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Lily
Patricia Gaffney

This book is for Alicia Condon,

past whom nothing gets.

Thanks for ferreting out all my facile shortcuts and making me tell the truth.

CONTENTS

The Maid

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

The Master

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-one

Twenty-two

Twenty-three

The Gift

Twenty-four

Twenty-five

Twenty-six

Twenty-seven

Twenty-eight

Twenty-night

A Biography of Patricia Gaffney

The Maid
One

“J
UDAS!”

Lily whipped her hand away from the red-hot handle of the roasting spit and flapped her fingers in the smoky air. “Ow, ow, ow,” she yelped—softly, so her guests couldn’t hear. Gripping her wrist, she squeezed her watering eyes shut as a blade of intense irritation sliced through her, so sharp it almost eclipsed the pain. It was at times like this when she wished she knew more swear words.

The roast pork was black, ruined; even the grease in the pan was only a dried-up charcoal glaze. Fanny, of course, was nowhere in sight; her twelve-year-old maid-of-all-work must have gone home as soon as she’d put the meat on the spit, no doubt expecting it to turn itself. Maid-of-
no
-work was a likelier title, fumed Lily. But what in God’s name was she going to feed them now?

She wrapped the wet dishclout around her right thumb and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. There was no need to check the larder. She did anyway, but a miracle had not occurred since this morning: two eggs and a jar of lemon pickle were still the only edible contents. Uninvited houseguests had a way of depleting a girl’s pantry, especially if it was nearly empty to begin with. Now after three dinners, two suppers, and innumerable teas, Lily’s pocketbook was empty, too.

Nothing for it but to tell them. Who knew, they might even treat
her
to a meal for once. She unwrapped her thumb and blew on the raised welt, smoothed her hair back in its unruly red knot, straightened her shoulders, and started up the worn basement steps to her first-floor sitting room.

In the doorway she paused, and a quick flood of the old vexation spurted through her. Roger Soames sat beside the fire in her father’s old chair, slippered feet on the fender, reading the Lyme Regis
Monitor
and sipping from a glass of canary wine. The
last
glass of canary wine, she thought crossly; she hoped he enjoyed it, for there would be no more. She wondered how Reverend Soames’s fire-and-brimstone God managed to overlook his fondness for spirits—then chastised herself for judging him. And yet she couldn’t like him, even if he was her … well, she wasn’t exactly sure what he was. He was her father’s third cousin, but whether that made him her fourth cousin or her third once removed or something else altogether, she didn’t know. What mattered was that he was her last male relative, the executor of her father’s estate—if a legacy mostly of debts could be called an “estate”—and, for thirteen more months, her legal guardian.

She was even less clear on her relationship to Lewis, Soames’s son, who was sitting at her little writing desk and scribbling something with a quill. A sermon? A new tract on pious, godfearing behavior? Again she scolded herself: she had absolutely no right to make fun of him. Soames might or might not be a religious hypocrite, she hadn’t finally made up her mind on that score, but son Lewis was a genuine believer, a truly devout man. Curious, then, that she couldn’t quite bring herself to like him, either.

Reverend Soames glanced up from his newspaper. “Ah, Lily. Dinner is ready?”

“Cousin,” she faltered, unable to call him “Roger” even though he’d invited her to, “I’m most awfully sorry, but there’s been an accident. In the kitchen. Dinner’s ruined,” she confessed, spreading her hands.

A gleam of annoyance flared in his cold gray eyes before he masked it with an understanding smile. “Never mind, child. Come in, come, it’s time we talked.”

How could it be? thought Lily, almost in desperation. They’d been talking for two days! Before that she hadn’t even known she
had
two cousins from Exeter, much less a legal guardian. And now she was being worried, tormented, and bullied into marrying a man she didn’t care for, didn’t even know. Had she been too polite? How many ways were there to say “no?”

She moved farther into the room reluctantly, hands in the pockets of her shabby morning gown, nervously fingering the shillings in change she’d gotten back from the coal man this morning. “If it’s about Lewis and me—”

Soames stood up. He was a large, blocky man with a square face, big square hands, square shoulders. His body looked hard, as if carved out of a block of wood. No, not carved—
chopped,
with a hatchet or an ax. But his clothes were beautifully tailored and expensive, an anomaly that said much, in Lily’s opinion, for the sincerity of his commitment to the poor and unfortunate. He wore his iron-gray hair parted in the middle, folded into little sausage curls over his ears, and tied in back in a queue. His thick neck and wide, bluish jaw gave him a bovine look. He even had square teeth.

“Maidenly shyness is an estimable quality,” he announced, cutting her off in the fluid, booming tone that she could imagine sent sinners to their knees—or scrabbling in their pockets for donations. “And natural reserve is a trait to be nurtured and admired in a young Christian female. I respect you for it. But wisdom and humility are even higher virtues, and the young soul must aspire to them as well before the gates of heaven crack open for her. Come, my dear, it’s time to pray.” He stretched both huge, hair-covered hands out to her and bowed his head.

Blister it! Lily shot a glance at Lewis, who was getting up from behind the desk and moving toward them, presumably to join in the praying. Rebellion stirred sluggishly in her bosom, like a soldier roused from sleep before an uneven battle. She kept her hands at her sides. “Cousin Roger, I’m afraid that somehow I’ve misled you—all inadvertently, I promise. You do me great honor by proposing this marriage between Lewis and me”—here she turned what she hoped was a humble, appealing smile on her younger cousin—“but it just can’t be.”

“Why?”

Soames had snapped the word out. Was his infuriating equanimity finally deserting him? Would they both throw politeness away now and speak their minds?

“Because the match is unsuitable,” she said.

“Why?”

Now they were getting to it. But politeness was too ingrained a habit to relinquish so easily. “Because I’m not worthy of it. Lewis is my superior in every way, but most particularly in the—the spiritual way. He deserves a wife who can complement and encourage that part of him. A woman closer to his equal, one who—”

“Lily, Lily,” Soames cut in, shaking his big head disappointedly. “You speak of what Lewis ‘needs’ as if you knew the answer better than God. But what do
you
need?”

Money,
she answered immediately, but inaudibly. Just enough to get by on until she was twenty-one and came into her minuscule “inheritance.” Then she could live in impoverished independence forever, if she chose to, and not marry anyone at all!

“You can’t answer, I see. But I know what it is you need.”

“Do you?” For the first time a tiny note of irreverence crept into her voice. She heard it, and vowed not to repeat it.
Burn no bridges
had been one of her father’s maxims, one of his few practical ones. If she allowed fatigue and exasperation to snap her self-control, the goal would be lost. And the goal was to get these men out of her house in such a gracious, ladylike way they would hardly even know they’d been dismissed. She wanted them gone, but she needed their goodwill.

“What you need, Lily, is guidance. Something you’ve had precious little of in your short life, I fear. Your father set a shocking example. When your willfulness causes me to lose patience with you, I think of the life you’ve led; then my annoyance vanishes and I forgive you.”

Lily’s fingers curled into her palms. Condescending ass! And how dare he speak of her father that way?

“From now on, I intend to be your guardian in every sense of the word, but most particularly in the spiritual.”

Again she fought for control. “I thank you for that. You’re very kind, and I’m sure my soul can use … all the guidance it can get. I’ve no objection at all to any instruction you think is best. But as for me marrying Lewis, really, it’s simply not possible. We hardly know each other, we’ve only just met—”

“Permit me to claim a higher wisdom in this matter man you, my dear child. But we’ve wasted enough time talking. I have a large flock of souls to attend to, men and women who depend on me for moral and spiritual leadership. I can’t stay here past tomorrow.”

She tried not to look jubilant.

“There’s no sense in delaying the marriage. You’ll come with us to my home in Exeter tomorrow—you’ve only a month left on the lease of my house, after all. In three weeks the banns can be announced, and then the wedding can take place. In my home. Naturally I’ll officiate. You and Lewis will live with my wife and me, at least for a while, until you’re—”

“Cousin, please—you mistake me! I have not agreed to this!”

The look of arrogant benevolence faltered, but only for a moment. “Think, Lily,” Soames said softly, smoothly. “What else can you do? You have no means to support yourself, and thus no alternative.”

You smug, hypocritical, self-righteous…
She steadied herself, clasped demure hands, and looked at the floor. “You’re right, of course. But I had hoped that you might see another way to help me. My needs are small, I require very little. And I know you to be a generous man. If you would make me a modest loan, in your capacity as executor and under any terms agreeable to you, and only until my father’s small bequest comes to—”

“Ha!”

She looked up sharply. She thought she saw cynical recognition in his eyes—as if he’d decided his newfound cousin wasn’t so very different from him after all—but it was gone in an instant.

“My generosity is not being tested now,” he told her. “We’re discussing the will of the Lord.”

She blinked to disguise her annoyance. This was too unfair! “But surely the Lord’s will in matters like this is a puzzle to men, an ambiguous thing.”

“Often it is. Not in this case.”

“But why? Why?”

“Because I saw it in a vision. The Lord vouchsafed to me an image of His will at work, and I saw with great clarity the wisdom and perfect order of your union with Lewis. Come, we’ll pray.”

He reached for her hands and drew them forcibly away from her sides. He gave one to Lewis and then dropped to his knees. Lewis followed, and Lily found herself forced to kneel between them on the thin rug in front of the fireplace. Soames’s grip on her burned hand was torture, but when she tried to pull away he only held tighter.

“Almighty God, we beseech Thee! Look down upon Thy pitiful servant, Lily Trehearne, and grant her the wisdom to know Thy will and the humility to accept it. Make known to her the awesome folly of her pride and the sin of her arrogance, and in Thy infinite mercy grant her pardon. Reveal to this woman, this most unworthy of Thy daughters, the wages of sin and the penalty for selfishness.”

There was more, much more, but she shut her ears to it. Finally he stopped. She stole another glance at Lewis. His head was bowed, eyes shut tight; like his father, he seemed to be offering up a private prayer. What was in his mind? she wondered dismally, examining his set, expressionless face and stubborn mouth. He was a big, hulking man, like his father; the resemblance between them was unmistakable, although Lewis wore his hair short in the manner of a workingman—a laborer for the Lord. In the brief time she’d known him he’d hardly spoken directly to her, and then only to second his father’s pronouncements. She understood that he was as much in favor of this ridiculous marriage as Soames, and yet he’d shown no personal interest in her whatsoever, either as a friend or as a woman. Why were they so set on this union? Lily’s father had left her a pathetically small living—it couldn’t be for her money. Might Soames really have had a vision? She supposed such things were possible, and yet… somehow she didn’t believe it.

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