The next day Lady Laura, accompanied by her maid, walked a short distance to browse the friendly shops of Brighton. It was a glorious day. The sun peeped out occasionally from behind the fluffy white clouds. The birds were singing and the ocean breeze cooled their outing. Brighton was such a delightful town, with colorful displays by vendors, the ocean’s sparkling surf and the relaxing ambiance, which was the main reason so many flocked to the seaside.
They both carried parasols to protect their complexions and to deflect some of the heat from the sun. Sarah walked directly behind her young mistress, as was her wont. They were just about to enter a modiste's shop when a man bumped right into Laura. “Oh!” she cried out, just as his strong hands shot out to grab her arms, keeping her from toppling over.
“I am so sorry, Miss,” the young man stammered, “I did not see you until it was too late." Releasing her immediately, he stepped backward, placing a discreet distance between them.
Sarah began righting Laura’s bonnet, which had been knocked askew. Now fully recovered, Laura smiled shakily saying, “That is quite all right, Sir. I am now recovered, although it was rather a shock at first." Then she looked at the man, tilting her head back, because he was well over six feet tall. When her eyes met his, she felt as if all of the breath had been knocked out of her. Standing before her was the most handsome man she had ever beheld. Black hair, worn not stylishly, but long, reached his broad shoulders. It was cut shorter about his face and enhanced his high cheekbones, dark brows, and piercingly blue eyes. He possessed a mouth that curved into a smile displaying full, sensual lips, and brilliant white teeth. There was a moment of silence while he, too, took in her perfect beauty. They were as if spellbound.
Sarah came to the rescue by speaking up in an unnaturally loud voice, “Miss, we should be on our way,” she urged the young girl, tugging on her arm. Laura came to her senses, smiled uncertainly and agreed. “Yes, we must be on our way. Pray excuse us sir,” she said as she made as if to pass by him.
But he delayed their progress by insisting, “I apologize once more. It was entirely my fault in not checking the walkway before exiting the shop. I should wish to make myself known to you. My name is Sir Robert Rothschild, of Berkshire Folly, and I have recently arrived from New York. There was that engaging smile of his again. “May I please be so bold as to ask your name?” he inquired smoothly.
Laura was entirely enchanted, almost as though a spell had been cast upon her. Once again Sarah came to her rescue, and ushering her mistress into the shop answered for her. “Her name Sir Robert, is Lady Laura Winter. Now, if you will be so kind as to allow us to enter the shop, we will bid you farewell.” Laura was so surprised by her maid's taking control of the situation, that she meekly allowed Sarah to move her through the doorway. Sarah eyed Sir Robert with a suspicious glare, and in moments her charge was safely out of the man’s reach. She attempted to distract Laura by pointing her in the direction of the ribbons and laces. Noticing Laura’s dreamy expression, and since no harm was done, she quietly chose things for Laura to inspect.
Outside the shop, Sir Robert Rothschild mentally shook himself, whistled under his breath and tried to recall where he had intended to go before all of this happened. He wondered how long it would be before their paths would cross again, for he was entranced and believed he had just fallen in love. This would indeed complicate matters he thought. He had returned to England to travel to London on a pressing matter. Love did not fit into his plans. It might be better had he not bumped into the alluring beauty just now. He did not need complications.
Confirming his resolve, he set out to find the gentleman, with whom he had become friends on board ship, while crossing the Atlantic. He walked back toward his hotel to ask the front desk clerk for the room number of Lord Sebastian Stanton.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
-11- A Newly Laid Plan
Early the next morning, Lady Winter was told that Higgins, her Uncle's man, had arrived at first light. Higgins was presently tending to her Uncle. Soon he would be ready to receive visitors. Glancing at the Ormolu clock on the bedside table, she saw it was only seven thirty. Plenty of time to ask about the ownership of the treasure trove that Laura had found, the previous evening. The Doctor was due to arrive by nine o'clock, and she hoped for good news.
Sarah assisted her to dress and then went to see to Laura. She and Lady Winter left the bedchamber together. Sarah walked toward the back of the house and Lady Winter toward the front. She knocked gently and the door was immediately opened, by a very correct, Higgins. He bowed and greeted her with a hushed, "Good morning,My Lady," and then he bade her enter.
Her spirits lifted as soon as she set eyes on the man sitting up in the large bed. She noticed the color had returned to his cheeks and the bandage surrounding the top of his forehead, was freshly changed. "Come in, my dear," Uncle Simon invited. He patted the top of the covers closest to him.
Walking forward, she clasped his hands in hers saying, "You do look much improved." She smiled and he responded by telling her, "The last thing that I recall was hearing a noise. I got up to see what it was and I must have slipped, lost my footing, and down I went." His look told her he was questioning his own recollection and so she quickly reassured him, by patting his hand.
"Just relax and rest yourself. As soon as you feel strong enough we will travel forth to London." She correctly guessed that he felt guilty for having delayed their trip. "I will not hear one word," she gainsaid him, by holding up her hand. "You are too important to me to leave without you," she stated emphatically, but then in a gentler tone she added, "Just please get better. That is all I ask."
Bending over, she laid a kiss on the older man's brow, then turned to go. Remembering her other reason for visiting, she turned back around and asked. "Uncle Simon, do you own a brown leather pouch?" A perplexed look crossed his weathered features. "No. I do not," he replied.
Lady Winter smiled and told Higgins he should ring for her Uncle's breakfast, as the Doctor would be arriving by nine o'clock. Leaving the room she walked down the hall to Laura's bedroom door. She tapped lightly, and the door was opened by a flushed Sarah, who had been busy packing a trunk. Bobbing a curtsy, she told Lady Winter that her niece had gone downstairs already. After thanking Sarah, Lady Winter headed for the staircase.
Holding her skirts to the side, so she would not trip, she descended the stairs and then followed the hallway around toward the breakfast room. It was a bright, sunny day with rays of sunlight filtering through the windows. They fell upon her niece to bathe her in their golden glow. She noticed that Laura had waited for her to arrive, before beginning. Going to the head of the table she seated herself and Laura signaled to Mary to begin service.
They each sipped a cup of fragrant tea and looked at the morning paper, until breakfast was served. They enjoyed a companionable silence for a few minutes, before Laura broached the subject uppermost in her mind. "How is Uncle Simon this morning and is the pouch his?" she asked expectantly. Lady Winter smiled and did not keep her in suspense any longer. "Yes, he is much better, and no, he does not own the pouch," her Aunt told her. Laura's hands flew to cover her mouth and her eyes were wide with excitement. "Well then, that must mean that it was dropped by someone else. But who?" she asked looking speculatively at the woman across from her.
Laura spread her hands and declared, "It must have been one of your visitors Aunt." Following along this train of thought, she stated, "Not for one minute, do I believe it belongs to one of the servants." Lady Winter agreed. "No, nor do I." They continued in this manner, going over who had been in the room over the past ten days or so. Laura sent Alfred to bring writing paper, quill and an ink pot. She proceeded to write down a list of suspects. With the exception of the three gentlemen who arrived yesterday, the list bore only names of their female friends and acquaintances.
"I cannot imagine any one of these women carrying around such a masculine pouch, let alone such valuable contents," Lady Winter proclaimed. Setting down her silverware, she looked at her niece saying, "Laura it seems you agree with me." Laura nodded her head, confirming her Aunt's words.
Laura decided to share the information about the man she had seen in the rose garden yesterday morning. Since Uncle Simon had not mentioned the man, perhaps the stranger had been in the drawing room prior to being taken to the rose garden, to meet with their Uncle. "It is plausible that he might have dropped the pouch as he stood up," she surmised. Lady Winter agreed that when their Uncle was feeling himself again, they would question him about his visitor. Now they both wanted to know who the stranger was. Laura recalled how handsome he was. Yes, she really wanted to find out his identity.
Entering the room, Bentley bowed and told them the Doctor had arrived and was now upstairs preparing to examine their Uncle. As he was about to exit, however, Alfred came in to announce Lord Stanton's arrival. Lady Winter told him she and Laura would join their guest in the drawing room shortly.
A few minutes later, true to her word, the ladies arrived to find Lord Stanton, dressed to perfection, standing with his back to the fireplace. He looked resplendent in his coat of superfine cloth, a deep blue, with gold buttons. His trousers were a buff color and they enhanced his long powerful thighs. His cravat was a brilliant white and was intricately tied. His dark good looks would make any woman's heart beat a little faster. He smiled at his goddaughter and when she reached him, she stood on her tiptoes to plant a small kiss upon his freshly shaved cheek. Looking over her head, his piercing eyes took in the entire vision of the beauty taking her seat upon the divan. "Pray be seated Lord Stanton. How are you faring this morning?" Lady Winter inquired politely.
"Good morning, Lady Winter. Good morning, Laura." His deep voice caressed the greeting. Taking his seat, he crossed his legs in their Hessian boots, which were polished to a high gloss. He appeared very much at ease, and his wide smile belied his increased heartbeat. He turned his attention to the young girl who told him, "It is so good to be able to see you again." Her statement rang true, and the sincere expression she wore reminded him that she must have been lonely, growing up without her parents. He and Lady Winter had promised to make it up to her. Truthfully, he too was looking forward to their departure.
He extended a graceful compliment to Lady Winter and as he did so, he continued to take in every inch of her rose colored gown, edged with creamy lace. It was a perfect complement to her smooth complexion. She was so beautiful, it almost took his breath away. Over the past ten years, he had tried to put her from his mind. He felt the stirrings of desire in his loins, so he moved his arm to hide the fact. Changing the subject, he looked at Lady Laura and quizzed her. "Tell me minx, have you discovered the owner of your treasure yet?" His inquiry brought the needed distraction.
"Godfather, Aunt and I made a list of visitors, but they are all female," she said disappointedly. Then she imparted the news about the handsome stranger, who met with their Uncle. Since he already knew about that visit, he began wondering if there might have been someone else involved.
Doctor Edwards joined the group. Addressing Lady Winter he announced, "Your Uncle is very robust for his age, and surprisingly resilient. He should be up to traveling by the day after tomorrow."
They were all happy to receive these glad tidings and thanked the man for helping their relative. His parting words were to be sure to call him right away, if he were needed. He left to go make his morning rounds, whistling as he went. Alice, upon hearing the happy sound, jumped onto the window sill to watch his retreat down the brick walkway. She preened herself then went over to sit on her mistress' skirts.
"So it seems we shall depart on Thursday, unless Uncle Simon has a relapse," Lady Winter stated. She stood, mindful of so many things to claim her immediate attention. Lord Stanton took his leave. Then Lady Winter went to address the staff, leaving Laura to spend some time with Alice.
Laura petted her sweet little cat. She hugged her, demanding she only drink water from now on. Alice agreed by saying, "Meow." The pair of them were a sight to behold, and the stranger looking through the window at them, smiled at the thought of Laura's beauty. She looked so innocent and untouched. Slipping away unseen, the stranger took himself off. As he walked away he thought aloud, "I must think. They are to leave for London on Thursday ... I must lay a new plan."
Sarah assisted her to dress and then went to see to Laura. She and Lady Winter left the bedchamber together. Sarah walked toward the back of the house and Lady Winter toward the front. She knocked gently and the door was immediately opened, by a very correct, Higgins. He bowed and greeted her with a hushed, "Good morning,My Lady," and then he bade her enter.
Her spirits lifted as soon as she set eyes on the man sitting up in the large bed. She noticed the color had returned to his cheeks and the bandage surrounding the top of his forehead, was freshly changed. "Come in, my dear," Uncle Simon invited. He patted the top of the covers closest to him.
Walking forward, she clasped his hands in hers saying, "You do look much improved." She smiled and he responded by telling her, "The last thing that I recall was hearing a noise. I got up to see what it was and I must have slipped, lost my footing, and down I went." His look told her he was questioning his own recollection and so she quickly reassured him, by patting his hand.
"Just relax and rest yourself. As soon as you feel strong enough we will travel forth to London." She correctly guessed that he felt guilty for having delayed their trip. "I will not hear one word," she gainsaid him, by holding up her hand. "You are too important to me to leave without you," she stated emphatically, but then in a gentler tone she added, "Just please get better. That is all I ask."
Bending over, she laid a kiss on the older man's brow, then turned to go. Remembering her other reason for visiting, she turned back around and asked. "Uncle Simon, do you own a brown leather pouch?" A perplexed look crossed his weathered features. "No. I do not," he replied.
Lady Winter smiled and told Higgins he should ring for her Uncle's breakfast, as the Doctor would be arriving by nine o'clock. Leaving the room she walked down the hall to Laura's bedroom door. She tapped lightly, and the door was opened by a flushed Sarah, who had been busy packing a trunk. Bobbing a curtsy, she told Lady Winter that her niece had gone downstairs already. After thanking Sarah, Lady Winter headed for the staircase.
Holding her skirts to the side, so she would not trip, she descended the stairs and then followed the hallway around toward the breakfast room. It was a bright, sunny day with rays of sunlight filtering through the windows. They fell upon her niece to bathe her in their golden glow. She noticed that Laura had waited for her to arrive, before beginning. Going to the head of the table she seated herself and Laura signaled to Mary to begin service.
They each sipped a cup of fragrant tea and looked at the morning paper, until breakfast was served. They enjoyed a companionable silence for a few minutes, before Laura broached the subject uppermost in her mind. "How is Uncle Simon this morning and is the pouch his?" she asked expectantly. Lady Winter smiled and did not keep her in suspense any longer. "Yes, he is much better, and no, he does not own the pouch," her Aunt told her. Laura's hands flew to cover her mouth and her eyes were wide with excitement. "Well then, that must mean that it was dropped by someone else. But who?" she asked looking speculatively at the woman across from her.
Laura spread her hands and declared, "It must have been one of your visitors Aunt." Following along this train of thought, she stated, "Not for one minute, do I believe it belongs to one of the servants." Lady Winter agreed. "No, nor do I." They continued in this manner, going over who had been in the room over the past ten days or so. Laura sent Alfred to bring writing paper, quill and an ink pot. She proceeded to write down a list of suspects. With the exception of the three gentlemen who arrived yesterday, the list bore only names of their female friends and acquaintances.
"I cannot imagine any one of these women carrying around such a masculine pouch, let alone such valuable contents," Lady Winter proclaimed. Setting down her silverware, she looked at her niece saying, "Laura it seems you agree with me." Laura nodded her head, confirming her Aunt's words.
Laura decided to share the information about the man she had seen in the rose garden yesterday morning. Since Uncle Simon had not mentioned the man, perhaps the stranger had been in the drawing room prior to being taken to the rose garden, to meet with their Uncle. "It is plausible that he might have dropped the pouch as he stood up," she surmised. Lady Winter agreed that when their Uncle was feeling himself again, they would question him about his visitor. Now they both wanted to know who the stranger was. Laura recalled how handsome he was. Yes, she really wanted to find out his identity.
Entering the room, Bentley bowed and told them the Doctor had arrived and was now upstairs preparing to examine their Uncle. As he was about to exit, however, Alfred came in to announce Lord Stanton's arrival. Lady Winter told him she and Laura would join their guest in the drawing room shortly.
A few minutes later, true to her word, the ladies arrived to find Lord Stanton, dressed to perfection, standing with his back to the fireplace. He looked resplendent in his coat of superfine cloth, a deep blue, with gold buttons. His trousers were a buff color and they enhanced his long powerful thighs. His cravat was a brilliant white and was intricately tied. His dark good looks would make any woman's heart beat a little faster. He smiled at his goddaughter and when she reached him, she stood on her tiptoes to plant a small kiss upon his freshly shaved cheek. Looking over her head, his piercing eyes took in the entire vision of the beauty taking her seat upon the divan. "Pray be seated Lord Stanton. How are you faring this morning?" Lady Winter inquired politely.
"Good morning, Lady Winter. Good morning, Laura." His deep voice caressed the greeting. Taking his seat, he crossed his legs in their Hessian boots, which were polished to a high gloss. He appeared very much at ease, and his wide smile belied his increased heartbeat. He turned his attention to the young girl who told him, "It is so good to be able to see you again." Her statement rang true, and the sincere expression she wore reminded him that she must have been lonely, growing up without her parents. He and Lady Winter had promised to make it up to her. Truthfully, he too was looking forward to their departure.
He extended a graceful compliment to Lady Winter and as he did so, he continued to take in every inch of her rose colored gown, edged with creamy lace. It was a perfect complement to her smooth complexion. She was so beautiful, it almost took his breath away. Over the past ten years, he had tried to put her from his mind. He felt the stirrings of desire in his loins, so he moved his arm to hide the fact. Changing the subject, he looked at Lady Laura and quizzed her. "Tell me minx, have you discovered the owner of your treasure yet?" His inquiry brought the needed distraction.
"Godfather, Aunt and I made a list of visitors, but they are all female," she said disappointedly. Then she imparted the news about the handsome stranger, who met with their Uncle. Since he already knew about that visit, he began wondering if there might have been someone else involved.
Doctor Edwards joined the group. Addressing Lady Winter he announced, "Your Uncle is very robust for his age, and surprisingly resilient. He should be up to traveling by the day after tomorrow."
They were all happy to receive these glad tidings and thanked the man for helping their relative. His parting words were to be sure to call him right away, if he were needed. He left to go make his morning rounds, whistling as he went. Alice, upon hearing the happy sound, jumped onto the window sill to watch his retreat down the brick walkway. She preened herself then went over to sit on her mistress' skirts.
"So it seems we shall depart on Thursday, unless Uncle Simon has a relapse," Lady Winter stated. She stood, mindful of so many things to claim her immediate attention. Lord Stanton took his leave. Then Lady Winter went to address the staff, leaving Laura to spend some time with Alice.
Laura petted her sweet little cat. She hugged her, demanding she only drink water from now on. Alice agreed by saying, "Meow." The pair of them were a sight to behold, and the stranger looking through the window at them, smiled at the thought of Laura's beauty. She looked so innocent and untouched. Slipping away unseen, the stranger took himself off. As he walked away he thought aloud, "I must think. They are to leave for London on Thursday ... I must lay a new plan."
Monday, September 10, 2007
-10- Sparkles and Dreams
If Sir Harry was plucking up the courage for that walk in the rose garden, it was soon forgotten. Lady Laura returned to the table, her eyes shining, her expression animated, and her breath coming quickly. As she approached her godfather she declared, "Oh, just look what I have discovered." She held out her hand and placed the pouch on the table before him.
Lord Stanton looked inquiringly at his goddaughter, a question in his eyes. "What have we here Laura?" he asked. His long fingers reached to lift the small pouch. It was not heavy.
"Go ahead," urged Laura excitedly. She moved closer saying, "You will never guess what is inside." Lord Stanton complied by pulling the strings to open the vessel, and emptied the contents into the palm of his left hand.
Lady Winter had risen to walk over and stand on the other side of his chair. Her expressive eyes became even wider. An "Ah," escaped her lips. At the same instant, Sir Harry let out a whoop, exclaiming, "Good lord, Stanton, look at those beauties!"
An apt description, as they were indeed sparkling beauties. Sitting in the palm of his hand, Lord Stanton held seven large, perfectly formed pearls. There were also three times as many rubies, emeralds, sapphires and diamonds. He moved his hand slightly, allowing the gems to glitter in the candle light.
An appreciative whistle escaped his lips. "Where, might I ask, did you find these, my dear girl?" he asked pointedly, looking up at her. He lifted his hand, offering them so the others could examine the gems for themselves.
A radiant Laura explained, "The leather pouch was lying on the floor, beneath the tea table. Not far from where we found Uncle Simon today." She continued, "Mayhap they belong to him."
Her aunt said, "Well, it will have to wait until tomorrow." She was not about to have anyone invading his room tonight. There had been way too much excitement for the elderly man today. Her authority was enough for them to agree with her decision.
They handed the gems back to Lord Stanton, and he secured them inside the soft leather pouch. Turning toward the beautiful woman who stood beside him, he handed the precious parcel to Lady Winter. In turn, she slipped it into her pocket, which was cleverly hidden by the side-seam of her gown. "Tomorrow after Doctor has attended him, will be soon enough to find out. I shall discreetly inquire, in a round about way, if he is even aware of the gems' existence," she declared.
Lord Stanton rose from the table and she inquired, "Do you not think it strange for Uncle to travel about with such a valuable possession?" Her gaze spoke volumes and she tensed her shoulders. She felt a flush of warmth on her skin whenever he was near, so she schooled her features and stood taller, raising her head slightly.
Looking down into her upturned face, he replied, "Yes, I do. But tomorrow is soon enough to get your answers." Taking her hand in his, he raised her fingers, brushing them ever so softly with the slightest touch of his lips. "Dearest lady, thank you for the delicious dinner. It is late and time we took our leave," he smiled warmly.
Walking toward the door, he turned back to the young man, raised his eyebrows, and drawled, "Coming Harry?" Harry looked longingly at Laura then stammered his good-byes. They left the house and the ladies decided to adjourn for the night.
A few hours later, the entire household settled down for the night. A warm ocean breeze flowed through the windows, filling the house with the fresh smell of the sea. Besides the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, Alice's soft snores were the only other sounds to be heard.
The main floor was quiet and peaceful, with everyone upstairs, sleeping soundly, all snug in their beds. None of them was any the wiser, as the shadowy figure felt along the glossy floor boards and carpeting, searching for what had been dropped earlier that afternoon. Furtively two hands scanned the area, feeling around the furniture, anxious fingers touching smooth floors and soft carpet, nothing more.
"Damn and blast," was the softly-uttered expletive. Not finding the leather pouch, eyes were turned toward the stairs leading up to where the old man slept. Deciding it was too risky, that it would never do, the intruder left the room by way of the side window - a silent retreat.
Normally, little Alice would have been awake, enjoying her nightly romps through the seaside home. She might even have seen the intruder and alerted Alfred. She was quite fond of the tall footman, but not tonight. Alice stretched and then repositioned herself on the soft sofa cushion. She continued her drunken dream of nocturnal delights, her slight body twitching, while she chased her imaginary quarry.
Lord Stanton looked inquiringly at his goddaughter, a question in his eyes. "What have we here Laura?" he asked. His long fingers reached to lift the small pouch. It was not heavy.
"Go ahead," urged Laura excitedly. She moved closer saying, "You will never guess what is inside." Lord Stanton complied by pulling the strings to open the vessel, and emptied the contents into the palm of his left hand.
Lady Winter had risen to walk over and stand on the other side of his chair. Her expressive eyes became even wider. An "Ah," escaped her lips. At the same instant, Sir Harry let out a whoop, exclaiming, "Good lord, Stanton, look at those beauties!"
An apt description, as they were indeed sparkling beauties. Sitting in the palm of his hand, Lord Stanton held seven large, perfectly formed pearls. There were also three times as many rubies, emeralds, sapphires and diamonds. He moved his hand slightly, allowing the gems to glitter in the candle light.
An appreciative whistle escaped his lips. "Where, might I ask, did you find these, my dear girl?" he asked pointedly, looking up at her. He lifted his hand, offering them so the others could examine the gems for themselves.
A radiant Laura explained, "The leather pouch was lying on the floor, beneath the tea table. Not far from where we found Uncle Simon today." She continued, "Mayhap they belong to him."
Her aunt said, "Well, it will have to wait until tomorrow." She was not about to have anyone invading his room tonight. There had been way too much excitement for the elderly man today. Her authority was enough for them to agree with her decision.
They handed the gems back to Lord Stanton, and he secured them inside the soft leather pouch. Turning toward the beautiful woman who stood beside him, he handed the precious parcel to Lady Winter. In turn, she slipped it into her pocket, which was cleverly hidden by the side-seam of her gown. "Tomorrow after Doctor has attended him, will be soon enough to find out. I shall discreetly inquire, in a round about way, if he is even aware of the gems' existence," she declared.
Lord Stanton rose from the table and she inquired, "Do you not think it strange for Uncle to travel about with such a valuable possession?" Her gaze spoke volumes and she tensed her shoulders. She felt a flush of warmth on her skin whenever he was near, so she schooled her features and stood taller, raising her head slightly.
Looking down into her upturned face, he replied, "Yes, I do. But tomorrow is soon enough to get your answers." Taking her hand in his, he raised her fingers, brushing them ever so softly with the slightest touch of his lips. "Dearest lady, thank you for the delicious dinner. It is late and time we took our leave," he smiled warmly.
Walking toward the door, he turned back to the young man, raised his eyebrows, and drawled, "Coming Harry?" Harry looked longingly at Laura then stammered his good-byes. They left the house and the ladies decided to adjourn for the night.
A few hours later, the entire household settled down for the night. A warm ocean breeze flowed through the windows, filling the house with the fresh smell of the sea. Besides the ticking of the grandfather clock in the foyer, Alice's soft snores were the only other sounds to be heard.
The main floor was quiet and peaceful, with everyone upstairs, sleeping soundly, all snug in their beds. None of them was any the wiser, as the shadowy figure felt along the glossy floor boards and carpeting, searching for what had been dropped earlier that afternoon. Furtively two hands scanned the area, feeling around the furniture, anxious fingers touching smooth floors and soft carpet, nothing more.
"Damn and blast," was the softly-uttered expletive. Not finding the leather pouch, eyes were turned toward the stairs leading up to where the old man slept. Deciding it was too risky, that it would never do, the intruder left the room by way of the side window - a silent retreat.
Normally, little Alice would have been awake, enjoying her nightly romps through the seaside home. She might even have seen the intruder and alerted Alfred. She was quite fond of the tall footman, but not tonight. Alice stretched and then repositioned herself on the soft sofa cushion. She continued her drunken dream of nocturnal delights, her slight body twitching, while she chased her imaginary quarry.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
-9- Truth Be Told
Lady Winter and Laura reached the top of the stairs at the same time. They embraced and Laura told her aunt, "Do not worry, Uncle Simon will be all right. I heard his voice just now, as I passed his chambers. I believe my godfather is inside with him." Reassured by her niece's smile, her aunt led the way to the parlor. As they entered the room, Sir Harry stood up saying, "The doctor said your uncle was asking for Lord Stanton. He has been with him this past quarter hour." He glanced at Lady Winter, but clearly, he only had eyes for the young girl before him.
Offering an arm to each lady, he escorted them to the sofa. After the ladies took their seat, he settled into a chair, crossing his long legs, his boots reflecting the candles' glow. They discussed the accident and wondered aloud if they should postpone their departure for London. Her aunt said she was unsure if Uncle Simon would be allowed to travel.
Uncle Simon had also been included in Lady Winter's invitation to spend the upcoming season in the London townhouse. It had been rented for six months. The leasing agent had told her that it was very large, and would easily accommodate a big family.
Lady Winter shrugged her shoulders stating the obvious, "I am certain the good doctor will tell us his decision, just as soon as he joins us."
They did not have long to wait. Both Lord Stanton and Dr. Edwards entered the sitting room. The doctor outlined the care their relative would need. "Lady Winter, your uncle requires rest. I was told his man would be arriving tomorrow. Once I have examined him in the morning, I shall let you know my findings." He turned toward Lord Stanton and continued, "I really rather doubt he will be up to traveling tomorrow, but perhaps the day after. It all depends on his progress."
Bentley appeared in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The doctor politely refused Lady Winter's invitation to dine, because he was needed elsewhere. As he was leaving the house, he promised to return at once if needed. Otherwise, he would be back by nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
The men offered the ladies escort and they all walked into the dining room. Once seated, the servants served them Chef's delicious supper. They discreetly stood by and performed their duties beautifully.
The diners were unusually quiet, each lost in thought about Uncle Simon and their impending travel plans. Lady Laura thought again about the stranger she saw speaking with her uncle. Lord Stanton pondered the words the injured man had imparted. Lady Winter watched the expressions on Lord Stanton's face. Sir Harry seemed to be enjoying the food, all the while trying to muster the courage to ask Lady Laura to join him for a walk after dinner.
Upstairs, Alice stretched, yawned and jumped down from the bed. Noticing how wobbly her legs felt, she shook her head quickly, as if to clear her thoughts. The small cat walked slowly downstairs, occasionally bumping into the walls, table legs and anything directly in her path. Finding her way to where her mistress was sitting, she rubbed against Laura's leg emitting a faint meow, and Laura bent down to pet her.
"Alice, you're finally awake," she said. Alice walked over to stand beside the serving table, bumping into Alfred's leg and sitting down abruptly. Laura was out of her chair in an instant, scooping her up and telling her aunt, "I do not know what in the world is the matter with her. When I tried to rouse her earlier she did not respond normally. I do hope she is not ill," she said worriedly, a concerned look shadowing her face.
Just then, Chef Armand entered the room to ask Lady Winter how she found the dinner. As he noticed the cat, he and Alice exchanged telling looks. "Lady Laura," the Chef confessed, "Truth be told I caught your little Alice drinking from a cup of milk to which I had added brandy. She had consumed quite a lot before I could take it away from her. No doubt, she slept a long time." Everyone burst out laughing and the amused Chef returned to his kitchen to recount the tale to the household staff.
"Oh, Alice!" exclaimed a relieved Laura. "What will you get into next?" she asked, giving her pet a hug and kiss. Alice, looked smug and promptly fell asleep. A smiling Laura carried her to the drawing room. Laying Alice on the settee she covered her small body with a light shawl. Alice's purrs turned into loud snores and Laura sat beside her, stroking her pet's head. She was so glad nothing was wrong. Alice was very naughty drinking milk laced with brandy.
Standing up to rejoin the others, she noticed an object on the floor. Bending down, she picked up a small dark brown leather pouch. Looking inside, her mouth formed an Oh, for she was surprised by what she found.
Offering an arm to each lady, he escorted them to the sofa. After the ladies took their seat, he settled into a chair, crossing his long legs, his boots reflecting the candles' glow. They discussed the accident and wondered aloud if they should postpone their departure for London. Her aunt said she was unsure if Uncle Simon would be allowed to travel.
Uncle Simon had also been included in Lady Winter's invitation to spend the upcoming season in the London townhouse. It had been rented for six months. The leasing agent had told her that it was very large, and would easily accommodate a big family.
Lady Winter shrugged her shoulders stating the obvious, "I am certain the good doctor will tell us his decision, just as soon as he joins us."
They did not have long to wait. Both Lord Stanton and Dr. Edwards entered the sitting room. The doctor outlined the care their relative would need. "Lady Winter, your uncle requires rest. I was told his man would be arriving tomorrow. Once I have examined him in the morning, I shall let you know my findings." He turned toward Lord Stanton and continued, "I really rather doubt he will be up to traveling tomorrow, but perhaps the day after. It all depends on his progress."
Bentley appeared in the doorway to announce that dinner was ready. The doctor politely refused Lady Winter's invitation to dine, because he was needed elsewhere. As he was leaving the house, he promised to return at once if needed. Otherwise, he would be back by nine o'clock tomorrow morning.
The men offered the ladies escort and they all walked into the dining room. Once seated, the servants served them Chef's delicious supper. They discreetly stood by and performed their duties beautifully.
The diners were unusually quiet, each lost in thought about Uncle Simon and their impending travel plans. Lady Laura thought again about the stranger she saw speaking with her uncle. Lord Stanton pondered the words the injured man had imparted. Lady Winter watched the expressions on Lord Stanton's face. Sir Harry seemed to be enjoying the food, all the while trying to muster the courage to ask Lady Laura to join him for a walk after dinner.
Upstairs, Alice stretched, yawned and jumped down from the bed. Noticing how wobbly her legs felt, she shook her head quickly, as if to clear her thoughts. The small cat walked slowly downstairs, occasionally bumping into the walls, table legs and anything directly in her path. Finding her way to where her mistress was sitting, she rubbed against Laura's leg emitting a faint meow, and Laura bent down to pet her.
"Alice, you're finally awake," she said. Alice walked over to stand beside the serving table, bumping into Alfred's leg and sitting down abruptly. Laura was out of her chair in an instant, scooping her up and telling her aunt, "I do not know what in the world is the matter with her. When I tried to rouse her earlier she did not respond normally. I do hope she is not ill," she said worriedly, a concerned look shadowing her face.
Just then, Chef Armand entered the room to ask Lady Winter how she found the dinner. As he noticed the cat, he and Alice exchanged telling looks. "Lady Laura," the Chef confessed, "Truth be told I caught your little Alice drinking from a cup of milk to which I had added brandy. She had consumed quite a lot before I could take it away from her. No doubt, she slept a long time." Everyone burst out laughing and the amused Chef returned to his kitchen to recount the tale to the household staff.
"Oh, Alice!" exclaimed a relieved Laura. "What will you get into next?" she asked, giving her pet a hug and kiss. Alice, looked smug and promptly fell asleep. A smiling Laura carried her to the drawing room. Laying Alice on the settee she covered her small body with a light shawl. Alice's purrs turned into loud snores and Laura sat beside her, stroking her pet's head. She was so glad nothing was wrong. Alice was very naughty drinking milk laced with brandy.
Standing up to rejoin the others, she noticed an object on the floor. Bending down, she picked up a small dark brown leather pouch. Looking inside, her mouth formed an Oh, for she was surprised by what she found.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
-8- Good News and Finding Alice
With just the ticking of the hands of the grandfather clock, as they moved from minute to minute, shadows cast their long impressions of the waning afternoon on the walls of the foyer. Tea had been duly drunk, and the tray removed. Everyone waited as the minutes turned into an hour.
In the meantime, Mrs. Willoughby voiced Chef Armand's inquiry, if he could prepare something special for Lady Winter and her guests. Looking relieved to be thinking of something normal, she agreed to whatever Chef wanted to fix. The man could always tempt her appetite. The very competent housekeeper politely thanked her mistress, curtsied and returned to the kitchen. Once there, she imparted her ladyship's message telling the chef, that tonight, he had carte blanche`. He began supper preparations at once.
The drawing room door slowly opened and Dr. Edwards made his way over to Lady Winter. As she stood up, he said, "All is well and he will fully recover." There was an audible sigh from those present. "But I should like him to have a meal of soup and tea." Seeing everyone's relief he continued, "I have instructed Alfred to make a stretcher. He, along with Lord Stanton, will carry your uncle above stairs.
Doctor Edwards looked around at the young people, saying with emphasis, "He needs to be kept quiet. At present, he is confused and questions will only upset him. I have prepared a light sedative for any discomfort. Because of his head injury, he should not be allowed to sleep for at least three hours." Making sure they all understood his instructions, he moved back into the drawing room, just as Lord Stanton was leaving the room, and closed the door behind him.
He took Lady Winter's hand in his, and assured her there was nothing to worry about. Turning toward Sir Harry, he added that they should prepare to leave, as soon as they got the injured man upstairs. His horses had been standing too long. But Laura told him, "Your driver left word over an hour ago, that he was taking the team and carriage to the stables. He requested that you send word, as to when he should return." Horton would be rewarded for his quick thinking, thought his lordship.
He had never gotten the chance to speak with Uncle Simon, about the intended message for the Home Office. Perhaps before he left, he would slip upstairs, to see if the older man was up to talking. Turning back to Lady Winter, he was about to ask her something, but she spoke up first.
"If it would not interfere with your evening, would you and Sir Harry mind staying to dine with Laura and me?" she asked, her steady gaze all but imploring him to stay. "I should feel better having you gentlemen about until uncle is settled," she explained calmly, before looking pointedly at her niece. Lady Laura joined in agreeing, "Aunt is right. This whole business has been so unsettling, and I believe we would feel better in case Uncle Simon needs someone strong to help him." His own man will not be arriving until tomorrow afternoon.
Both Sir Harry and Lord Stanton readily agreed. Lady Winter asked Mary to tell Chef that there would be four to dine. And she conveyed what the doctor ordered for her uncle to eat. Mary bobbed a curtsy and hastened to the kitchen. Once there, she reported to the staff that the old gentleman was doing much better. A sigh of relief escaped everyone's lips. The kitchen became a hub of conversation. And for once, even Chef Armand did not mind their chatter.
Laura noticed her maid at the top of the staircase, beckoning her to come up. Excusing herself, she walked quickly upstairs to see what Sarah wanted. "What is it Sarah?" she asked as she reached the landing. But Sarah, looking worried, did not reply at once. Laura took the girl's hand saying, "Sarah, what is wrong, you appear upset."
Nodding her head, the maid exclaimed, "I didn't want to trouble you, with your uncle hurt and all, but you need to know miss," she got out. She turned, and with her mistress close behind, they went down to the room Laura occupied. When they entered the bedchamber, Sarah pointed to the trunk on the floor. It lay open and when they looked inside, they saw Alice lying on top of the clothes, Sarah had been packing." Was this why her maid was so upset Laura wondered?
Laura admonished her lightly, "Alice you should not be on my clean clothes." Reaching for Alice, even though she touched her, the small cat lay unresponsive. Her little white chest was moving in rhythmic intervals. She appeared to be asleep. "Alice!" her young mistress called, shaking the cat. She repeatedly tried to rouse her.
Picking Alice up, Laura turned to Sarah demanding, "When did you find her?" Sarah replied, "Just a few minutes ago, miss. I tried to get her to jump out but she wouldn't wake up." Alice finally stirred in Laura's arms and opened her sleepy eyes. Emitting a big yawn, she curled into a ball, and nestled against Laura's heart.
Lady Laura stated, "This is not like her at all. You saw how I tried to rouse her, Sarah. What do you think is wrong with her?" she asked. Sarah said she had no idea. After observing Alice begin to display a more normal behavior said, "I do thank you for telling me Sarah, but in future, if you notice anything wrong with Alice, please let me know at once," she instructed. Sarah promised her she would.
They discussed outfits and such until it was time for dinner. After changing her gown, Laura watched Alice as she lay stretched out on the bed. Satisfied that her little kitty was acting herself once more, Laura went downstairs to join the others.
In the meantime, Mrs. Willoughby voiced Chef Armand's inquiry, if he could prepare something special for Lady Winter and her guests. Looking relieved to be thinking of something normal, she agreed to whatever Chef wanted to fix. The man could always tempt her appetite. The very competent housekeeper politely thanked her mistress, curtsied and returned to the kitchen. Once there, she imparted her ladyship's message telling the chef, that tonight, he had carte blanche`. He began supper preparations at once.
The drawing room door slowly opened and Dr. Edwards made his way over to Lady Winter. As she stood up, he said, "All is well and he will fully recover." There was an audible sigh from those present. "But I should like him to have a meal of soup and tea." Seeing everyone's relief he continued, "I have instructed Alfred to make a stretcher. He, along with Lord Stanton, will carry your uncle above stairs.
Doctor Edwards looked around at the young people, saying with emphasis, "He needs to be kept quiet. At present, he is confused and questions will only upset him. I have prepared a light sedative for any discomfort. Because of his head injury, he should not be allowed to sleep for at least three hours." Making sure they all understood his instructions, he moved back into the drawing room, just as Lord Stanton was leaving the room, and closed the door behind him.
He took Lady Winter's hand in his, and assured her there was nothing to worry about. Turning toward Sir Harry, he added that they should prepare to leave, as soon as they got the injured man upstairs. His horses had been standing too long. But Laura told him, "Your driver left word over an hour ago, that he was taking the team and carriage to the stables. He requested that you send word, as to when he should return." Horton would be rewarded for his quick thinking, thought his lordship.
He had never gotten the chance to speak with Uncle Simon, about the intended message for the Home Office. Perhaps before he left, he would slip upstairs, to see if the older man was up to talking. Turning back to Lady Winter, he was about to ask her something, but she spoke up first.
"If it would not interfere with your evening, would you and Sir Harry mind staying to dine with Laura and me?" she asked, her steady gaze all but imploring him to stay. "I should feel better having you gentlemen about until uncle is settled," she explained calmly, before looking pointedly at her niece. Lady Laura joined in agreeing, "Aunt is right. This whole business has been so unsettling, and I believe we would feel better in case Uncle Simon needs someone strong to help him." His own man will not be arriving until tomorrow afternoon.
Both Sir Harry and Lord Stanton readily agreed. Lady Winter asked Mary to tell Chef that there would be four to dine. And she conveyed what the doctor ordered for her uncle to eat. Mary bobbed a curtsy and hastened to the kitchen. Once there, she reported to the staff that the old gentleman was doing much better. A sigh of relief escaped everyone's lips. The kitchen became a hub of conversation. And for once, even Chef Armand did not mind their chatter.
Laura noticed her maid at the top of the staircase, beckoning her to come up. Excusing herself, she walked quickly upstairs to see what Sarah wanted. "What is it Sarah?" she asked as she reached the landing. But Sarah, looking worried, did not reply at once. Laura took the girl's hand saying, "Sarah, what is wrong, you appear upset."
Nodding her head, the maid exclaimed, "I didn't want to trouble you, with your uncle hurt and all, but you need to know miss," she got out. She turned, and with her mistress close behind, they went down to the room Laura occupied. When they entered the bedchamber, Sarah pointed to the trunk on the floor. It lay open and when they looked inside, they saw Alice lying on top of the clothes, Sarah had been packing." Was this why her maid was so upset Laura wondered?
Laura admonished her lightly, "Alice you should not be on my clean clothes." Reaching for Alice, even though she touched her, the small cat lay unresponsive. Her little white chest was moving in rhythmic intervals. She appeared to be asleep. "Alice!" her young mistress called, shaking the cat. She repeatedly tried to rouse her.
Picking Alice up, Laura turned to Sarah demanding, "When did you find her?" Sarah replied, "Just a few minutes ago, miss. I tried to get her to jump out but she wouldn't wake up." Alice finally stirred in Laura's arms and opened her sleepy eyes. Emitting a big yawn, she curled into a ball, and nestled against Laura's heart.
Lady Laura stated, "This is not like her at all. You saw how I tried to rouse her, Sarah. What do you think is wrong with her?" she asked. Sarah said she had no idea. After observing Alice begin to display a more normal behavior said, "I do thank you for telling me Sarah, but in future, if you notice anything wrong with Alice, please let me know at once," she instructed. Sarah promised her she would.
They discussed outfits and such until it was time for dinner. After changing her gown, Laura watched Alice as she lay stretched out on the bed. Satisfied that her little kitty was acting herself once more, Laura went downstairs to join the others.
Monday, August 27, 2007
-7- A Surprise Return
After the men handed the ladies into the plush carriage, they joined them and sat opposite, with their backs to the driver. Horton, Lord Stanton's driver, shook the reins gently and the horses began walking forward. Not seeing where they were going, but only where they had been was just fine, as the visions that sat before them were breathtakingly beautiful - Laura with her dewy countenance, and Lady Winter with her calm reserve, which only enhanced her radiance. Both ladies were dressed in pretty gowns, their parasols held overhead shading them from the sun's rays.
Everyone was familiar with Brighton's scenery and attractions, so they conversed while the wheels turned, bringing them ever closer to the shore. The salty air was fresh and a good breeze was keeping the air cooled. Seagulls floated in the sky overhead, their calls filling the air. What a beautiful day.
Upon their return, they were met by a flustered Bentley, who practically ran out to greet the group, as they stepped out of the carriage. Bowing toward them he turned at once to Lady Winter, exclaiming, "My lady. Please come quickly. It's your uncle. Alfred found him lying on the drawing room floor, and he is still unconscious." His agitation showing he turned abruptly, leading the way. Lady Winter let out a little cry and followed.
Lord Stanton beat them to the front door, his long legs carrying him swiftly to the drawing room. Once there, he took in the entire scene with a practiced glance. The housekeeper, Mrs. Willoughby, Alfred and Mary were all standing over the now prone gentleman, whose face was drained of color. He looked so small and vulnerable lying there.
Alfred must have picked him up and placed him on the settee. Mary was holding a now bloodstained cloth against the old man's forehead. Her worried look and unspoken words saying what everyone was thinking. He must have fallen somehow and hit his head. They all knew he was a bit shaky on his feet. The hand bell was lying on its side, and had rolled underneath a table.
Lord Stanton demanded "Did you send for the doctor?" He pulled Mary's hand away to see the full extent of Uncle Simon's injuries. The bleeding right above his left temple had almost stopped but there was a nasty gash. A bruise was forming and a lump was rising beneath his scalp. Bentley replied shakily, "Yes, my lord, Sarah is fetching him now."
By now, Lady Winter, Laura and Sir Harry had joined them, asking what happened, their concern written on their faces. Lady Laura dropped to her knees and placed her hand on the top of Uncle Simon's chest. "I feel his heart beating," she pronounced. She studied his breathing and cried, "Uncle Simon, we are here. Please open your eyes." She pleaded, frantically squeezing his frail hand. Bending her head she offered up a prayer.
Lady Winter took Laura's hand and led her to the sofa. "Take a seat my dear and let the doctor examine him," she said gently, for indeed, the doctor had arrived and stood looking down at Uncle Simon. Sarah, who now stood in the doorway, looked on and said, "I told the doctor how we found him. Will he be all right?" she asked.
The doctor asked Lord Stanton and Mrs. Willoughby to stay, and ordered everyone else from the room. "Let my patient have quiet so I may examine him." They all shuffled out of the room.
Taking seats in the foyer, everyone looked strained. Sir Harry stood almost as soon as he had taken a seat to begin pacing. "He was worried before we left," he told Lady Winter. She asked, "What are you speaking about?" Sir Harry looked aghast that he let his previous observation of the older gentleman slip.
"Lady Winter," he began, "It was an impression I had, is all. Before we left he seemed worried about something. Lord Stanton spoke with him for a few minutes. When we left he seemed relieved," he confided. "Perhaps I am wrong. Let us wait to see what Lord Stanton can tell us," he finished.
Lady Laura stood and paced about, too. Mary asked if anyone would care for tea. Lady Winter told her that would be a good idea and Mary, glad to be distracted, headed for the kitchen. The room fell quiet and they waited. What a surprising turn of events.
Everyone was familiar with Brighton's scenery and attractions, so they conversed while the wheels turned, bringing them ever closer to the shore. The salty air was fresh and a good breeze was keeping the air cooled. Seagulls floated in the sky overhead, their calls filling the air. What a beautiful day.
Upon their return, they were met by a flustered Bentley, who practically ran out to greet the group, as they stepped out of the carriage. Bowing toward them he turned at once to Lady Winter, exclaiming, "My lady. Please come quickly. It's your uncle. Alfred found him lying on the drawing room floor, and he is still unconscious." His agitation showing he turned abruptly, leading the way. Lady Winter let out a little cry and followed.
Lord Stanton beat them to the front door, his long legs carrying him swiftly to the drawing room. Once there, he took in the entire scene with a practiced glance. The housekeeper, Mrs. Willoughby, Alfred and Mary were all standing over the now prone gentleman, whose face was drained of color. He looked so small and vulnerable lying there.
Alfred must have picked him up and placed him on the settee. Mary was holding a now bloodstained cloth against the old man's forehead. Her worried look and unspoken words saying what everyone was thinking. He must have fallen somehow and hit his head. They all knew he was a bit shaky on his feet. The hand bell was lying on its side, and had rolled underneath a table.
Lord Stanton demanded "Did you send for the doctor?" He pulled Mary's hand away to see the full extent of Uncle Simon's injuries. The bleeding right above his left temple had almost stopped but there was a nasty gash. A bruise was forming and a lump was rising beneath his scalp. Bentley replied shakily, "Yes, my lord, Sarah is fetching him now."
By now, Lady Winter, Laura and Sir Harry had joined them, asking what happened, their concern written on their faces. Lady Laura dropped to her knees and placed her hand on the top of Uncle Simon's chest. "I feel his heart beating," she pronounced. She studied his breathing and cried, "Uncle Simon, we are here. Please open your eyes." She pleaded, frantically squeezing his frail hand. Bending her head she offered up a prayer.
Lady Winter took Laura's hand and led her to the sofa. "Take a seat my dear and let the doctor examine him," she said gently, for indeed, the doctor had arrived and stood looking down at Uncle Simon. Sarah, who now stood in the doorway, looked on and said, "I told the doctor how we found him. Will he be all right?" she asked.
The doctor asked Lord Stanton and Mrs. Willoughby to stay, and ordered everyone else from the room. "Let my patient have quiet so I may examine him." They all shuffled out of the room.
Taking seats in the foyer, everyone looked strained. Sir Harry stood almost as soon as he had taken a seat to begin pacing. "He was worried before we left," he told Lady Winter. She asked, "What are you speaking about?" Sir Harry looked aghast that he let his previous observation of the older gentleman slip.
"Lady Winter," he began, "It was an impression I had, is all. Before we left he seemed worried about something. Lord Stanton spoke with him for a few minutes. When we left he seemed relieved," he confided. "Perhaps I am wrong. Let us wait to see what Lord Stanton can tell us," he finished.
Lady Laura stood and paced about, too. Mary asked if anyone would care for tea. Lady Winter told her that would be a good idea and Mary, glad to be distracted, headed for the kitchen. The room fell quiet and they waited. What a surprising turn of events.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
-6- Not Drawing Conclusions
Lady Winter and Laura excused themselves, retiring upstairs to prepare for their outing. It promised to be a bright sunny day with no chance of rain. The summer's heat had not been too bad for this time of year, but they knew they would need their parasols to protect their delicate skin. Freckles did not become a lady. And a suntan would never do.
The men were left to discuss matters of business and their horses while they awaited the ladies' return. Uncle Simon nonchalantly slipped his hand into his pocket to touch the silver box hidden there. Frowning to himself, he wondered once again why he needed to keep quiet about it and thought perhaps he might confide in Lord Stanton, who was more worldly than he. Since he was getting up in age he wasn't sure he was best suited for the task set before him.
An opportunity soon presented itself when Sir Harry got up abruptly, excused himself and left the room. Uncle Simon was unaware that Lord Stanton had made a head-jerking motion towards the door only seconds before. His decision made, Uncle Simon turned his worried eyes to the old family friend and said, "Sebastian, knowing you are a most loyal subject of the throne, I really must beg you to take this silver box to the Home Office in London." He placed the object onto the table separating the two men, his hand shaking slightly. "I am no longer the dashing blade I once was, and so I beseech you to keep the confidence passed on to me only an hour ago," he finished.
Reaching out his hand, Lord Stanton's long well tapered fingers closed around the box, dwarfing it in size when compared to his large hands. He examined it, then agreed they would sit down together later that afternoon to get all the facts straight before their leaving for London tomorrow. Uncle Simon looked relieved and smiled his thanks.
Lord Stanton was now in possession of a silver box, complete with secrets soon-to-be-disclosed. He wondered what Uncle Simon had gotten himself into but decided he would not draw conclusions before he understood the entire tale. He had noticed a stranger speaking to the elderly gentleman upon his arrival. Something about the man seemed familiar, but he wasn't sure because his back was to him and Sir Harry had been impatient to knock on the door and gain entry to the house. He was sure the boy had a tendre for his goddaughter.
Placing the box into his pocket just as Sir Harry returned, he smiled reassuringly at the elderly man. The ladies descended the stairs to join them by the doorway. "Shall we away?" Lady Winter asked. Sir Harry quickly offered his arm to Laura and Lord Stanton offered the same courtesy to Lady Winter. They bade the sweet old gentleman good-bye and left the house.
Alfred closed the door behind them then turning asked if Uncle Simon would be requiring his services. "Oh no but thank you Alfred. I shall rest a bit. You run along now," he said. Dismissed, Albert returned to the servants quarters to partake of his luncheon with the rest of the staff.
Uncle Simon settled down in the large comfortable chair already closing his eyes. He believed he had done the right thing, and exhaling a sigh took a leisurely nap.
The men were left to discuss matters of business and their horses while they awaited the ladies' return. Uncle Simon nonchalantly slipped his hand into his pocket to touch the silver box hidden there. Frowning to himself, he wondered once again why he needed to keep quiet about it and thought perhaps he might confide in Lord Stanton, who was more worldly than he. Since he was getting up in age he wasn't sure he was best suited for the task set before him.
An opportunity soon presented itself when Sir Harry got up abruptly, excused himself and left the room. Uncle Simon was unaware that Lord Stanton had made a head-jerking motion towards the door only seconds before. His decision made, Uncle Simon turned his worried eyes to the old family friend and said, "Sebastian, knowing you are a most loyal subject of the throne, I really must beg you to take this silver box to the Home Office in London." He placed the object onto the table separating the two men, his hand shaking slightly. "I am no longer the dashing blade I once was, and so I beseech you to keep the confidence passed on to me only an hour ago," he finished.
Reaching out his hand, Lord Stanton's long well tapered fingers closed around the box, dwarfing it in size when compared to his large hands. He examined it, then agreed they would sit down together later that afternoon to get all the facts straight before their leaving for London tomorrow. Uncle Simon looked relieved and smiled his thanks.
Lord Stanton was now in possession of a silver box, complete with secrets soon-to-be-disclosed. He wondered what Uncle Simon had gotten himself into but decided he would not draw conclusions before he understood the entire tale. He had noticed a stranger speaking to the elderly gentleman upon his arrival. Something about the man seemed familiar, but he wasn't sure because his back was to him and Sir Harry had been impatient to knock on the door and gain entry to the house. He was sure the boy had a tendre for his goddaughter.
Placing the box into his pocket just as Sir Harry returned, he smiled reassuringly at the elderly man. The ladies descended the stairs to join them by the doorway. "Shall we away?" Lady Winter asked. Sir Harry quickly offered his arm to Laura and Lord Stanton offered the same courtesy to Lady Winter. They bade the sweet old gentleman good-bye and left the house.
Alfred closed the door behind them then turning asked if Uncle Simon would be requiring his services. "Oh no but thank you Alfred. I shall rest a bit. You run along now," he said. Dismissed, Albert returned to the servants quarters to partake of his luncheon with the rest of the staff.
Uncle Simon settled down in the large comfortable chair already closing his eyes. He believed he had done the right thing, and exhaling a sigh took a leisurely nap.
Friday, August 24, 2007
-5- Morning Tea and Guests
Lady Laura let out a glad cry as she ran forward to greet the tall, broad shouldered gentleman, who upon seeing her stood and held out his arms. She literally flew into them and cried "Godfather, how good to see you." She let out a whoop as he lifted her up and smiled as he replied, "Indeed it is and my how you have grown." He planted a kiss on the top of her shining hair. He noticed she smelled faintly of lavender and became nostalgic for the little girl he had left behind when he had traveled to the Caribbean. Although they had exchanged a few letters during her school years it felt good to be home.
Setting her down, Lord Stanton released her and together they sat down on the sofa by the table, which was laid with morning tea and delicious muffins that Chef had sent down for their enjoyment. Her eyes shining, Laura turned expectantly toward Lady Winter and noticed a wistful look upon her face. "Aunt, isn't it perfect that Lord Stanton is finally come home," she demanded. Before looking over Laura's head to where the man in question sat, she schooled her features.
Lady Winter's eyes met those of Lord Stanton's and agreed "Yes, Laura it is. Here have some muffins. Chef makes them taste so good." She handed the plate to Laura, and turning to Sir Harry she drew him into the conversation by telling Laura their guests had come to take them for a drive. Her niece quickly agreed to the plan adding, "I shall need to have Sarah put my hair up and then give her some instructions about packing before we leave."
So for the next twenty minutes they talked and laughed at different stories they had to tell. Most of the time Sir Harry and Lady Winter sat by, while Laura and Lord Stanton talked nonstop. This gave her aunt time to inspect Lord Stanton unguardedly, to drink in his handsome countenance. She watched his mouth move in conversation, his lips curve into a smile and his otherwise reserved features light up with undisguised joy. Yes indeed, she too was glad he was home.
Uncle Simon holding onto Alfred's arm entered the room and took a seat to join the party, the little silver box tucked securely in his coat pocket.
Setting her down, Lord Stanton released her and together they sat down on the sofa by the table, which was laid with morning tea and delicious muffins that Chef had sent down for their enjoyment. Her eyes shining, Laura turned expectantly toward Lady Winter and noticed a wistful look upon her face. "Aunt, isn't it perfect that Lord Stanton is finally come home," she demanded. Before looking over Laura's head to where the man in question sat, she schooled her features.
Lady Winter's eyes met those of Lord Stanton's and agreed "Yes, Laura it is. Here have some muffins. Chef makes them taste so good." She handed the plate to Laura, and turning to Sir Harry she drew him into the conversation by telling Laura their guests had come to take them for a drive. Her niece quickly agreed to the plan adding, "I shall need to have Sarah put my hair up and then give her some instructions about packing before we leave."
So for the next twenty minutes they talked and laughed at different stories they had to tell. Most of the time Sir Harry and Lady Winter sat by, while Laura and Lord Stanton talked nonstop. This gave her aunt time to inspect Lord Stanton unguardedly, to drink in his handsome countenance. She watched his mouth move in conversation, his lips curve into a smile and his otherwise reserved features light up with undisguised joy. Yes indeed, she too was glad he was home.
Uncle Simon holding onto Alfred's arm entered the room and took a seat to join the party, the little silver box tucked securely in his coat pocket.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
-4- Laura Becomes Suspicious
Laura whirled around to see Sarah approaching along the path, and if she was wondering why her mistress was lurking behind the tree she never let her expression convey this as she said, "Miss, Lady Winter would like you to join her and her guests in the drawing room."
Laura considered not going immediately but changed her mind. "Sarah," she asked, "Please let Uncle Simon know I will be joining her ladyship but will speak with him a bit later." Thoughtfully she added "See if you can find out who that gentleman is as I do not recall seeing him before." Laura walked back into the house and thought that she could find out who he was without showing any open interest on her part. Much to her chagrin she glanced back in time to see the man bowing to her uncle and striding off in the opposite direction from the garden. She turned the door handle and went inside.
Now why would he leave that way she mused. Along the shadowed hallway her thoughts continued in this manner. So deep in thought was she that she almost bumped into Alfred as he carried a brass bound trunk toward the staircase. "Oh, I do beg your pardon Alfred," she exclaimed. Alfred had already set the trunk down and was standing back so as to allow her to pass. "All is well miss." he nodded and then proceeded to lift the trunk once more and go upstairs.
Just as she was ready to enter the drawing room she began to wonder why her aunt wanted her to join her. She looked at the grandfather clock to see it was only ten o'clock. Very early for visitors. She pushed open the doors and smiled when she saw who was there.
Laura considered not going immediately but changed her mind. "Sarah," she asked, "Please let Uncle Simon know I will be joining her ladyship but will speak with him a bit later." Thoughtfully she added "See if you can find out who that gentleman is as I do not recall seeing him before." Laura walked back into the house and thought that she could find out who he was without showing any open interest on her part. Much to her chagrin she glanced back in time to see the man bowing to her uncle and striding off in the opposite direction from the garden. She turned the door handle and went inside.
Now why would he leave that way she mused. Along the shadowed hallway her thoughts continued in this manner. So deep in thought was she that she almost bumped into Alfred as he carried a brass bound trunk toward the staircase. "Oh, I do beg your pardon Alfred," she exclaimed. Alfred had already set the trunk down and was standing back so as to allow her to pass. "All is well miss." he nodded and then proceeded to lift the trunk once more and go upstairs.
Just as she was ready to enter the drawing room she began to wonder why her aunt wanted her to join her. She looked at the grandfather clock to see it was only ten o'clock. Very early for visitors. She pushed open the doors and smiled when she saw who was there.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
-3- Lady Winter Laughs
Lady Winter finished her breakfast and sipped her steaming cup of coffee, made from Jamaican beans that Chef Armand had personally roasted only that morning. She lifted a letter, her hand poised in midair, as sounds of heavy footfalls approached. Laying the unopened letter back down on the silver salver, she looked up to see who might be arriving. "Sir Harry Perkins and Lord Stanton my lady," Bentley, the butler announced and bowed as they entered.
They quickly crossed to the table as she stood up to greet her guests. "Lady Winter," they both murmured as they each, in turn, raised her fingers to their lips. "We didn't mean to disturb you coming by this early," stated Lord Stanton looking a bit uncomfortable at obviously interrupting Lady Winter's breakfast.
She hurriedly assured them that she was about to get up to walk outside to the garden. "It might be better if we sit down in the drawing room if you wouldn't mind transferring there?" she asked. They agreed and she led the way down the hall to the front of the house. Once there she turned and asked "To what do I owe this visit?"
Sir Harry piped up eagerly, "We wanted to take you and Lady Laura for a drive as Lord Stanton has just purchased a new carriage and a set of perfectly matched grays." His excitement was amusing to behold. He brushed back his blond hair from sheer nervousness. His entreating look reminded her of a puppy's.
Lady Winter hid her smile and turned toward the very tall, dark haired, gorgeous man standing right next to her. She had to bend her neck back to look into his eyes. What she saw there made her tingle from the top of her head to her toes. My, she thought he is still so handsome, even after these ten years of not seeing him. Was it possible he was even more handsome, she wondered.
Lord Stanton had recently returned from Jamaica where he owned land planted in sugar cane, which was harvested slave free. He was as rich as Croesus and could easily afford to pay his employees handsomely. Something in his expression told her he knew what she was thinking and she hurriedly looked back at Sir Harry, smiling widely and said. "You might not know it but we will be busy packing to be ready to journey to London tomorrow. We will be there for the season and must prepare for our departure."
But upon seeing Lord Harry's happy expression fall she said "We might be able to go for a short ride as long as we are back by two o'clock." His face immediately looked hopeful again.
Lady Winter moved toward the bell-pull and reaching out gave it a light tug. Within thirty seconds, Mary bobbed a curtsy and Lady Winter asked her to bring Lady Laura to her at once. The maid left in search of her mistress. Lady Winter laughed and her guests looked at her with a little surprise. Inwardly she was feeling alive and very well, indeed. Recovering her dignified poise at once she bade them "Pray be seated."
Meanwhile, Lady Laura was looking with curiosity at the handsome stranger who was in deep conversation with Uncle Simon. Something about their hushed undertones made her stay hidden behind the large live oak tree. Only the hem of her dress was visible. Even Alice was quietly watching. Suddenly she felt she was being observed and Laura turned away, only to miss the stranger handing a small silver box to her uncle.
And as cats often do Alice soon lost interest, jumped down and sashayed towards the kitchen. Chef Armand always had a treat ready for her, no matter what time she appeared. Nose in the air she walked languidly, her attention fixed on the smell of food.
They quickly crossed to the table as she stood up to greet her guests. "Lady Winter," they both murmured as they each, in turn, raised her fingers to their lips. "We didn't mean to disturb you coming by this early," stated Lord Stanton looking a bit uncomfortable at obviously interrupting Lady Winter's breakfast.
She hurriedly assured them that she was about to get up to walk outside to the garden. "It might be better if we sit down in the drawing room if you wouldn't mind transferring there?" she asked. They agreed and she led the way down the hall to the front of the house. Once there she turned and asked "To what do I owe this visit?"
Sir Harry piped up eagerly, "We wanted to take you and Lady Laura for a drive as Lord Stanton has just purchased a new carriage and a set of perfectly matched grays." His excitement was amusing to behold. He brushed back his blond hair from sheer nervousness. His entreating look reminded her of a puppy's.
Lady Winter hid her smile and turned toward the very tall, dark haired, gorgeous man standing right next to her. She had to bend her neck back to look into his eyes. What she saw there made her tingle from the top of her head to her toes. My, she thought he is still so handsome, even after these ten years of not seeing him. Was it possible he was even more handsome, she wondered.
Lord Stanton had recently returned from Jamaica where he owned land planted in sugar cane, which was harvested slave free. He was as rich as Croesus and could easily afford to pay his employees handsomely. Something in his expression told her he knew what she was thinking and she hurriedly looked back at Sir Harry, smiling widely and said. "You might not know it but we will be busy packing to be ready to journey to London tomorrow. We will be there for the season and must prepare for our departure."
But upon seeing Lord Harry's happy expression fall she said "We might be able to go for a short ride as long as we are back by two o'clock." His face immediately looked hopeful again.
Lady Winter moved toward the bell-pull and reaching out gave it a light tug. Within thirty seconds, Mary bobbed a curtsy and Lady Winter asked her to bring Lady Laura to her at once. The maid left in search of her mistress. Lady Winter laughed and her guests looked at her with a little surprise. Inwardly she was feeling alive and very well, indeed. Recovering her dignified poise at once she bade them "Pray be seated."
Meanwhile, Lady Laura was looking with curiosity at the handsome stranger who was in deep conversation with Uncle Simon. Something about their hushed undertones made her stay hidden behind the large live oak tree. Only the hem of her dress was visible. Even Alice was quietly watching. Suddenly she felt she was being observed and Laura turned away, only to miss the stranger handing a small silver box to her uncle.
And as cats often do Alice soon lost interest, jumped down and sashayed towards the kitchen. Chef Armand always had a treat ready for her, no matter what time she appeared. Nose in the air she walked languidly, her attention fixed on the smell of food.
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