I’ve been thinking about my story line for a number of years now. I shall once more breath life into my heroine. Some things get put aside until the time is right.
-18- New Dwellings for The Chef, Butler and Housekeeper
Just as soon as the baggage carriages and staff pulled up to the new house on Grosvenor Square, Alfred and Bentley assisted Mrs. Willoughby, Sarah and Mary to alight from the carriage step onto the wide sidewalk. Chef Armand was busy looking at the large rose- colored brick house, letting his gaze slide up, up, up to the tops of the chimneys. He nodded in approval, and with a satisfied grunt he climbed up the stairs to stand behind Bentley, who was at this very moment pushing a heavy key into the lock. The front door appeared very strong and heavy. Bentley gave a turn of the key and pushed the ornately carved wooden door inward.
One by one they entered the great vestibule and Bentley turned to order Alfred to carry in the baggage and to check with him as to which rooms they would need to be taken to. Turning to Mrs. Willoughby, he suggested she show Mary and Sarah to their rooms above-stairs, while he would escort Chef Armand to his kitchen. Chef Armand graciously bent his head in acquiescence and followed the elderly servant, all the while taking in the richness of his surroundings. The hallway was wide and the gleaming wooden floors were covered with thick, beautiful, hand carved rugs, which muffled their footsteps and his shoes almost sank into the surface. This was looking better and better he thought to himself. When the man in front of him stopped before a swinging door, he stepped aside, allowing chef to pass before him. Hearing the chef’s quick intake of breath, he smiled, allowing a brief look of smug delight to shine momentarily upon his face. Bentley quickly schooled his expression before walking into the room.
Chef Armand was standing, mouth open, almost awestruck by the completely renovated and sparkling kitchen. In his experience, he had at the best of times a small, cramped place in which to work his magic and order about his staff of servants. Such quarters made for an uncomfortable place to work for hours at a time. Not so here.
Bentley explained that Lady Winter had purchased the house next door. Over the past five months, workman had combined their efforts into expanding the kitchen, pantry, sinks, workspaces and dining areas. And at the back of the house, she had instructed them to create chef a private bedroom chamber and sitting room. He sat down in the chair provided and Bentley suggested he himself would prepare some tea straight away. Chef Armand showed his gratitude by taking Bentley’s hand in his giant ones and thanking him.
Bentley went into the kitchen and prepared enough tea for everyone. He, Chef and Mrs. Willoughby would be having a meeting within the hour, to be in readiness for Lady Winter’s arrival.
In the meantime, Mrs. Willoughby and the maids who were following her to the topmost floor, were also taking in the newly refurbished walls, doors, floors, ceilings and furnishings. Everything looked new and clean, bright and shining. They hurried to their floor and let out several ahs in appreciation. The fourth floor was larger, more open and there was even a private sitting room! Plus, each of their bedroom doors was off the main room. Never in their wildest dreams had they supposed they would be housed so lavishly.
Each of the women was counting her lucky stars as Mrs. Willoughby excused herself to freshen up. She told the women to unpack and rest for half an hour, before joining her downstairs in the kitchen. She left them to walk silently down the grand staircase. Everything was in perfect order, and her job was going to be so much easier that she felt as if she were dreaming. The hushed swish of her skirts was the only sound to be heard. There was no noise from the outside Square at all.
Within a few minutes, she had joined Chef Armand and Bentley at the kitchen table. She poured tea for them. They discussed the menus and looked into the pantry, larder, ovens (for there were two), and the other nooks and crannies. They were very excited and agreed on their newly found accord. A friendship of sorts, had been established betwixt them and as the rest of their staff arrived, they joined in, drank some tea and were given a list of all of their duties and the rules by which they must abide. Lady Winter’s household would be perfectly run.
-17- Destinations and Lady Laura’s Discovery
The next morning was hailed by a very colorful rooster, singing the arrival of the sunrise. The sky was clear and there was not a cloud on the horizon. Everyone sat round the table sharing a full breakfast and talking gaily. Uncle Simon seemed very well and was telling everyone that he was well rested and his behavior indicated he spoke the truth.
They took their leave, and once in the carriage, Alice sat on her beloved mistress’s lap. Lady Winter leaned forward and rubbed Alice’s little head. “You have been a very good kitty and a wonderful traveler. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t see it for myself.” She smiled that gorgeous and radiant smile that captured many a heart. Lady Laura began wondering if her godfather had anything to do with her Aunt’s good mood. She had caught them stealing glances when they believed they unobserved. Inwardly Laura hugged herself. Glad to be so close to London, her come-out imminent and the two people she loved the most beside her, she wanted to pinch herself that her dreams were finally coming true.
Just then Sir Harry rode up to her window. Smiling broadly he asked, “Lady Laura, would you care to ride with me in Hyde Park tomorrow afternoon? The fashionable hour is five o’clock and I will be able to introduce you to some of my friends.” She turned to look at her Aunt to see if she approved. Nodding her head, Lady Winter patted her niece’s hand. “Yes, Sir Harry, that would be very nice indeed,” she replied politely. “Good. I shall call for you at half past four tomorrow.” The outing was set and then Sir Sebastian rode up to the window as Sir Harry’s horse trotted ahead, “Lady Winter,” his deep voice caressed her name. “Would you do me the honor of riding with me tomorrow so we may join in the fun?” he asked. She replied, “But of course. I shall be happy to accompany you my lord.” He smiled and a glint lit his eyes. He urged his horse forward and rode ahead of their traveling carriage. Both ladies gazed out the window smiling, as their carriage rolled onward toward London.
Lady Laura was happy about her discovery. Her Aunt and her godfather did like each other. This was going to be very exciting. The season would afford her many happy hours of entertainment and so many new delights. She saw the tops of houses and buildings, in the distance and exclaimed, “Oh, do look Aunt, we have arrived in London!”
-16- Nocturnal Visitors
Since Sir Harry was the closest to the door, he opened it to reveal, of all people, Doctor Edwards. Entering the room, the doctor said, “My dear Lady Winter, I saw your traveling chaise in the courtyard, and I couldn’t believe it. I do hope you do not mind my joining you for a few minutes. I wanted to check up on your Uncle Simon.” Rushing to explain further, he went on, “I am called to London and will continue my journey tomorrow morning.” Espying his patient, the doctor began to approach him.
Lady Winter rose and extended her hand. She shook the doctor’s replying, “But of course you should join us. Your arrival could not be more timely. Uncle had an unsettling journey, and we have decided to stay the night here. I would that you see to him and reassure me that we did not leave Brighton too soon.” Her worried expression cast a shadow over her countenance.
Doctor Edwards saw to his patient immediately and the men ushered the doctor and Uncle Simon upstairs to his chamber. This left Lord Stanton, Lord Henry and the ladies to spend a little time in conversation. They decided to play whist before they retired. Mrs. Willowby, the landlord’s wife, had already escorted Lady Winter’s household staff upstairs, so it was just the four of them in the room.
“I am so pleased the Doctor was passing through and saw our carriage,” she exclaimed. I have worried that I rushed our departure instead of letting Uncle rest more. He seemed strong enough, but I must have misread his cheerful disposition for his being more recovered.” Lord Stanton patted her hand gently saying, “Lady Winter, you are always putting others before you. All will be well.” He smiled and suddenly the evening promised to be more enjoyable than she had hoped.
Sir Harry dealt their cards and for the next hour or so, they laughed, joked and played partners. The men won finally and then it was off to their beds for a good night’s rest. They would prepare to leave by nine o’clock, right after breakfast. The gentlemen escorted the ladies upstairs and bade them a good night.
Lady Laura preceded her Aunt into their bedchamber. As their window was open, Alice was lying down inside her little crate. Laura walked to the window and closed it. The late August evening had turned much cooler and this would allow Alice to sleep on her mistress’s bed. Sarah knocked on the door and came into the room. Curtseying, she then helped them to ready themselves for sleep. They thanked her and she went off to her own bed. The ladies settled down into their comfortable feather mattress and soon they were asleep. Alice yawned, stretched and closed her eyes. She purred and soon she was softly snoring into the night air.
Looking up at the bedroom windows of The Wooden Ship, the watcher had decided to climb up to the older man’s bedchamber, after the whole household was quiet. Those jewels must be recovered and tonight was perhaps the only chance to check and see if he had the pouch hidden in his belongings. Since they hadn’t been found in the front parlor, the old man was the most likely to have picked them up. Tonight was it.
Getting a ladder from the stable had been tricky, as the stable lad was making his nightly rounds and the ladder had to be quietly carried toward the inn. Once it had been lifted and leaned against the brick wall, the nocturnal intruder climbed the rungs as fast as possible. Thankfully the window was open. This was a good sign that fortune was smiling down. Once inside, a quick but silent search produced nothing. The old man was lying on his side and was snoring very loudly. Good enough to muffle the visitor’s footsteps.
A continued search through all of his personal belongings proved that the elderly gentleman did not harbor the priceless gems. Climbing out the window and back down the ladder took only a few seconds. The ladder was returned to the stable, so that none would be the wiser. Time to consider who might be in possession of the jewels, for without their recovery, financial doom was imminent.
-15- Repairing Uncle Simon and Alice Acts Naughty
Lady Laura leaned back against her godfather’s large chest, inhaling deeply. His scent, mixed with the fragrance of the warm day, the leather of the saddle and the smell of horseflesh, combined to give her a heady sense of adventure. Sighing a bit, she turned toward him asking, “Do you think poor Uncle Simon is going to recover? He is getting on in years and his hands were visibly trembling when they laid him on the coach seat.” She turned to look forward again, admiring the beauty of her surroundings.
Sebastian’s deep voice assured her, “Laura, your Uncle Simon is just having a difficult time of it, but I feel certain he is strong enough to pull through this. Hopefully, he will be back on his feet in a few days. Higgins and Alfred will take good care to see that that happens.” His strong hands held the reins a little tighter as the wind suddenly blew hard enough to cause the trees to bend forward and startle his horse.
Meanwhile, Laura’s aunt was having a hard time keeping little Alice calmed. She had to hold tightly to her leash while holding her soft, squirming body, to keep her from leaping out the window. Apparently, she wanted to ride on Laura’s lap atop the horse. Now that would be a sight, her aunt thought. “Please relax Alice,” she admonished gently. “Laura will hold you as soon as we reach the posting house. Looking out the window, she could see the top of the roof coming into view. “See there Alice, we shall arrive in just a few minutes and you will be reunited with Laura again.” Alice let out a tiny mew and settled down on the skirt of Aunt Minerva’s dress. She looked wistfully at the tops of the trees passing in view of the opened window.
Having reached the posting house, the entourage was made heartily welcome by the owner, and their horses were taken to the stables. Everyone entered the establishment, which was called, The Wooden Ship, and was quietly taken to a private dining room. Once there Uncle Simon was placed on the sofa and a cool cloth was laid on his forehead. “You know, I am feeling much better already,” he said. In fact, his coloring was a testament to his words. There was a creamy hue with a little pink in his cheeks. Much better than the deathly white and pasty pallor he had worn a short time before. Seeing him thus, sighs were heard audibly all around the room.
Alice rubbed herself against Lady Laura’s skirts, whereupon Laura scooped her up and twirled her three times in a circle. Noisily she dropped tiny kisses on the little cat’s head, and Alice went along with their game by acting as though she wanted to escape. To everyone’s pleasure, Alice leaned against her mistress’s neck and licked her cheek. A laughing Laura was so radiant that those present could only stare at the young lady’s happiness.
Walking over to Uncle Simon, Lady Laura kissed his thinning hair and told him, “There. Now you will be well, and we shall go on to London and prepare for all of our outings.” She smiled a brilliant smile and the old man basked in the warm glow. “Aye, Laura, I will take you about in grand style,” he promised.
Sebastian was looking at Lady Winter unabashedly, as her attention was on the owner’s wife and deciding upon their refreshments. When asked if there were enough rooms for them to stay the night, the woman assured her they could easily be accommodated. She then turned to Uncle Simon, asking him if he wanted to rest here and they would continue tomorrow. He agreed and Lady Winter asked the woman to prepare bedchambers for them, as they had decided to stay over.
They all dined in the private parlor, with the servants eating at a separate table. This was a bit of a holiday for them and a surprise to boot. One could hear the relaxed laughs and easy conversation enjoyed by all. Lady Winter was thankful her Uncle was looking well enough to partake of the roasted chicken and fresh vegetables. They were getting ready to retire when there came a knock upon the parlor room door. Everyone turned to see who was knocking.
-14- Little Upsets and Delays
Uncle Simon awoke with a start, his hands flying up to hold his aching head. “Ouch!” he exclaimed. The carriage had abruptly stopped and Higgins immediately awoke from the little nap he had been having. He saw that his master looked drawn and turning toward Lady Winter suggested, “Lady Winter, your Uncle does not appear strong enough to continue much further.” Turning back to the older man, who was now emitting small sounds of someone who did not feel very well, opened the carriage door and assisted him to step outside. Almost at once, the older man bent over and relieved himself of what he had eaten earlier. Pale and shaken, he allowed Higgins to assist him to sit down on a large tree trunk.
Observing this, Lord Stanton rode his horse close to the carriage. Upon seeing the distress upon the faces of the ladies said, “Lady Winter, there is a posting inn a little further in the town of Crawley. We can put up there for the night and send the servants ahead with the baggage carriages.”
“Yes. That would be the wise thing to do,” she agreed. “I leave it all in your capable hands Lord Stanton.” She sat back and held Laura’s hand in hers. “We will stop ahead and give Uncle Simon time to rest and recover himself. Sometimes when there has been a head injury, it upsets the stomach,” she explained. Although she wondered to herself if she sounded as convincing as she tried to. It would not do to get her niece upset, too.
Lady Laura turned her head to look out the window, just in time to see her Uncle become ill once again. “Oh Aunt Minerva, he is retching once more. Poor, poor Uncle Simon. I hope he will feel better soon,” she said.
By this time, Horton, Sir Harry and Lord Stanton were standing close by the elderly gentleman. He seemed to be getting some color back into his cheeks and he was not shaking very much anymore. “It might be better if your Uncle could stretch out across the seat and Higgins can keep a bucket close by, just in case he becomes ill again,” he confided in the ladies. “Laura, would you be willing to ride up before me on my horse?”
“But of course Godfather,” she readily agreed. Sir Harry assisted her to alight and as soon as Uncle Simon was settled back in the carriage, Lord Stanton mounted his horse. Sir Harry lifted Laura up to be positioned in front of Lord Stanton, across the saddle. She arranged her skirts while Sir Harry mounted his horse. Once more the entourage was en route.
The lone rider, who had been following in their wake, kept a discreet distance. “This is most fortunate indeed. There is a good possibility that tonight I can recover what is mine.” The words were softly spoken and a pleased expression flickered over the rider’s face.
-13- Trunks Packed and Ready To Go
The household was up before the rooster’s crow, and sunrise saw Laura and her Aunt dressed and seated at the breakfast table. Soon after they finished eating, Laura went to find Alice. She took her cat into her room and placed her into a large crate, to keep her from escaping through the window. Everyone, including Alice, would travel to London.
Uncle Simon was settled on the sofa, reading the morning paper, whilst Higgins sat on a chair nearby, in case his master needed anything. He had been with the elderly gentleman for almost fifteen years. Higgins was quiet, efficient, and loyal, plus he held a sincere affection for his master. His duties completed, their trunks packed, he only needed to help the older man climb into the carriage at departure time.
Lady Winter spoke with the entire staff in the dining room. Mrs. Willoughby and Chef Armand assured her ladyship that all personal belongings had been organized and packed into trunks and boxes. Even as they spoke, Alfred already had some of the stable lads loading the baggage carriages. All would be ready to travel within two hours. Everything was going according to plan. Feeling relieved, Lady Winter thanked them and then retired to her room. Once there she double-checked her own personal belongings, especially the ones she would keep close by her, in her carriage. The night before, she had sewn the leather pouch inside her deep pocket, so the gems were quite secure.
By ten o’clock Lord Stanton’s luxurious traveling carriage had arrived. Following close behind were Sir Harry and Lord Stanton. They both helped Higgins in getting Uncle Simon settled into the chaise, and then Higgins took the seat beside him. Next Lady Laura and Lady Winter were assisted into the carriage and took their seats opposite their Uncle and his man.
Alice was sitting on Laura’s lap wearing her traveling harness. It surrounded her small frame comfortably. There was a thin leash attached to it. Alice was used to wearing this apparatus for traveling with her mistress. Her ears were perked up and she was very interested in everything about her. Laura gave the little cat a treat to encourage good behavior and Alice licked her lips appreciatively.
The servants were loaded into the household’s carriage, directly in front of the two baggage carriages, which were very full. Everyone watched as Bentley closed the front door, turned the key and then handed it to Lady Winter. The butler climbed aboard the second carriage and Lord Stanton signaled to the drivers. Their journey was about to begin.
They were finally on their way and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Some were feeling they could finally relax, while others were quite excited at the prospect of leaving the seaside town and traveling to the great city of London.
Laura was thrilled to be a young woman on the threshold of her entry into society. There were plans to be made. Next week she was to be outfitted with an entirely new wardrobe, by the finest French dressmaker in the city. She dreamed about the people she would meet and the prospect of her very first ball. How exciting it all was, she thought. So intense were these feelings, that she almost hugged herself. The long years of boarding school were almost forgotten.
“Do you agree Laura?” her Uncle asked pointedly. His stare was fixed upon her dreamy features.
“Oh! I am sorry, I was woolgathering.” She admitted. “Please forgive me, what were you speaking of?” she asked.
“Are you excited about your come out Laura?” he asked gruffly. Meeting his inquisitive expression, she admitted that she was. They discussed places to sightsee and he even promised to accompany her for a drive through Hyde Park. “Would next Thursday be a good day?” he asked.
“That would be wonderful, Uncle Simon,” she accepted happily. Her rosy cheeks were a perfect compliment to the light yellow traveling dress she wore. She always looked entrancing, so much so, that the old man thought the young girl looked just like her mother did at the same age. Pity, he thought, that she had died so tragically. He was going to make sure he did his part in showing his grand niece a wonderful time in London.
The entourage made good time, with only a few stops, in order to refresh and change their horses before reaching the mid-way point. Lord Stanton and Sir Harry rode their own horses alongside the conveyance holding the ladies and Uncle Simon.
Sir Harry lived in London with his parents. His father was the Earl of Chester. He had an elder sister who had married last year, while his youngest sister was still at school. His parents believed he would settle down soon enough, so they were glad to have him about. There was no rush for a new heir. His parents were only in their mid-thirties and enjoyed perfect health. It was nice not to feel the kind of pressure to marry which so many of his friends did.
He glanced at Lady Laura’s profile, and although he could not help being attracted to her, he was getting the impression lately that she did not return his affection. Oh, she liked him well enough, as she might a brother, and for this reason he was determined to try just being her friend. He was ready to offer her friendship and an escort while she was in London. He resolved not to wear his heart on his sleeve, and having made this decision, he smiled to himself as he rode in companionable silence, alongside her chaise.
Meanwhile, Lord Stanton was taking in the beautiful scenery of his beloved England. My, but it was good to be home again. The waning summer day was pleasant and mild for late August. The trees were lush and green. It was still too early for the leaves to change color, he especially loved seeing their flaming glory.
Keeping his horse slightly behind the chaise afforded him an unrestricted view of Lady Winter. For all of her twenty-seven years, she didn’t look a day over twenty. He took his time admiring her flawless and elegant beauty. When he had found out that she had never married, he felt a deep satisfaction in that news. Since his return, he caught himself thinking about her all of the time, a pastime he had given up years before. No one could compare to her and he was beginning to wonder what he was going to do about this constant barrage of emotions he was experiencing. Continuing this train of thought, he rode deep in thought, alongside her chaise.
Uncle Simon was thinking about the young man’s visit the other day. That silver box and the story he shared, and then his own fall. The trouble was he was not sure if he fell of his own accord. Right now, he was confused about that afternoon. When they reached London, he would have another word with Lord Stanton. The old man snuggled down in his comfortable seat, and the sway of the carriage soon lulled him to sleep, comforted by the presence of those about him.
Lady Winter was not unaware of the long stares she was receiving through the carriage window. How could she not feel the intensity of Lord Stanton’s presence? Every inch of her being was aware of him. She needed to collect herself, to keep her reserve and pretend that she was unconcerned. Closing her eyes she soon relaxed enough to take a little nap. Smiling to herself, she dozed off, only to dream of the very man she was trying to ignore.
-12- Shopping and A Chance Encounter
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.
-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.”
-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.
Adventures of Lady Laura 