Bearton Abbey: Fifty Shades of Earl Gray-Episode III

Last episode left us with Pearl sensing something was watching her...

"There is something here, I know it! It's like something is lurking behind me watching my every move!"

Turning quickly she and Burl stared at...

nothing.

Before she could justify her belief of the unknown the front bell rang out announcing an arrival.

Victoria Bearwell arrived at Bearton Abbey with all the pageantry due her societal status. Something of a persnickety bear, her passion for perfection was superlative. Her father’s fortune was established after developing a colored rice starch that tinted the delicate mohair of lady bears. Many a bearoness succumbed to the fad of altering the natural color of their fur with various shades of pinks, purples, and blues. Unfortunately, as with all trends, the tinted fur fell out of style but not before a financial empire was established to sustain the Bearwells for generations to come. Being sole heiress, Victoria had been showered with attention her entire life. She was a very kind and gracious bear with soft wavy mohair in varying shades of gray with a reputation for having up to fifty shades of gray at any one time. Despite the family business her passion was tea. She was adamant that one could distinguish the perfect cup of tea simply by looking at the tincture of the liquid. It was this passion that made her somewhat difficult, especially for butlers who would bring cup after cup of the steaming brew before she was satisfied with the hue. Granted, many believed her pallet was not so much sensitive as her perspective was colored from the overly pigmented home in which she was raised.

Hobbs escorted Victoria into the parlor as the gentleman stood and Georgiana rushed to greet her.

 "My dearest Georgiana, so glad to see you home again," Victoria declared as she embraced her old friend.

 "It's good to be home. You are looking lovely Victoria. Have you added some color to your fur?" 

"No, just a little more curl."

Looking about the room Victoria approached Pearl.

"Pearl, it's ever so good to see you. I see you are letting your mohair go 'au natural."

 Cringing at the remark Pearl started to respond when her brother gently tugged her arm reminding her to hold her tongue.

 "Yes, my fur is naturally a beautiful color. You know I prefer a more natural look as opposed to a fake presumptuous appearance."

Burl glared at his sister's snide remarks. 

Overlooking the slight Victoria continued on, "Burl always a pleasure to see you."

Holding out her paw Burl kissed it as she gazed past him at Steerforth.

Walking across the room she curtsied,

"Steerforth, it has been entirely too long."

An amorous expression shrouded her silvery mohair.

Rolling her beaded eyes Pearl whispered to Burl, "She is so unbearable! How she throws herself at Steerforth, it's positively shameful." 

Burl did not respond but continued to gaze upon Victoria's beauty. 

Hobbs entered with a tray of tea and biscuits.

 "Shall we have some tea?" Steerforth queried as Hobbs poured the steaming elixir.

 "Of course," Victoria said sitting delicately on the edge of the chair.

Pouring the last cup of tea Hobbs quickly excused himself so as to avoid the inevitable fiasco to follow.

Victoria studied the cup with a scrutiny usually reserved for fine wine.
 "I am not sure this tea will be to my liking. It seems a bit...pale."
Still swirling the liquid in the cup she continued staring at its golden hue. 

"I can summon Hobbs if you would like a fresh cup." Steerforth said delicately.
All sat with baited breath awaiting her response. 

Looking up from the cup Victoria smiled, "Yes, that would be lovely. This is a bit pallid for my taste."

"That's odd I didn't notice you tasting it, unless your eyes have tastebuds." Pearl stated sarcastically. 

Victoria looked at Pearl and smiled. "I am a connoisseur of fine teas. I have no need to taste when it is evident by the color of the liquid that it is unfit to sip." 

"As if you would know the difference between fine tea or soup!" 

Puffing at the remark Victoria started to respond when Georgiana intervened.
 "Now Pearl, we are all aware of Victoria's keen sense of taste. She was merely making an observation and I feel certain meant no disrespect, isn't that so Victoria?"

"Of course. I would never be so 'déclassé' as to point out a flaw in someone else." 

Fuming at the unexpected insult Pearl puffed as Steerforth rang the bell pull for a second time. "That's odd. Hobbs is always prompt. I cannot understand what is keeping him.