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Male | 28 y/o | Barrister | Esquire & gentleman | 4k a year
Politely put Garaile wasn't meant to meet with the client. As a barrister he wasn't supposed to involve himself, other than focus on pleading, to better his chances as an objective and independent party. The solicitor that had engaged him said it was part of the strategy, however, and so Garaile could only show up, hoping that what the solicitor had told him was true and worth the while. However, the intimate way in which the baroness called him by his first name and only his first name after a summon for tea at her place, followed by the faces of a couple of young ladies from the gentry ranks, accompanied with some peers who were still bachelors, Garaile understood the whole other meaning of his invitation and introduction.
"Garaile, how lovely!" the baroness had called as Garaile met her with a smile, a press of his lips against her head as he bowed and straightened himself for the rest in the room. "Garaile Scriven, esquire. A newly appointed barrister," the baroness had introduced him, easily and casually as if he wasn't her barrister, as if she had no reputation-ruining case hanging onto the frocks of her skirts because of the petty woman she was.
"What an uncommon name," one of her friends had remarked upon, which was the opportunity the baroness had been waiting for. For while Garaile's occupation and his income made him a desirable match his history did not, and the baroness couldn't wait to reveal that.
"French, my dear," she started off and Garaile only made a polite nod, not bothering to intervene as he watched the eyes of the young ladies grow dazed a little, their interest in him a little fading just as he wanted it to be, "only his father, however. A successful merchant now on our English shores, so no worries for that. Right, Garaile, you have never been to France, have you?" The inquiry was less than subtle as Garaile wondered how anyone was fooled by this so-called charity of the baroness, his head tilting to the side with a jovial twitter followed by a 'non' for Garaile did need to allow himself some quality of humour these tramps wouldn't allow him to have otherwise.
"A bachelor as well," the baroness nudged, whispering to the rest about the size of his income and other details that were of interest within a match. Eyes lit up once more as these details were intimated and hope relit again. However, the fact that the baroness didn't bother to introduce any of the ladies present now to him said enough. The baroness simply did not think him suitable for any of the fine ladies invited today. It only meant that, amongst the many unfortunate souls searching, there was someone the baroness thought even less of.
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