and visions of the future. When they were immersed in their work, the black and white kittens playfully patted the rolled up paper.