His choice made, he then buried his head in the London Herald, strategically maneuvering the tabloid from two hands to one with aplomb in order to take a sip of his tea or a bite of toast. The offensive food out of his way, he donned his spectacles and began sifting through the short stack of newspapers that were delivered each day. He had always wondered if its placement had been intentional as it formed a fitting backdrop for the Earl of Grantham, who sat directly beneath it at every meal.Īt the moment, said Earl was grimacing at the one his physician had prescribed as he pushed his still half-filled plate into the center of the table.
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Matthew's eyes were drawn to the grandiose representation of the renowned royal whenever he entered the room, which was no surprise considering it filled one-third of the wall. The painting of the 1st Earl of Grantham by Gainsborough hung salon style along with the others that formed a border around the piece de resistance that dominated the room, van Dyk's 1635 portrait of King Charles I on horseback. The current and future Earl ate their breakfast in amiable silence, the quiet in the room broken only by the chirping of wrens and robins in song and the caw of a blackbird in the distance.Īs their meal and nature's serenade continued, their ancestors looked down upon them, each brought to life in an oil portrait by one famed artist or another during the 17th & 18th century. Then he turned his attention to his own meal, unfurling a precisely folded, crisp linen napkin and placing it on his lap before he lifted a highly polished fork from the table and put it to good use, lightening the load on his plate with gusto. He noticed, too, that the head of the Crawley family was taking steps to ensure that his good health would continue as the food on his plate was clearly his physician's choice, not his. It pleased him to find he looked both well and rested, seemingly fully recovered from his recent bout of illness. Robert smiled broadly at him and as he returned it, he discretely took in his appearance. His mission accomplished, Matthew settled into the mahogany shield back chair to the right of the Earl, the seat he customarily filled at the breakfast table. Then, he set to work in earnest in filling his plate. Raising the covers off the gleaming silver serving dishes that held today's offerings, he found the savory aroma of the food combined with the scent of freshly cut flowers in a nearby vase intoxicating and took in a long, deep breath.
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Still, the sight of the golden rays flowing through the tall windows went a long way in buoying his spirits as well as easing any soreness that lingered in is back, and so it was with a bounce in his step that he bid his father-in-law a 'good morning' as he passed him on the way to the sideboard to get breakfast. That experience left an indelible mark on him in more ways than one, making the discomfort that plagued him on rainy days a mere drop in the bucket compared to the agony he suffered when he had believed himself paralyzed for life. He wasn't, of course, as he derived no pleasure from his pain, only gratitude that he could feel it, since there had been a period in his life when he felt nothing at all below his waist.
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Truth be told, he was grateful for the aches and spasms, though that was not something he admitted to anyone but himself as he feared he would be labeled a masochist. He never complained about the pain or the event that led to his having a lifelong bruise on his spine, even jesting on more than one occasion that he owed his uncanny knack for predicting the weather to his service to King and Country. The foul weather had not only soured his mood but caused his back to ache, a consequence of the injury he had sustained to it in the Battle of Amiens 16 years earlier. The sight before his eyes was heartily welcomed as April had thus far been damp, dreary and depressing. It enriched the color and texture of all it encompassed, bringing a warm glow to the pale, peach colored walls and illuminating the dark, lustrous wood grain of the wainscoting and furniture. Matthew Crawley, heir presumptive to Robert Crawley, the 7th Earl of Grantham, Viscount Downton, paused for a moment after entering the dining room and smiled upon finding it awash with sunlight.