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(Message started by: Vikki on Jan 13^th, 2004, 1:21am)

Title: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 13^th, 2004, 1:21am

Restarted for length!

Links are:
part 1 (http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/danceratcs.html)
part 2 (http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/A%20dancer%20at%20the%20CS.htm)
part 3 (http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/danceratcs3.html)
part 4 (http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/csdancer4.html)
part 5 (http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/csdancer5.html)
part 6 (http://members.lycos.co.uk/thecbb/csdancer6.html)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part SevenRestarted for l
Post by KB on Jan 13^th, 2004, 1:22am

Oh, good! So much space for more!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lesley on Jan 13^th, 2004, 9:39am

Now there's all this space Lisa will post more story, won't she? Pretty please?

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 13^th, 2004, 10:00am

on 01/13/04 at 09:39:33, Lesley wrote:

Now there's all this space Lisa will post more story, won't she? Pretty please?

Nothing against yibble, but we'd like more drabble, please, please.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part SevenRestarted for l
Post by Chloe on Jan 13^th, 2004, 4:21pm

on 01/13/04 at 01:22:31, KB wrote:

Oh, good! So much space for more!

Space for more story, please Lisa ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 13^th, 2004, 9:36pm

Oops, didn't I specify what should go here? Silly me! ;)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa_T on Jan 13^th, 2004, 10:36pm

Lisa, where are you? It'd be EVER so nice if you could come and give us just a LEETLE bit more. Please? Don't worry about the marking/ planning/ IEPs/anything else/ delete as appropriate. This is much more important! ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 13^th, 2004, 10:48pm

A case of 'do as I say, not as I do', eh, Lisa? ;)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa_T on Jan 13^th, 2004, 11:06pm

I posted yesterday! *sulks*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 13^th, 2004, 11:16pm

And you think that will satisfy us? Hah!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 14^th, 2004, 1:52am

*hopes Lisa is okay, as her lack of posting is very unusual!!*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 14^th, 2004, 1:58am

Is that sarcasm, Vikki?

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 14^th, 2004, 2:29am

No, it was concern!! Lisa usually posts pretty regularly! (as in several times a day!!)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 14^th, 2004, 2:40am

Oh, was it? Okay then.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 14^th, 2004, 2:45am

I'm hurt that you have such a hard time believing me capable of concern!! :'(

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 14^th, 2004, 3:15am

Not at all! I believe you! Honest!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 14^th, 2004, 11:04am

I know how you meant it, Vikki *huggles*
Had a hospital appointment yesterday, part of this ongoing lergy I'm suffering from, and felt wiped out, so had a break for a day! Am writing the next installment now though! Can't believe I'm getting near the end! :-/

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 14^th, 2004, 11:17am

So did I! Why does everyone doubt me?!
And *huggles* to Lisa, as you seem to need them! :-*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 14^th, 2004, 12:03pm

Wow!

*emotionally exhausted*

I'm actually quite glad I didn't have my laptop and therefore missed the cliff-hangers!

Powerful, powerful stuff, Lisa, especially when you get to read so much at once - congrats!

Looking forward to more .......................................

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Carolyn P on Jan 14^th, 2004, 12:23pm

Wow, I had missed the last few posts on this thread and have just discovered them. That must have been so emotionaly draining to write, no wonder you haven't posted any more yet.

Please let us have the end of the story as soon as you are recovered enough to do so.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 14^th, 2004, 2:37pm

*huggles for Lisa and hoping the lergy is over soon!*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Susan on Jan 14^th, 2004, 3:38pm

More huggles for Lisa - hope you feel better really soon.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 14^th, 2004, 4:15pm

Thanks, y'all!
*realises this is probably most difficult part of the drabble to write, it needs to finish well but that in a way that will keep readers interested until the end!*
I'm OK - here is some more:

********************
Much later that night when Jack was relating this to Joey, he remarked that he thought Amelia may have recognised her parents’ arguing, ‘and that’s what roused her!’ he joked. Joey looked solemn.

“It’s not going to be plain sailing though,” she observed. “There’s a lot of water needs to pass under the bridge before they can come up smelling of roses.”

“Mixed metaphors!” said Jack severely. “And you a writer! But I know what you mean. And between you and me, I think something in Amelia’s and her Father’s relationship has died. She looked right through him! She really does not seem very strong, either; I’m going to need to make enquiries up at the school and find out what Matey has been doing to let one of her charges get into that state!”

Miss Annersley stretched out from her desk with a sigh, tilting the chair a little as she did. It was past twenty three o’clock, and she had had an extremely busy day, as she had needed to attend to such matters that had been postponed due to Amelia’s absence. Hilda smiled wryly as she capped her ink pen. At last she felt that she had managed to get ‘up to date’ as Joey would say. The postponed interviews had been conducted and after reflection she had just finished writing the offer letter to the penultimate candidate she had seen that day. She wouldn’t pass it on to Rosalie for typing because it would only delay an already stretched deadline, and besides, mused Hilda, it added the personal touch to receive a handwritten letter. ‘Goodness knows in this day and age, enough are typed,’ she thought. Trying to decide whether she wanted the bother of making a cup of coffee or not, Hilda rose from her desk, tidying it, as she was a creature of habit, and left the office, switching off the electric light with a satisfying ‘click’.

Padding softly down the darkened corridor, the Head made her way to her room, deciding to go without the coffee. She knelt at the side of her bed in thankful prayer for some time, as she relived the telephone call that had come yesterday telling her firstly of Amelia’s discovery, and the one today from Jack at the San, informing her of her pupil’s progress. Fully intending to visit the girl early the following day, Hilda puzzled again over the conversation she had had with Meryl Bartram-Jones. It was clear that something had happened to make Amelia act in such an uncharacteristic and irresponsible way, and Hilda was just beginning to wonder whether the illness in the afternoon was as it appeared – and whether the two things were linked.

She felt that her head had hardly touched the pillow when her alarm clock rang shrilly on her bureau. Rising, Hilda prepared herself for another full day. She washed and dressed and went outside to look at the splendid Alpine landscape before her. Her eyes gazed over it and then turned towards the large white building in the distance. How inspirational that view must be to those unfortunates in the Sanatorium, she reflected. Although not that unfortunate as they were having the very best care, and God’s pure air which would prolong and improve the health of those it could not completely cure.

The rumbling sound of a motor car alerted her to Jack’s arrival, and she walked lightly over to where he pulled up, getting in in one smooth movement so that he did not have to leave the engine ticking over for more than a few seconds.

“Morning Hilda,” Jack greeted her, with his eyes on the road ahead. It was the first time they had been alone together since the ‘big row’ as Joey called it and he felt rather on edge. He eased the car into gear and then began her daily arduous ascension of the narrow winding road that led to the San. “Did you sleep well?” he snatched a glance at her, then looked back in alarm at the heavy shadows beneath her eyes.

“Oh don’t look like that, Jack Maynard!” Hilda said briskly. “Yes, I slept very well, I only wish there could have been more of it! You could hardly expect me to be looking as bright as a daisy when I’ve had all this worry! But I have completed all my outstanding affairs, and after today, things should return to normal.”

“Things often have a habit of refusing to be normal!” Jack observed dryly. “Hilda, may I have your permission to speak to some of the girls who share Millie’s dormitory? I’ll be speaking to Matey too, of course. I’m not happy with Millie’s general health, and think it may impede her recovery.”

Instantly concerned, Hilda gave her assent. “But do you think she’s been ill ‘under our noses’ – so to speak?” she asked at once.

“I’m not sure; that’s what I need to ascertain. Now I need to concentrate on my driving a bit here.” The conversation lapsed into silence, but inwardly both occupants of the car were relieved that it was a companionable one, free of any awkwardness that may have occurred.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 14^th, 2004, 4:26pm

Hurray for more story! :D

*shocked by Hilda's tilting ;)*
*impressed by Hiulda being up-to-date with her never-ending correspondence*
*pleased that there's no awkwardness between Jack and Hilda
*optimistic that Lisa will post again soon*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by xanthe on Jan 14^th, 2004, 4:33pm

Yay! yay! (and again, just to be quite clear, yay!)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 14^th, 2004, 5:14pm

Also making sure you have the right number of words, Xanthe!!!
More story please!!!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by LauraT on Jan 14^th, 2004, 5:20pm

Yay! More story later please! Am babysitting and will need inspiration! ::)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Chloe on Jan 14^th, 2004, 5:34pm

*applauds*

Thanks Lisa that's lovely :)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 14^th, 2004, 5:46pm

That was really good and must have been difficult to write. Love the way you get the detail in, like using European time *twenty three o'clock*.

Can I agree with the previous 5 posters - more please when you can!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 14^th, 2004, 5:57pm

Amelia had passed a good night in a deep and restful sleep, and when she awoke to her mother’s gaze that morning, she was able to raise her head slightly and sip some water. She lay her head back on the pillow and regarded her mother silently. Meryl, for her part, returned the gaze whilst speaking softly and reassuringly to her daughter, trying to hide her dismay at the sudden adult look about her face. She seemed to have aged, and her face was thinner and pale.

“Mummy – “ began Amelia.

“Hush dear, don’t try to talk. Save your strength now.”

“But, I need to –to tell you something,” Amelia was struggling to raise herself on her uninjured elbow, so her mother gave in.

“Very well, talk, but DON’T try to get up. And if I think you’re tired out, I will tell you to stop at once!”

A very faint giggle came from the girl in the bed at her mother’s tone and words. She had never heard her mother being this bossy before; it gave her a warm and protected feeling. Snuggling back down under the sheets, she took a deep breath and spoke softly.

“I know – what happened to Daddy,” she said slowly. Shocked, Meryl wisely decided not to say anything at that point, so waited for her next words. “I – heard it.” At this Meryl’s forehead creased into a quick frown. Her conversation with the Headmistress the night before had revealed that that lady had not yet had the opportunity to tell Amelia, but both women agreed that she must have had some sort of shock and this appeared to explain it. Amelia was trying to talk again, although the effort was already beginning to tell on her. “It’s OK. I know why you didn’t tell me.” She glanced at her glass of water, and Meryl helped her to sip at it. Then she resumed her speech: “Last night, I dreamt that he was here – in this room. But I hated him, Mummy. For what he did to us. There’s just us two now.” Amelia’s eyes were drooping, and Meryl stroked her hair as she drifted back into a healing sleep.

Once she was satisfied that her daughter was slumbering peacefully, Meryl arose with consternation on her face. Her eye attracted by the magnificent vista out of the window, she decided to wrap up warmly, and go and walk in the grounds a little. Leaving Amelia reluctantly, she blew a kiss over her shoulder, and alerted the Nurse sitting outside the room to the recent progress, before setting off to explore.

Due to the San’s position, there was not a great deal of scope for formal planned gardens, but a section had been levelled so that patients could be brought out in wheeled chairs to take some air occasionally. Being winter, the grounds were empty of everything except snow, and Meryl gulped in deep breaths of the clean air. ‘It’s like champagne!’ she said to herself, as she filled her lungs. She wandered along, kicking the slush up a little as she went. Was it just being here that made her feel young again? She stopped and looked across to the distant Jungfrau, rising out of the mist proudly like a phoenix. Reflecting on that simile for a moment, she smiled as she considered how it could be a metaphor for her own life, if she would only take the chance to change it. The words of the psalm came to her as she murmured: “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.” Standing there, on the edge of the grounds of that large hospital, and looking out over the wild meadows, Meryl made her peace with the God she had felt abandoned by, and saw in her experiences something of his steady presence. Rest and care had strengthened her health and mind, and having Amelia restored to her felt like a second chance. As for Frederick – well, that was something to think about. ‘But one step at a time,’ the new Meryl told herself. She shivered and turned back towards the building, but did not want to go in just yet so instead followed a route which hugged the walls, availing herself of its protection. Following the path as it wandered behind a screen of fir trees, Meryl gave a delighted exclamation as she happened upon a hidden pond, fringed with minute alpine flowers and heathers, just putting their faces above the light dusting of snow that had made its way into the sheltered spot. A wooden bench was situated in such a way as to incorporate this view, but to obliterate any reminders of the hospital just yards away. Lowering herself on to the seat, first wiping at the powdery snow coating the seat with her handkerchief, she hummed softly and appreciated the simple beauty of the place.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 14^th, 2004, 5:59pm

After a while, Meryl became aware of something digging into her back. She wriggled, then putting her hand behind her back felt a plaque that had been fixed to the seat back. Turning, she traced the inscription with her fingers and read:
My beloved Grandmother Alice Cameron
Much missed by your
Freddy

The name rang a bell, and for a few seconds, Meryl puzzled at it until she recalled with a shock that Alice Cameron had been Frederick’s Grandmother’s name! No! She shook her head – it really was too fantastical that this plaque should represent those people. But then she pondered deeply. She had some suspicions that Freddy had resumed his visits to his Grandmother some years previously, but, hurt that he did not confide in her, she had said nothing. It would make sense that he would have seen her right – but then why here, in Switzerland? With a jolt, the answer came to her; Alice had required treatment here! Abruptly, Meryl stood up and walked back to the hospital. Her mind whirring furiously, she thought back over the financial struggles that they’d endured as a family. To her own surprise she cried out loud: “But why didn’t you tell me?” Suddenly, the years of secrecy and arguments over money made sense, or at least the reason behind them was clear. She stopped still. ‘But how did it all come to this?’ she thought. ‘We were married. Still are. Why didn’t he talk to me?’ Anger and confusion caused tears to pour down her face, even as a voice whispered in her head that she had never talked to him either. Trying desperately to face up the truth; her therapy sessions with Dr Rymer had taught her that much, she forced herself to accept that the exciting elopement had become a marriage with shaky foundations, in which neither partner truly communicated their feelings.

“Oh, Mrs Bartram-Jones, there you are!” A figure left the French patio doors of the San and came towards her. Hastily, she scrubbed at her eyes with a rather grey handkerchief, and then turned a smile of welcome upon Miss Annersley as that lady approached her.

“I trust you are feeling well, this morning?” the Head enquired kindly. “Dr Maynard has just run me up from the Gornetz Platz, and I haven’t yet partaken of Fruhstuck – that is,” in some confusion, “breakfast!” she added laughing. “Please say you’ll come and join me for some rolls and coffee?”

She waited for Meryl’s assent, and then slipped her arm into the other’s before the two women went back into the building together.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 14^th, 2004, 6:03pm

Thank you Lisa!!! Looking forward to the rest, as soon as possible.......

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Chloe on Jan 14^th, 2004, 6:06pm

Yay thanks Lisa lots of great long posts :)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 14^th, 2004, 6:13pm

Lots more please, as soon as you can manage it!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 14^th, 2004, 6:44pm

Lovely! More, when you can, Please

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa_T on Jan 14^th, 2004, 6:49pm

I like the line about the brekkie! More please!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Toria on Jan 14^th, 2004, 6:57pm

This is brilliant Lisa, the tension is continuing to mount.

P.S MORE STORY PLEASE!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by catherine on Jan 14^th, 2004, 8:29pm

Lovely, Lisa, thank you! Looking forward to more as soon as you get the chance.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 14^th, 2004, 8:50pm

*begins to conduct the chant*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Carolyn P on Jan 14^th, 2004, 9:53pm

That was brilliant Lisa, as ever.

Thanks, and more please ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 14^th, 2004, 10:19pm

And here I was thinking it might almost be finished! Pshaw! Guess not!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Sarah_K on Jan 14^th, 2004, 11:52pm

Glad to see Meryl a little stronger!

I'm really very hooked on this now you know... ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 14^th, 2004, 11:59pm

It's very addictive, isn't it?

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Kathy_S on Jan 15^th, 2004, 6:07am

Great progress, Lisa! Still rooting for Amelia’s recovery, of course – and love the Grandmother’s gravestone twist.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 15^th, 2004, 7:40am

*begins the chant*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 15^th, 2004, 9:05am

*running out of superlatives for this story* :D

More please, Lisa - you are very adept at holding our attention!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 15^th, 2004, 10:15am

*offers Rachael a thesaurus*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 15^th, 2004, 10:49am

Thanks, KB!!

Lisa - this story is ...
*takes deep breath*

awesome, breathtaking, creative, dramatic, entertaining, fabulous, great, herculean, incredible, jaw-dropping, kudos-inspiring, labyrinthine, magnificent, nerve-racking, omnipotent, phenomenal, quaint :-/, radiant, staggering, tremendous, unrivalled, valued, wonderful, x-cellent ;), yummy :-/ and at its zenith!

Phew!

*tosses thesaurus back to KB*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 15^th, 2004, 10:54am

You're very welcome. *catches thesaurus*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:00am

The yibbling is very entertaining, but please could we have more story?

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:03am

*agrees that more would be lovely*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:10am

*seconds the agreement that more story would be lovely*

;)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:14am

*hopes Lisa is paying attention*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:33am

*follows yibbling with great interest - decides it could be more entertaining than story*

KB, do I take it from your first post on this page that you wish the story was over? ;) Don't worry, it soon will be. I'm just trying to resist the temptation to rush the last bits. But it's getting ever closer - I still think I may finish by tomorrow, if I do a lot of writing and posting!

Rachael - Thanks for all the superlatives! (You missed out smashing, wizard, tophole etc - or is that because you're a good CS girl who doesn't use slang?)

***********************
There was much excitement in IVA that afternoon, when Mdlle Lachennais’ needlework class was interrupted by Miss Dene with a request for some of the girls to come to Miss Annersley’s office. It was the first lesson back after the half term trip, so the girls were surprised at the disturbance. Raising their eyebrows expressively as each other, the members of Millie’s dormitory, headed by Isabel, followed Miss Dene’s clicking heels along the corridor.

“But, Miss Annersley’s not here today,” whispered Frankie to Connie under her breath.

“P’raps we’re all to be allowed to visit Millie,” said Connie optimistically, and too loudly. Miss Dene turned her head back and gave Connie a look that quelled her.

“Hsst, you idiot!” murmured Isabel. She looked grave, and with a shock, Frankie realised the thoughts that were crossing her mind. She gave the dormy prefect’s arm a squeeze.

“Oh, it won’t be that, Is. Millie was making progress,” she said uncertainly. Isabel just clamped her lips together as Miss Dene knocked on the door, and they all filed in to Miss Annersley’s office. To their surprise, a man occupied the large high backed chair and the girls gasped as he swung round to show himself as Jack!

Isabel went pale. Then she ran forwards and threw herself on him: “Oh, Doctor Jack!” she sobbed, “you’ve come to tell us that Millie has died, haven’t you? And it’s all my fault!”

Jack took her by the shoulders and gave her a gentle shake. “Now stop that nonsense at once!” he commanded. “I’ve come to tell you nothing of the sort, so you can get that idea out of your head now!” Shocked by the response, Isabel quickly regained control, and flashed a watery embarrassed grin at the others. Jack was puzzling over the last part of her comment, however, and his quick eyes noted that Isabel certainly looked under some sort of strain. He turned his most charming smile on Miss Dene.

“Rosalie, would you mind ever so taking these girls to the Speisesaal for a Kaffee while they wait. I just need to speak to Isabel for a moment.”

Rosalie tutted, but melted at the wink Jack gave her. She never could resist his boyish charm, and so gave in with seemingly bad grace. “Oh very well, although what Miss Annersley would say about this I don’t know,” she muttered as she led the girls back out of the room. In the Speisesaal the four girls looked at one another.

“Well! And just what was that all about, I’d like to know!” exclaimed Frankie.

Back in the Head’s office, Jack had invited Isabel to sit down. She blew her nose rather self-consciously and then looked shyly at the Doctor, who was grinning at her.

“Have you calmed down now?” he asked. “You really mustn’t let your imagination run away with you. Now tell me what you’ve been worrying about. And what is this nonsense about it being your fault – it isn’t, you know.”

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:40am

Isabel sniffed miserably. “I’ve been a – a rotten dormy pree,” she began, slipping into slang to try to express herself adequately. “I knew that Amelia was up to something but I didn’t report her – or even try to properly have it out with her.” She went on to tell Jack about the morning she had awoken early to discover that Amelia had been in the bathroom and left it in such a mess. “I knew she wasn’t well, but she begged me not to tell, as she didn’t want to miss the Interlaken trip,” she explained. “But she was also acting guiltily and I was curious. The next few mornings I kept waking up early too, and I thought perhaps my sleep pattern had been disturbed. But I – I looked under her pillow yesterday morning and she had an alarm clock there. It was set for four forty five!”

Jack sat back in amazement. Why had Amelia been rising at that time every morning? No wonder she didn’t have much by way of reserves of strength to draw on now. It also explained her thinness and pale appearance. The girls put in every effort at work and play at the Chalet School, but their rest was also carefully planned and strictly insisted upon. Many of the girls lived their lives under the shadow of the San, indeed a number of them had family members that were ill, or lost to the dreaded ‘white man’s plague’.

“Now listen,” he said gently to Isabel, who was twisting her handkerchief into a rag. “Yes, it would have been a good idea if you had reported this at the time, but it’s no good looking back now and regretting. Anyway, that is unrelated to whatever it was that caused Amelia to go off by herself and – “

“But that’s my fault too!” the miserable girl blurted out. “I told her that the mistresses let us go off independently – well they do, if we’re in groups, but certainly not during the evening! I forgot Millie hadn’t been to boarding school before, but I’d have thought her common sense would have told her – “ Isabel had started to cry again and Jack decided to bring the interview to an end.

“You’re quite right, her own common sense should have told her otherwise. Now look here, Isabel, you’re being quite selfish!” Jack’s words had the desired effect, and Isabel gulped, stopped crying and looked at Jack in astonishment. He continued brutally. “With all this crying and blaming yourself, you are going to make yourself ill, and how will that help anyone? You will be an extra to burden to Hil- I mean, Miss Annersley not to mention Matron. And blaming yourself like this certainly isn’t going to help Amelia, or be a good example to the others.”

“I – I hadn’t thought of it like that,” Isabel said softly, examining the bit of carpet under her feet.

“Well. Remember that you are still dormy pree – and I’m sure you have been a very good one – and your responsibility now is to be an example to the other girls. Remember what Miss Annersley always says – we’re bringing up girls, not spineless jellyfish!”

Isabel looked up at this and caught the twinkle in Jack’s eye. She grinned in spite of herself and nodded resolutely.

“That’s the spirit! Now go and join the others for – whoops! There’s the bell for Kaffee und kuchen. Tell them I won’t need to see them after all. And Isabel,” he paused while she looked back, one hand on the door knob, “thank you. You have shed some light on this for me.”

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:44am

on 01/15/04 at 11:33:31, Lisa wrote:

KB, do I take it from your first post on this page that you wish the story was over?

Of course not, goosey! I was hoping you'd take the hint that we wanted more - and you did!

I'm glad Isobel could see that she had been negligent in her actions. I feel very sorry for her though!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 15^th, 2004, 11:58am

It's allright KB, I was joking! Feeling in a cheeky mood cos story nearly over!!! (Keep saying that to wind everyone up!)
Teeny bit more:
***********
Jack regarded the closed office door thoughtfully for a moment, then he reached over the desk and calmly helped himself to Hilda’s private telephone. He dialled the number for Freudesheim and tapped his fingernails on the desk whilst waiting for someone to answer.

“Hello? Anna, it’s me. Is Joey around? What do you mean, she’s painting the dog? Well, tell her to come to the phone at once!” Jack frowned in confusion while he waited for his wife to come to the telephone. In the background at Freudesheim he could hear scufflings and panntings, amd eventually a breathless Joey answered.

“Joey? What on earth are you doing? Can’t I leave you alone for a day without you getting into a scrape? Painting the dog, whatever next?”

“It wasn’t me,” retorted the much maligned Joey, “Felix, the little rascal, put paint all over Bruno’s back, so I was painting over some turps to get rid of the paint before I give him a good wash. By the way, he’s been spanked and sent to bed.” She added, causing Jack to splutter wildly. “Jack, are you still there?”

Jack recovered himself. “Just don’t let Bruno lick at the turps – he’d be really ill.”

“Oh he won’t,” replied Jo complacently. “He couldn’t reach the paint in the first place. I’m not a total goop, you know!”

“Listen, I need your help. I have found out that Amelia had been rising at four forty five every morning, but I can’t imagine why.”

“Jack, after everything that’s happened I really don’t want to get involved,” began Joey, but then she stopped. “Jack, when she got up, did she stay in bed do you know, to read or something?”

“I don’t know, oh, wait – Isabel said that she found she’d been using the furthest bathroom once. Joey?” for it had gone very quiet on the other end of the telephone.

“This is what Hilda meant,” Jo said cryptically. “It has been my fault after all!” Exasperated by females who insisted on blaming themselves for everything, Jack tutted and spoke with restrained impatience.

“Will you just get to the point?” he demanded.

Sounding slightly hurt, Joey responded: “She’s been getting up early to practise – her dancing I mean. The bathroom would have given her the space. I’ll bet my bottom franc that’s what it has been!”

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 15^th, 2004, 12:01pm

Yes, poor Isabel - she seems to have an outsize in consciences, doesn't she, poor lamb!

This is so true to EBD, Lisa - excellent!
Loved the Bruno interlude!

Er ... apart from the Rosalie/Jack bit which I'm quite sure EBD wouldn't have written ... *shocked* ... but I loved it just the same and it made me giggle!!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 15^th, 2004, 1:20pm

I know, Rachael - I have tried to be absolutely EBD throughout but I couldn't resist the Rosalie /Jack bit! ;) I may edit it out when I finish if it's not quite in genre! But I do feel that Rosalie has the most downtrodden of lives - (she reminds me of Jane Eyre as in she has no real place - not a servant or child) she doesn't seem to have the respect of either a full member of staff or a pupil! I'd love to give her an affair with Jack! (who I kinda like - you may have noticed!) Maybe next drabble?!

What the heck am I on about? ???

Sorry - will stick to drabble as I'm rambling! (Some may say no difference there!)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 15^th, 2004, 1:53pm

TWO lovely episodes in my lunchbreak. I'm glad now I had a late lunch!

The whole thing is so in character that it's difficult to realise it's not one of the series by EBD! Love the Bruno bit - Oh, so Joey :)

Have to agree that the Rosalie bit wouldn't have been in there but, like you, I've always had a soft spot for her and enjoyed seeing her come to life instead of always being on duty.

Great! Now if you could see your way to another couple of episodes by around 6 pm that would suit me fine *smiles pleadingly* please (of course)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 15^th, 2004, 2:27pm

OK Pat, your wish is my command!
**********
The day at the San had passed peacefully. Earlier that day Hilda and Meryl broke their fast by sharing sweet bread twists and fresh Kaffee in the small speisesaal that served visitors and staff. The girl who brought the meal over apologised profusely for the delay.

“I’m so sorry, but we’re understaffed at the moment,” she explained, as she hurried away to a rather impatient looking couple at a nearby table.

The two women discussed Amelia and her progress for some time, before moving on to the more difficult subject of Frederick and his doings. Hilda found herself warming to Meryl in a surprising way; the busy Headmistress did not have a great deal of time to indulge in close friendships and she found that she had a respect building for this woman who had hitherto seemed to her rather weak. But she was right. Something had changed in Meryl and that lady felt a stronger sense of purpose and self-confidence building within her. At a natural break in the conversation, Meryl stirred her kaffee and then inclined her head towards the busy girl serving.

“Miss Annersley, do you think they want somebody?” she asked. “Oh yes please, I will have another cup.”

It took Hilda a moment to follow her new friend’s train of thought. “Oh, to work here, you mean? And do call me Hilda – all my friends do.” Meryl warmed; she had felt friendless for quite some time, with the exception of the kindly Mary Grant, but this lady was nearer her own age. Hilda was continuing: “and I should like to call you Meryl, if I may? Then, good! Yes, I think they would be looking for the opportunity to employ someone.” She looked closely at Meryl. “You’re thinking of applying?”

Meryl placed her coffee cup down so firmly on the table, a splash of coffee landed on the table. “Yes!” she declared with resolution. “You see, Miss – Hilda, I feel that God has given me a fresh chance – with Amelia I mean. There really is nothing for me in England, and I have fallen in love with this place. If I could work here, while Amelia continues her studies at the Chalet School, perhaps I could obtain a small chalet and she could spend holidays with me.”

“But, Meryl, you have been so ill dear; are you sure you’re fit enough to contemplate this sort of work and change in your life just now?”

“Yes, I do,” replied Meryl thoughtfully. “I feel so much better; even this morning I feel better than I have in – oh, years! This is just what I need. Something new, a slight challenge but also with a calming routine. It will be best for my health and for Amelia, too.”

Hilda smiled at the earnest woman and was satisfied. Glancing at her watch she gave an exclamation: “Oh, goodness! I must visit Amelia, and then there are some other patients I wish to see.”

“Is Dr Maynard taking you back down to the Platz?” enquired Meryl conversationally, as they left the dainty speisesaal and headed back to Amelia’s room.

“Hopefully, but he had some reports to attend to here, and then he was going to interview some girls at the school – Amelia’s friends, I mean. We’re still concerned that her general health isn’t what it should be, and we wondered of some of the girls may know any more about it.” She broke off at this point as they had arrived at Amelia’s room, and the Nurse was hushing them so as not to disturb the patient.

“Her father has been here for some time,” the Nurse reported, her eyes downcast, “but he seemed to upset the little girl, so I asked him to leave. I hope I have done right?” she looked beseechingly at the women, and Hilda, who knew her of old, immediately reassured her.

“Yes, yes, quite right, Mathilde. Perhaps he should not be permitted to be here alone?” she wondered, looking to Meryl. The latter was standing with an angry expression on her face, her eyes flashing. In a tight controlled voice she drew herself up and faced Hilda.

“Please stay here as long as you see fit,” she began, “I am going to go and see my husband, and have this out once and for all!”

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 15^th, 2004, 2:35pm

Oh good. Please don't do this behind closed doors. I want to know what she says to him!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Jennie on Jan 15^th, 2004, 3:10pm

Looking forward to the Meryl/Frederick encounter.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 15^th, 2004, 3:21pm

Haven't you had enough drama? Have sort of edged out of this one!

Jack, having completed his business at the school, coaxed his car to once again attempt the ascent to the flat shelf on which the Sanatorium was situated. He knew that he now needed to take a longer look at Amelia’s leg. ‘If she’s been overdoing her dancing on it, it won’t have healed properly,’ he thought with worry. He was running through all he knew about her and the current situation she was in when a figure rushed out in front of him! Biting back an exclamation, Jack swerved slightly to avoid the person, and narrowly missed crunching the front of the car against a large boulder. Anger and concern mixed in him as he leapt out to check on the figure who was cowering against a rock, right on the edge of a precipice.

“Frederick!” he cried in anger and relief. “What are you doing here? I nearly knocked you down! Why, what’s the matter? Is it Amelia?” Frederick looked up at Jack without recognition. Tears streamed down his face as he deliberately moved closer to the edge of the precipice.

“I should have done it,” he said in an odd voice. “I didn’t have the courage then, but I do now.”

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 15^th, 2004, 3:47pm

Lisa and PatMac - check out the archived drabbles for a Rosalie/Jack encounter - Rachel's magnificent "A Change for COn" .....

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Chloe on Jan 15^th, 2004, 4:52pm

*applauds, stamps feet*

Yay thanks lisa this is wonderful :)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 15^th, 2004, 5:05pm

I got home early (the weather is too foul and dark to take the dog across the moor where we usually walk), feeling a bit scratchy because a good walk is the breaking point between work and home and I enjoy it and I stumped downstairs to the computer and - there it was - lots of lovely drabble!

Nice that Hilda and Meryl are making friends. The staff are so isolated and close knit that I think it must sometimes be claustrophobic.

And now we have another cliff to wait on while Jack sorts out Freddie. Ah well, not complaining, there was lots there.

BIG Thank you.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by xanthe on Jan 15^th, 2004, 5:12pm

*doing the happy drabble dance*

thank you Lisa ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Carolyn P on Jan 15^th, 2004, 5:15pm

Thank you for all your hard work on this Lisa. I really look forward to seeing how it resolves.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 15^th, 2004, 5:57pm

Yay! Thanks Lisa!! Looking forward to more!!
Oh, and Xan, about this frequently performed 'happy drabble dance' of yours, are you going to give us a demo at the Gathering? ;)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by LauraT on Jan 15^th, 2004, 6:55pm

Oh NO! More please though!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lesley on Jan 15^th, 2004, 10:04pm

on 01/15/04 at 17:57:13, Vikki wrote:

Oh, and Xan, about this frequently performed 'happy drabble dance' of yours, are you going to give us a demo at the Gathering? ;)

Oh yes - looking forward to that Xanthe!!!

Lisa - this is wonderful - thank you so much!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 15^th, 2004, 10:14pm

*wonders just which method of revenge Xan will decide upon!!! :-/*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Kathy_S on Jan 16^th, 2004, 1:03am

No, not another precipice!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Susan on Jan 16^th, 2004, 1:36am

Lisa this is great. Really good. Waiting with eager anticipation to see the Meryl/Freddy encounter!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 16^th, 2004, 2:46am

on 01/16/04 at 01:03:06, Kathy_S wrote:

No, not another precipice!

This isn't a precipice, Kathy, this is full-blown cliff! And what a horrible place to finish it! Still, I can't wait to find out what happens next. I loved the scene with Bruno, too. ;)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 9:18am

Glad you all liked the Bruno bit - wanted to inject a bit of humour! I will tell you that there IS one death to come... :o

***************
Horrified, Jack realised that he had been right in Italy when he first thought that Frederick really needed help. Praying he would not be too late to help the man, Jack crouched gently beside him, whilst ensuring he did not appear to encroach on the shivering man.

“Come on, old chap!” he began, but Frederick was continuing to ramble.

“She told me - my Millie said – she hated me! She wished I was dead. She said there’s only space for her and Amelia. I thought I was leaving them with everything – but I left them with nothing!” He turned his face, made ugly with grief and rage, towards Jack and raised his voice. “But I got it all wrong! The two people I love most hate me! And I have caused them so much pain and hardship!” he broke into wracking sobs and Jack sat there alarmed and desperately trying to think of what to say.

“I’m sure they don’t – “ he began when Frederick interrupted him, shouting and raving:

“Oh really?” he demanded with heavy sarcasm, “then why did my wife just tell me she wanted a divorce?” He sagged suddenly, and Jack seized his chance and grabbed the man, who put up no resistance.

“Come on, into the car with you,” he instructed, his mind rushing ahead. He could take Frederick back up to the San, and see that he had a dose that would enable him to sleep. Hopefully, Frederick would be willing to see Dr Halstead again – although his colleague had reported to Jack the outcome of the last meeting which resulted in Frederick storming out, declaring he did not need a ‘quack’.

Having settled the weeping man in the passenger seat, Jack gritted his teeth and headed up on to his place of work as fast as he dared. This man needed treatment, and soon.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 9:18am

Sitting by Amelia’s bedside, Meryl was white and shaking, also suffering from the after effects of her argument with her spouse. She relived the scene in her mind, feeling shame at some of the things she had said, but a small glowing sense of achievement and self-worth. But now the worst of her anger was spent, she was beginning to regret some of the wicked words she had uttered. She could see that Frederick had no self respect left, and yet she had mercilessly continued, pointing out his faults, stressing just how desperate she had been, and, most of all she felt uncomfortably, telling him how he had ruined Amelia’s life. Throughout it all, the man had remained silent, and Meryl had worked herself up into a rage, despising his lack of energy to defend herself. How she wanted him to prove he was strong and just sweep all her protests away! But he had remained quiet, pathetic, just weeping to himself. She had mentioned her discovery about his grandmother, Alice, and how she now knew his money had been spent on her care and treatment, but still provoked no reaction – no righteous anger that she could argue against, no fuel to feed her fire of rage. Even when she called him a criminal, he had merely cowered before her, and eventually, spent, Meryl had fallen quiet herself. There was an agonising silence between them, broken only by the sounds of Frederick’s sobs. Finally, disgusted, Meryl had tried to goad him into a reaction by uttering those harsh words: “I want a divorce.”

She shuddered as she recalled the look on her husband’s face as she had said this. He had turned white, and his eyes reflected complete despair, before he got up and fled from the place.

Meryl leant forward as she noticed Amelia stirring, and smoothed her hair back from her face. She could see Frederick in her daughter, and pondered on the relationship the two of them had shared. It was within her power now to destroy that forever. But Meryl was not a vindictive woman. Her anger and hurt had spilled out, leaving her feeling empty inside, but with the realisation that she was the one to make decisions now. No, Amelia must not hate her father. Whatever happened between husband and wife, Meryl must see to it that her daughter had the chance to love both parents. She sighed. If only Frederick could do something to earn her respect once more; to remind her of the forceful character he had been when he defied his family’s wishes and fortune to marry the plain and penniless Meryl Jones. How had he become this shell of a man?

Unwillingly, her mind went back to the many occasions she had nagged him, blamed him, and had altogether been weak, clinging to him for help and protection. She sat up straight. ‘You fool, Meryl!’ she told herself. ‘Of course he wouldn’t confide in you. You couldn’t cope with anything, and your jealousy of his involvement with his family would have stopped him from telling you what was going on!’

“Feel – groggy,” Amelia suddenly announced from the depth of the bed, and Meryl glanced at her daughter’s face which was definitely showing a greenish tinge. She reached for the ceramic bowl and got it to Amelia just in time, as the girl was ill. Calling for the Nurse, Meryl felt the girl’s forehead, and was shocked to feel the hot dry heat there. The Nurse entered, looked grave and left the room, only to return a few minutes later with Dr Maynard, who had just returned. He looked harassed himself, but quickly gave Amelia his undivided attention. After tending to her, he straightened and turned to her mother.

“I was afraid of this,” he began. “Please, come with me to my office, while the dose takes effect.” She followed him in silence, and he resumed the conversation once they were seated in his small but comfortable room. “I have discovered this morning that for most of the term, Amelia has been rising before five in order to practise her dancing in secret.” Meryl stifled a gasp. “In doing so, she has put a strain on herself, which has left her with few resources for combating this illness. The shock of discovering the truth – “ he groped for words, “including the latest revelations about her father has affected her very deeply, and I’m afraid that she has a fever.”

“How – how bad?” asked Meryl, trembling.

“We can only wait and see,” said Jack grimly. “Wait, and pray that her temperature breaks and she emerges from this. We will need to cut her hair, I’m afraid, I assume you have no objection?”

“Of – of course not,” murmured Meryl, thinking of Amelia’s dismay when she awoke to find her beautiful blonde hair gone. If she awoke – but Meryl shook herself mentally. ‘You said you were the new strong Meryl,’ she told herself firmly, ‘now prove it.’ She rose with dignity and shook Jack by the hand. “Thank you Doctor,” she said with great control, “May I go and sit with her now?”

“You may want to have a rest yourself,” he observed, “Amelia will not wake yet, as the dose takes effect. It includes a cooling draft, to help take her temperature down, so she needs quiet.”

Nodding, Meryl exited the room and left Jack exhausted in his office. No sooner had he seen Frederick into the capable hands of Doctor Halstead, than his summons for Amelia had come. He now had various rounds to complete before he could run Hilda back to the school. Trusting to Providence, he gathered his papers and left the office.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 16^th, 2004, 9:27am

Ooh, lovely long posts - thank you, Lisa!

Bit worried about who's going to die though ... will it be Frederick or can Jack stop him?
Surely not Amelia herself?

:-/ :( :'(

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 16^th, 2004, 9:47am

Well, this has emphasised my dislike of Meryl, and I think for once Hilda's judgement of character is out. I'm glad to see Jack in control of things for once!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by LauraT on Jan 16^th, 2004, 11:05am

on 01/16/04 at 09:47:40, KB wrote:

Well, this has emphasised my dislike of Meryl, and I think for once Hilda's judgement of character is out.

omg! I really like Meryl! I just think she was a li-ittle too self-obsessed during her conversation with Frederick (is that his name?!) and a little lacking in forsight.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 11:16am

It's interesting seeing your difference of opinion about Meryl, KB & Laura - I'm trying to make her face up to things in her life, in an honest way. The big row with Fred has allowed her to get rid of all her hatred (let's face it, he had done some pretty bad things to her!) and now Amelia's illness should put things into perspective and she is ready to face up to her responsibilty in the relationship.

I actually feel that I'm liking Meryl more, and I think I tried to show that she is now well and stronger in Hilda's liking for her (as you picked up on KB) I worry that I've made Fred pathetic - after all, both parents have had break downs! But it's really great how you have both responded to her as a 'real' character!

OK - big news!! I intend to finish this today! There will be several installments to come yet though! :o

(And you'll have to wait & see who I kill off, Rachael! Oh, & thanks for the note about the Rosalie story ;D )

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Abi on Jan 16^th, 2004, 12:17pm

Wow :o The story has developed so much since I last checked up on it! It's wonderful Lisa, I'm kind of sad that it's coming to an end.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Nina on Jan 16^th, 2004, 1:20pm

Oooooooh! Really glad I'm home tonight cos I want to know how this ends. It's my favourite drabble right now, if I can only get on for a few minutes it's the first one I go for.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 1:34pm

Thanks Abi & Nina! Your support means so much!
**************
Frederick was much restored by a couple of nights’ good sleep and a number of sessions spent with Dr Halstead. The news about Amelia’s relapse had been kept from him until he had the strength to hear it, and then he handled the news surprisingly well, agreeing only to visit his daughter at specified times, so that Meryl would be able to choose whether she should be present or not. He had had time to think over Meryl’s accusations, and although he was far from being able to regard any of them objectively and without a sense of hurt, he was able to face up to the truth of his actions. A visit from Jack had further calmed him, and left him with some important ideas to mull over. Both Jack and Dr Halstead had talked to him about finding some self respect, ‘for until you like yourself’,’ Jack had said wisely, ‘it’s not to be expected that anyone else will like you.’

Frederick tried to think of what he could be proud of. True, he’d found Amelia, but if you traced it back, it was his fault she was there in the first place. He got out of bed and paced back and forth in his room. Now that he was in a better frame of mind, he knew he did not want to die, did not want to miss Amelia growing up. During the time he had spent in exile, travelling through Europe, he had missed his wife so much, too. Absence had allowed him to remember her as she was in the early years of their marriage, and he could face the responsibility that half of the marriage problems were due to him. But now – what was he to do with his life now?

The sun sank and dusk had arrived before the man made his decision. Then, dressing quickly, he let himself out of his room and walked with purpose and determination down the corridor.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 16^th, 2004, 1:47pm

Thanks Lisa. the characters are so real - all shades of hero and cowards like the rest of us. Loving it.

I'll be camped out on here tonight to read the ending. Then, I'll go back to the archives this weekend and read it from start to finish.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 16^th, 2004, 1:50pm

You have me in a Catch 22 situation. I want more of the story, but the more we get, closer we get to the end! So.... More please - I think!! :-/ :-/ :-/

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Carolyn P on Jan 16^th, 2004, 2:00pm

*Frightened*
Don't want any of these characters to die, but know the story must be told.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Alex on Jan 16^th, 2004, 2:34pm

I really can't work out who is going to die. I mean, the obvious choice is Amelia, nicely set up with a terrible illness, but I can't quite belive Lisa will do it. Now if it was Rachel's drabble....

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 16^th, 2004, 2:36pm

If it was Rachel's drabble, she'd kill the lot!! Look what she's done to Chelsea!!! ::) :o

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Abi on Jan 16^th, 2004, 2:53pm

I reckon it's Mr. B-J who's going to die, then Meryl will be riddled with guilt and remorse and Millie will help her to recover and she will become a nice person and they'll all live happily ever after..................................... i hope!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 3:08pm

*loves all this intrigue!* Do remember my 'nice realism' promise though! ;)

I feel in on odd situation too, this drabble has consumed my thinking for 3 months, and although I'm so excited it has nearly finished (I'm wearing a great big grin right now!) I think I'll feel rather bereft when I finish! And before you all tell me to start another one at once, I think I'll need to take a break, and go for something quite different!
I've only got half of the last chapter to go! (Although I haven't posted all I've written yet, so you will have a steady supply of posts until this evening!) :D
*******************

Amelia had been lying in her feverish state for two days, and her condition had worsened. Jack and Doctor Peters were very grave and tried to prepare Meryl for the worst, whilst also referring her to her faith. That afternoon, Miss Annersley had again come to the San to visit her pupil, but also to give much needed support to the mother. The two women watched over the small heap, tossing and turning under the sheets. She called out from time to time, but often her words made no sense, and left her exhausted.

“Doctor Maynard says that this delirium is normal in patients with this brain fever,” mentioned Meryl, but Hilda held her tongue, knowing where the delirium could lead if it did not break soon. Jack had already told her that this was the crisis point, and this fact had persuaded her to visit at once. The child looked positively faerie-like as she lay in the bed. Her elfin features were accentuated by the very short haircut they had been forced to give her in an attempt to reduce her temperature, and her small frame was angular under the bedclothes.

Late evening had stolen into the room, and Meryl was admiring the apparent nearness and brightness of the stars, when a cry from the bed startled her. Amelia was sitting bolt upright and reaching out before her. She began to wave her arms about , whilst calling for her father. Meryl sprang to her feet, but Hilda laid a hand on her arm.

“I’ll go,” she told her, and slipped softly out of the room. Meryl ran to her daughter’s side, speaking to her and trying to calm her.

“Daddy’s coming, darling,” she said with tears rushing to her eyes. “He’ll be here any moment. I’m here, you’ll be all right.” She felt helpless even as she said these words and looked with desperation at the doorway. Amelia’s temperature had risen dramatically and her pale face was flushed. Her skin felt hot and dry under Meryl’s hand. Hilda burst into the room with a gasped: “I’m sorry, he wasn’t in his room,’ and was followed by the doctors. But within seconds, Frederick himself rushed in, as he had seen the doctors heading to his daughter’s room.

“Please stand back,” commanded Jack imperatively as he strode into the room to take Amelia’s pulse. He could feel it fluttering uncertainly under his fingers, and he feared the worst. Seeing the look, Frederick moved to his wife’s side, and put an arm round her. Amidst everything, Meryl felt comforted by the hug and she moved nearer to her husband, their worst moment bringing them closer.

Amelia’s eyelids flickered and she called out suddenly before lapsing into a silence that was terrifying. Jack bent over her and watched her chest falling and rising rapidly with the shallow breaths she was taking.

“There’s nothing more we can do now,” he said softly, “but wait.” An eerie quiet descended on the room. Hilda stood, leaning on the chest of drawers for support as she prayed for help, and Amelia’s parents clung together in grief and fear.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lesley on Jan 16^th, 2004, 4:12pm

Oh my god! Lisa this is so real! Please post again soon.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rosalie on Jan 16^th, 2004, 4:41pm

You can't leave it there! That's just MEAN! Especially as I have to get off the computer in a minute.... And the fire needs doing before I get hypothermia myself...

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Jennie on Jan 16^th, 2004, 4:46pm

Lisa, please don't leave us hanging off this cliff. I can't wait for the next part of this, it's so good.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 16^th, 2004, 5:03pm

Lisa - hurry up! We're all hanging on your every word!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Chloe on Jan 16^th, 2004, 5:11pm

Lisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssa!

I can't believe you'd be as mean as it leave it there! :o

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 5:30pm

Sorry! I had a really long phone call! Will post lots now to make up for it!
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Suddenly, Amelia seemed to heave a huge sigh, and a shudder ran through her body. She opened her eyes and looked straight at Jack. Looking into her eyes, he uttered an exclamation. They were clear! She turned her head slowly and regarded her parents with an almost quizzical look, then her face broke into a big smile, and she lay back and closed her eyes once more, but this time health-giving, natural sleep claimed her. Jack laid a handkerchief over her forehead and wiped her skin.

“The fever has broken,” he announced, the relief evident in his voice, “she’s sleeping normally now. All the danger has passed!”

Frederick and Meryl took one look at each other and fell into each other’s arms, Frederick wiping away his wife’s tears of release and literally enveloping her in his arms. There being nothing more that they could do, the Doctors and Hilda retreated discreetly and gave the couple some time together.

Much later, after a good meal had benefited all, and Amelia could be seen to be making excellent progress, husband and wife sat awkwardly opposite each other in the speisesaal.

“They’ve offered me a job here,” Meryl offered quietly. “And I’m going to take it, and rent out that small chalet, about half a mile down the slope towards the Platz.” She eyed Frederick to see his reaction, but to her surprise he was not looking away as had been his wont lately, but was gazing directly at her.

“I have something to tell you,” he said. “Something that I hope you will respect me for. I am leaving tomorrow morning.”

“Leaving?” incredulous, Meryl’s hand flew to her mouth, and she swallowed to regain control, before asking: “Where are you going?”

“I’ve turned myself in,” he responded calmly. “I telephoned to the Detective Inspector in England, and have told him everything. I am flying to London tomorrow, and will be met by a police escort when I arrive. Then I will be formally charged, and – well, I will await my trial.” He took Meryl’s hands in his. “I’m facing up to my problems and responsibilities, Meryl,” he said urgently, “I accept that I need help, but I’m prepared to take the consequences of my behaviour before this. But I will not accept that our marriage could be over. We’ve been through too much, you and I, to give it up like this. And we took vows before God, Meryl. I want us to try again. We’ve been given this new chance – we should seize it.”

Meryl let out her breath in a sigh. “I feel the same, Freddy,” she said. “I never wanted us to divorce, not really! It was anger speaking, and desperation. I was trying to provoke you into fighting for me, to prove you were the strong man I believed you were at heart. But – you may have to go to prison. For some time. I don’t know what will happen.”

“Can you bear the shame?” pleaded Frederick. “You will be the wife of a criminal, and destitute.”

“No more so than I am now. Yes, Freddy, I can bear it. I will be earning a living here, so I sha’n’t be ‘destitute’ as you put it. I will be busy and people – well, people will think you’re away on business. I will wait for you.”

An onlooker would have observed a gentle flush rising in the face of the woman, and the restoration of something in the man’s face and in the way he held himself as the two leaned closer together and looked for all the world like newly weds, discussing their future plans together.

When Amelia next awoke, she felt weak, but normal. The events of the last few days seemed like nothing but a bad dream; even her impression of the loss of her father seemed unreal and hazy. A gentle, musical voice enquired how she was feeling, and Amelia turned to see her Headmistress’s face smiling down on her.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 5:33pm

OK - this ISN'T the last part although it seems like it - there is a further chapter coming that wraps everything up and contains 1 or 2 more surprises ;D

***********

“Hungry!” replied Amelia surprisingly, in a strong voice, and Miss Annersley had to laugh.

“Well, the Nurse will bring you some soup in just a little while,” she said. “You’ve given us such a fright you know.”

“I – I’m sorry, Miss Annersley. For all the worry I put everyone to. I need to confess something – “

“If it’s about your early morning dancing, I know,” said Miss Annersley to Amelia’s astonishment. “You have done yourself some real damage with that, but there’s no need to speak of it now. But, you foolish girl, why didn’t you come to me, and tell me you wanted to dance so badly? We could have made time, or organised something.”

“I – I didn’t think,” responded Amelia, blushing. She was given a reprieve at that point by the entrance of Jack. “Hello!” she said, pleased.

Jack grinned. “Hello yourself!” he retorted. “You did give us a fright. But you are fine now – nothing that lots of rest won’t cure. But listen, Amelia,” he said, sitting himself on the edge of the bed. “Can you be patient? And a little brave?” he watched her nod dubiously before continuing. “I’m afraid you have done your leg some damage. Your first accident weakened it, and unfortunately, your persistence in practising and a lack of proper rest rendered it very vulnerable.” Amelia had reddened again at this further reference to her secretive behaviour. “When you were lost, the strain put on it was the final straw.”

“What does it mean? Will I be able to dance again?” Amelia breathed, determined to be brave.

“In time, yes – if you are a good girl and do exactly what you’re told. Which means a lot of rest, and following advice – particularly that of your doctor!” he added with a smile.

“Oh, I will, I will!” promised Amelia fervently.

“May I tell her now, Jack?” asked Miss Annersley, piquing the patient’s curiosity. Her eyes travelled to her teacher’s face as Jack laughingly responded in the affirmative.

“Now, Amelia, I hope this will give you something to strive for. It’s some very exciting news that you will be the first pupil to hear. We have decided to appoint a specialised dance and movement teacher, as from the Easter term. We had been thinking about it for some time, and your arrival at the school prompted me to advertise. The day you – were lost, I had to postpone the interviews, but I have since carried them out satisfactorily, and have received confirmation this morning that the new teacher is willing and able to start as planned.”

Her eyes shining, Amelia exclaimed in delight. “Oh what a wonderful thing!” she said, then looked quickly at Jack who was studying a chart. “Doctor Maynard, when you said I had to rest my leg, how long were you talking about?”

“I should think you’d be ready to commence very gentle exercises by about, ooh, the Easter term!” he said, slyly. “Then you should be able to resume proper training by the following September.”

Amelia sighed. It seemed such a long time, but she was determined to be sensible about it, so she nodded and thanked him prettily. Miss Annersley was still smiling, and looked as if she was still concealing something.

“Well?” she said to Amelia, a trifle impatient to spill her further news, “don’t you want to know who it is?”

“Who?” Confused, Amelia wracked her brain to try and think of what Miss Annersley could mean.

With a flourish unusual in one usually so composed, Miss Annersley put the child out of her misery. “I’ve appointed Gillian Faraday, or perhaps you’d know her as Gisella?” her eyes twinkled as she watched Amelia’s reaction. The excited child was wreathed in smiles, as realisation dawned upon her face. “She has been advised to stop professional dancing,” Miss Annersley was continuing, “as I believe you know. Her health has been bad for some time – she feels simply dreadful that she was struck by a severe migraine headache that evening after the performance, and couldn’t see you, “ she explained in an aside, “and it turns out that Switzerland is the ideal place for her health.” She was interrupted by Mr and Mrs Bartram-Jones entering the room, an easy closeness between them.

“Oh, Mummy! Daddy!” cried Amelia, her face aglow. “You’ll never guess what…”

Jack caught Hilda’s eye, and the two crept out of the room, pausing for a moment at the doorway to watch the moving family scene. Mother and father were clustered around the bed, completely focused on their animated daughter, who in turn had noted their happiness and was pouring out the news of the new dance teacher.

“Now she,” said Jack, as he closed the door on them, “will make a full recovery!”

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by LauraT on Jan 16^th, 2004, 5:47pm

This is Lovely! But....WHO DIES???! I may just ignore it now so that they all live happily ever after in my head! ;D ::)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 6:52pm

It will be OK, Laura ;)

So - does anyone else want some more then? *grins impishly* Only I happen to have finished the last chapter ....

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Dorothy on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:10pm

Nah ;D It doesn't seem like anyone wants it :)

Dorothy

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:14pm

on 01/16/04 at 19:10:31, Dorothy wrote:

Nah ;D It doesn't seem like anyone wants it :)

Dorothy

Beg respectfully to disagree with Dorothy.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:20pm

OK - big moment for me, actually feel quite shaky! I'm posting all the last chapter at once!

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A month had passed since Amelia’s recovery, and her health had been returning every day. The days had drawn in, and the snow had come back to stay as the time moved inexorably on towards Christmas. Down in the school, everyone was busy with preparations for the Christmas play, and in the last week of term lessons were all but abandoned as pupils and staff alike frantically hurried to finish costumes, paint scenery and learn lines. There were frayed nerves and excitable moments, especially among the Middles when Sophie upset a pot of indigo paint over Connie’s head. Sophie instantly collapsed into hysterics at the sight of poor stunned Connnie, her hair plastered to her head, dripping with paint. Matron swept both off to bed, after sundry cleaning ups and doses all round. ‘Although why you were balancing the paint on the top of the ladder with you, I don’t know!” she commented crossly, as she tucked Sophie into bed to sleep off the excitement.

Finally the day of the play arrived, and Isabel awoke early and, against all rules, flew to the dormy window to inspect the weather.

“Oh good!” she cried, waking several of the others. “It has frozen hard! That won’t stop anyone coming – especially Millie!” The others exclaimed in delight at this. For the first time, Amelia was being permitted to come back down to the school today, to see the play and spend some time with her friends. The latter had been allowed to visit Amelia up at the San in pairs on Saturdays, and she had made good progress, although was still rather restless and bored. The play would do her good, and both parties were looking forward to it with anticipation.

After Fruhstuck and prayers, the girls dashed off to finish their preparations. A commotion at the door of the hall distracted them and they turned to see Jo in the doorway, her head cocked critically at the stage.

“Yes, it will do I suppose!” she said maddeningly and regarded the girls’ downcast faces for some moments before bursting into peals of laughter and reassuring them. “It looks wonderful, of course! A fine setting for my rendering of ‘Beauty and the Beast!’ I like the night sky with the star effects!”

The girls were relieved; they valued Jo Maynard’s approval above all else, especially as she was the author of the play. Putting the finishing touches to the scenery, Isabel stepped back and then glanced sharply at that lady, who was still smiling merrily. “What is it, Mrs Maynard?” she asked, suspecting that Jo was hiding something.

“I brought someone with me I thought you might like to see, that’s all!” she said nonchalantly, as Jack came in behind her, supporting a thin Amelia on his arm. She did look pale, but her eyes were dancing and something of her old grace had returned and was apparent in her movements. The girls abandoned their tasks and ran with one accord to greet their friend, chattering nineteen to the dozen, and bringing her a chair to sit on whilst regaling her with gossip from the school. Smiling, the Maynards left Amelia in their capable hands, after warnings not to over tire her, and went off to seek Hilda and join her in kaffee.

They found that lady in her study, groaning over the ubiquitous envelopes and mail that liberally covered her desk. “Poor Rosalie has one of her bilious attacks,” she explained, “and I simply can’t keep on top of all this without her!” Jo offered to help while Jack went off in search of the coffee and sweet breads that he knew Karen made so well.

With the two women working industriously, the correspondence was soon organised into various piles, and Hilda looked in satisfaction at the small pile that was marked ‘urgent’. Flicking idly through it, her eye was caught by a typed envelope that looked quite official.

“I’ll just open this one, if you don’t mind,” she murmured to Joey, who nodded assent and went to stand by the window to await her husband’s return. She was startled by an exclamation from Hilda, and turned to see that lady regarding the letter thoughtfully. “Well, here’s news!” she said. Moving to her office door, she spotted one of the youngest girls in the corridor and sent her to the hall with instructions to bring Amelia Bartram-Jones back at once. “She may bring a friend with her, to support her,” she added, and the messenger scuttled off.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:20pm

Joey resisted the urge to enquire as to the contents of the letter, figuring she would know soon enough. Her relationship with Hilda was back on an even keel, but both women had learnt lessons from the argument that they had had two months previously, and Joey in particular was more subdued these days, although Jack reported her as being calmer, and happier in herself.

Hilda sat down behind her large polished desk, and motioned to Joey to sit on a leather chair at her side. There was a knock at the door and Jack popped his head round. “All right to come in?” he asked. “All correspondence safely dealt with?” The women laughed.

“You’re quite safe now that the work has been done!” admonished Joey. “Did you track down our coffee?”

“Yes; Karen is bringing it in a moment. Who can that be?” he asked as a timorous knock sounded before he could sit in the chair indicated by Hilda. He turned and opened the door, as the Head was explaining who she had sent for. Amelia’s pale face appeared at the door, anxiety written all over her features.

“Come in, dear, and don’t look so worried, we sha’n’t eat you! Is that Isabel with you – thank you, dear. You may go now, we’ll see to Amelia. Now, sit down.” This last was directed at Amelia who was feeling the nerves of any girl summoned to the study, and worrying about what sin she may have committed. Joey perceived this, and her insight caused her to produce a girlish giggle.

“Millie!” she exclaimed. “As if you could possibly have done anything wrong in the few minutes you’ve been back!” This lightened the tension, and amidst the laughter, Hilda produced the letter.

“Now Amelia, I have some news for you. I’m not sure how you’ll react, so don’t feel you have to say anything for our benefit. I have here,” she held up the letter, “a letter from Tremellen Brent solicitors. They inform me that your Great Aunt Dorothy has died, and left you as the sole beneficiary to the Bartram estate in Gloucester. It is in trust for you. You are an heiress, Amelia!”

Throughout the day, Amelia was still reeling from the news she had received. She met her mother at half past thirteen who had been granted the afternoon off from the San and come down to see the play and they had a quiet talk about the inheritance. Meryl seemed agitated and distracted, but spoke to her daughter calmly.

“It is yours, Amelia, “ Meryl had said. “I am not going to tell you what to do with it, or how to spend it, and neither will your father when he comes back to us. I have his latest letter for you here; he enclosed it with mine.” Amelia took the letter eagerly and read it through, hungry for his news. He was making good progress in the special centre the judge had sent him to. Frederick’s willingness to give himself up had worked in his favour and the judge also saw that the man needed medical treatment, so two months in the centre, with treatment, was deemed appropriate sentencing. She finished the letter and tucked it away, ready to re-read later.

“Millie,” began her mother, toying with her scarf that she had in her lap. “You do realise, don’t you, that the money will provide for you very handsomely. You will comfortably be able to resume your training at the Royal Ballet School, and travel with the company afterwards.”

“If I’m accepted,” Amelia replied automatically, but lapsed into a thoughtful silence.

It must be confessed that, although Amelia enjoyed the Christmas play, her mind really was elsewhere. Joey had surpassed herself this year with a play that included aspects of fairy tales, legends, history and of course the Bible story. The theme that ran throughout was of appearances being deceptive: the beast was kind and loving under his fierce exterior, the outlaw in Sherwood robbed to give to the poor and the King of all Glory was born as a weak baby in a rude stable. Amelia reflected on the theme as the play progressed, and thought back over her life that year. Certainly things had not been as they seemed, and her whole family had learnt the value of truth and openness. She had been thinking hard about the sudden avenues open to her, and as the final tableau of the nativity scene was presented she finally felt content in her mind that she had made the right decision. Joining in with the carols with all her might, she caught Joey’s eye and was put off when that lady gave her a large wink!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:21pm

As soon as the last bow had been taken, Amelia stood slowly and leaned on her mother’s arm. Meryl was glancing at her watch and seemed impatient to be off.

“Please can we go over to Auntie Jo?” she asked, and they headed over to that lady who was thronged around by admirers. Miss Annersley was congratulating the author on her work when Amelia approached the group.

“Well, Amelia, what did you think of it?” Jo demanded.

“It was – simply marvellous! I loved it – and - it made me think” she finished. Meryl detached her arm from her daughter’s with a muttered apology, and left her with the others. Slightly hurt, Amelia followed her progress to the door, and then gave a cry of recognition and delight! Greeting her mother was her father – her own father who was supposed to be in a detention centre in England!

She tottered over towards them by herself, uncaring of people’s amused glances as she cried: “Daddy!” and launched herself on him. “What are you doing here?” she asked incredulously.

“Never heard of time off for good behaviour?” he retorted wickedly. Amelia regarded him for a moment and then her peals of laughter could be heard all over the hall.

“Daddy, you’re back!” she said, and she meant in more ways than one.

Miss Annersley and Jo had rushed over to the little family and the Head invited them to adjourn to a nearby classroom for some privacy. The family made as if to leave the room, but Amelia put out her hand to detain them, and turned to include the two Chalet women in her speech.

“Please wait,” she said, with high colour on her cheeks. “There is something I want to say. You know that I have come into some money, and I have decided what I wish to do with it. Daddy, promise you’ll abide by my decision?” Frederick nodded, and she continued. “Firstly, I want to remain at the Chalet School and not return to the Royal Ballet.” Meryl bit her lip and Frederick smiled proudly at the striking young figure who was speaking. “Secondly I want to provide a scholarship for girls who want to have dance or music lessons, but do not have the means to pay for them!” This last statement caused a minor sensation, with Joey forgetting her adult status and thumping Amelia on the back until she coughed and was hastily rescued by Jack who had come up to see what was going on. “Mummy, Daddy, I want us to buy a chalet here – so that we can all live together. I don’t want to lose either of you again, and I don’t mean to!”

Amelia turned from her delighted parents and faced her Headmistress.
“Miss Annersley, I just want to say thank you,” she stammered, scarlet with embarrassment but nevertheless determined to say what she wanted to. “I have never forgotten that talk you gave me when I arrived. You helped me to find faith and strength at a difficult time and you showed me the way to really become a true Chalet School girl!”

THE END

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Dorothy on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:27pm

Lisa

I haven't made a comment about this before but I have to say it was an absolutely fantastic read over the past three months. Brilliant! ;D

*Another great writer in our midst I do believe*

Dorothy

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by LauraT on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:30pm

Lisa that was lovely! This has been my favourite drabble yet (contented sigh). ;D (with the possible exclusion of Real CS!)

But I can't believe its the end! No more Millie! *sniff* And the death was much better than I expected and very misleading of you! When it said it was icy I just thought 'OMG, one of the cars is going to skid on the icy road and crash!' but no, all was well. (sigh of relief).

So, when's the sequel?! :P

Thank you for 3 months of intreigue, drama, worry and fun ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:32pm

Thank you Dorothy - and thanks for sticking with it!
ETA and Laura - your post wasn't there when I wrote this!

Here are some stats I thought you might be interested in!

I began the drabble on 19th November, but had a week's break so it has taken just over seven weeks to write. I can’t believe that! I feel like I’ve been writing it forever.

In total it is 63,382 words long, comprises 20 chapters and 138 pages!

Thank you all so much for your support and encouragement!

Lisa *bowing out* ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:37pm

That was wonderful, and such a beautiful ending. Thank you for the whole thing. I suspect, though, that you'll find yourself writing again much sooner than you expect!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rosalie on Jan 16^th, 2004, 7:43pm

Lisa, this has been absolutely splendacious and I've LOVED reading it!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lesley on Jan 16^th, 2004, 8:02pm

Lisa - thank you, I have thoroughly enjoyed this story and have been reading it from the beginning. I really appreciate all your hard work and all the time this has taken you away from real life.

Give yourself a break by all means - but don't stay away too long - we need more stories from you!

Congratulations on a fantastic story! :)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Nina on Jan 16^th, 2004, 8:13pm

Well done Lisa - hope it's going to Liss? I shall miss Millie though.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by catherine on Jan 16^th, 2004, 8:32pm

Fantastic, Lisa! Thank you so much for writing it! :)

Enjoy your break but make sure you come back and give us another drabble soon! ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 16^th, 2004, 9:46pm

Lisa, this is an awesome story! I was beginning to suspect that the death might be a minor character who would affect the story in a big way, so I'm glad I was right!

And I'm sorry, but I still don't like Meryl...

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by PatMac on Jan 16^th, 2004, 10:01pm

Wow! You can really write. I think it takes a lot of talent to write a story which depends so much on building the characters and showing the changes in them.

I've thoroughly enjoyed the whole story, I'm sorry it has finished and hope you feel inspired to write many more for our enjoyment.

Thank you!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Chloe on Jan 16^th, 2004, 10:14pm

Lisa that really was a truely wonderful story, thank you so much :)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa_T on Jan 16^th, 2004, 10:58pm

Lovely, Lisa! That was a twist at the end- I really thought Amelia would go to the RBS! May I have the story on doc? ;D ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Carolyn P on Jan 16^th, 2004, 11:18pm

Wonderful ending. Happy ever after.

I could not work out who you were going to kil, the auntie never entered my mind.

I will really miss this story, you deserve a break. Have a short time enjoying reading the other stories and then get another story all ready for the new board that Liss is getting for us.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Kathy_S on Jan 17^th, 2004, 1:35am

In case it wasn’t obvious throughout, I love the “nice realism” genre, and think you’ve done a totally expert job with Amelia’s story. Looking forward to many more, after your well deserved rest :).

P.S. I still like Meryl, and the way she (and Joey, etc.) grew as a result of all this.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Susan on Jan 17^th, 2004, 3:12am

Lisa this was a really wonderful story. You brought it to such a thrilling climax. Love the way they all faced up to their responsibilities and learned their lesson.

The ending made me cry. Have a good rest.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 17^th, 2004, 3:12am

on 01/16/04 at 22:58:38, Lisa_T wrote:

Lovely, Lisa! That was a twist at the end- I really thought Amelia would go to the RBS! May I have the story on doc? ;D ;D

What, you didn't think the influence of the CS would be so strong that not even Amelia would have been able to resist staying?

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Jan 17^th, 2004, 9:22am

This is my Gwynneth Paltrow bit:

*sobs whilst taking bows and accepting adulation*

I would like to thank God for creating the world so we are all here, I would like to thank my mother's brother for introducing his friend to his sister so that they subsequently married and had me, I would like to thank my doctor for prescribing me loads of time off work thereby allowing me to write this drabble, I would like to thank every reader on this board for the fantastic support and advice ....(ad infinitum)

I would appreciate some practical advice now - firstly, whar shall I do with the finished story? Put it on the Milk Train? Isn't it rather long to go to Liss for this site?

Next, I know that loads of you have been reading this all along, and some of you have said you intend on reading the whole thing. It has been fantastic to have your praise and comments, but I would really appreciate any criticisms, confusions etc that have arisen. From my point of view, everything fits together, but of there's a bit you're still thinking ??? over, please tell me.

I will edit the Rosalie and Jack bit, although it struck me that although I have tried to write very much in EBD's style, I have covered themes I don't think she would, especially with all the attention I've paid to the adult characters. But if there are any other bits you feel are not qute in keeping, please let me know!

Finally, Lisa, I'm touched you'd like a copy - of course you're very welcome. Any one that would like the WORD doc of this (rather than trying to read it on the archives) please pm me with your e-mail address, and I will send it!

I honestly can't tell you how much your support and interest has sustained me; writing this story has been a very positive focus for me during a long illness, and I feel so much more confident about trying to write 'properly' now! ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lesley on Jan 17^th, 2004, 9:32am

Lisa - I would appreciate a copy please - lesleyanngreen@tiscali.co.uk, I think this is suitable to go to Liss' fiction site OR the Milk Train - why not send her a copy and ask her to decide!

Keep writing!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by LauraT on Jan 17^th, 2004, 9:50am

Can I have a copy please? laura.j.taylor@ntlworld.com

Thank you! Keep writing! (subtle hint...)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by KB on Jan 17^th, 2004, 10:51am

on 01/17/04 at 09:22:54, Lisa wrote:

I would appreciate some practical advice now - firstly, whar shall I do with the finished story? Put it on the Milk Train? Isn't it rather long to go to Liss for this site?

No, I don't think it is, Lisa. Other stories on her site are equal to that in length.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Jennie on Jan 17^th, 2004, 1:07pm

Lisa, thank you for a wonderful story. I think that either the fiction site or the Milk Train would love to have it, so that we can read it as a continuous narrative.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Carolyn P on Jan 17^th, 2004, 1:26pm

Echo's the appeals to sen it to Liss. It should be fine for fiction or milk train.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Rachael on Jan 17^th, 2004, 5:40pm

*stands and applauds*

Lisa - this story has been absolutely fantastic from beginning to end - you have kept the plot racing along and you write so fluently, thank you! :D

Please send to Fiction Site where it will have a wider audience (Milk Train requires people to faff about and get passwords and is really for fiction a little risque which this isn't!)

Have a good rest and we'll be ready for your next drabble whenever you are!

PS - I have no objections to the Rosalie/Jack scene - I thought it was fab, just not EBD ... but who cares about her?!!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Jan 17^th, 2004, 7:08pm

I liked the Rosalie/Jack scene too. It was well written and true to life rather than perhaps EBD. As for writing properly - if that wasn't writing properly I don't know what was!!!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Jan 17^th, 2004, 9:03pm

Lisa!!!! I can't believe it's over!! :'(
It's a wonderful story, and you should definitely send it in to Liss!!
Thank you so much for sharing it with us! (and for making it a happy ending!!)

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Nina on Today at 12:15am

Lisa, can I have a copy please? lynnpettersen@yahoo.co.uk
I think I missed some bits that were archived when we had visitors and I couldn't get to the computer :(

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Vikki on Today at 12:44am

I forgot to ask for a copy please Lisa!
vikkik@lineone.net
Thank you honey! :-*

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Catherine_B on Today at 1:40am

Lisa - thank you so much, this has just been wonderful. Beautiful prose, superbly drawn characters, dozens of well-positioned cliffs and only a little death at the end (I thought for a horrid moment it might be Rosalie when you mentioned her billious attack!) - what more could we ask?

(apart from a sequel ;))

Do enjoy a long, relaxing break now - you've earned it!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Sarah_K on Today at 2:03am

That was a beautiful ending, nice realism indeed :D I'm going to miss this drabble though. (and I loved the Rosalie/Jack bit so it'd better stay in, reminded me of A Change for Con which is another of my all time faves alongside this).

I'd love a copy if you don't mind sharing.
morganmuffle@yahoo.co.uk

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Susan on Today at 2:39am

Lisa this is a fantastic story. I really liked it, the Jack/Rosalie bit is fine. The stories don't need to be carbon copies.

Please write ore stories when you are able.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lisa on Today at 1:33pm

You've all been so nice!

I had a shock last night when I was e-mailing the story to Liss, and I discovered there is already a story called 'A Dancer at the Chalet School'!! :o I'm sure it wasn't there when I looked at the fiction site last, although I must admit, for ages I have only looked at the CBB! I'm about to go and read it, but I hope there aren't too many similarities! So if my story appears on the site, it will be under a slightly different name! Will keep you posted! :)

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Post by Carolyn P on Today at 2:59pm

Yes I do recall that story now you mention it. I think it has been there for quite a long time. I seem to think it was quite different to this though.

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Post by LauraT on Today at 3:17pm

But not as good, obviously! No, really. I much prefer yours! :-*

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Post by xanthe on Today at 3:20pm

*leaps about applauding wildly*

Thank you sooooooooooooooooooooo much Lisa this has been fab!

*skips away happily*

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Post by Sarah_G-G on Today at 8:36pm

Wow! I can't believe it's finished! It's like one of those books when you feel happy and satisfied when you finish it but 30 seconds later you're thinking, "Oh, there's no more to read now." :-/ The whole thing was brilliant and I'll look forward to reading it in its entirety on the site.

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Lesley on Today at 8:47pm

Lisa - Perhaps you could call it A Ballet Dancer at the Chalet School?

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Post by Lisa on Today at 9:40pm

Yes, that's a good idea, although I suggested to Liss (just as an idea) A Dancer in Exile at the Chalet School - but I think that's a bit long winded!

I quite miss this thread already! I think I'll be writing again soon ... It's addictive!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by LauraT on Today at 9:47pm

on 01/18/04 at 21:40:09, Lisa wrote:

I quite miss this thread already! I think I'll be writing again soon ... It's addictive!

Good good! ;D

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Pat on Today at 10:09pm

I know exactly what you mean by addictive, Lisa! It's fun too!

Title: Re: A Dancer at the CS ~ Part Seven
Post by Carolyn P on Today at 10:10pm

Hmm, I'm finding that too. It was quite a shock the other day when I realised just how much I've written since joining here.

Go for it Lisa, as soon as you havce another story we would love to hear it.
Just so you don't worry I will be archiveing this thread later tonight.