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Lord Thomas nodded solemnly.

I cannot argue.

Sinead continued,

Then my question is, do you honestly believe Lord Trevlyn would want a grandson who is so thoroughly Irish? Who could never be molded into an Englishman, no matter what measures Lord Trevlyn employed?

Lord Thomas took his time in answering, seeming to mull his answer carefully. Finally he said,

You understand I cannot speak for Lord Trevlyn.


I am aware of that.


I can only tell you what I think Lord Trevlyn would say, an assumption I would never dare make if it weren’t for the fact he sent me here to represent him.


Understood.


Then it’s my strong belief Lord Trevlyn would say, Patrick will do very well in England.

Lord Thomas smiled at Patrick.

Your grandfather is old now, and somewhat feeble, but all his life he has been a man of strong character who believes a man must have a purpose to his life. He would applaud your Irish independence. To his mind, a tenacious belief in oneself and one’s principles is a virtue. Never would he try, as your mother puts it, to mold you into something you are not.

Lord Thomas paused to reflect, then said to Sinead,

Patrick is the heir to a vast estate. As such, his grandfather will be more busy instilling in him the virtues of honor and hard work, rather than the rather dubious advantages of being an Englishman. I cannot imagine any circumstance in which Lord Trevlyn would allow his grandson to dissipate his time, wealth, and health, as I regret to say, many of my fellow Englishmen do.


Well said, sir,

answered Sinead. Evleen thought so, too. Their visitor had been forthright, and she admired that quality in a man. She suspected Lord Trevlyn’s lofty virtues might be Lord Thomas’s virtues, too.


If Patrick should go to England, I have one condition,

said Sinead.


Which is?


That if, after a reasonable length of time, he’s not happy in England, he may return to Ireland, no recriminations, and his return passage paid.


I am sure I speak for Lord Trevlyn when I say he’ll happily agree to those terms.


It’s settled, then.

Sinead looked around the table.

Patrick shall go to England,

she announced in a voice that brooked no further argument.


No, Mama you cannot,

cried Evleen, feeling her throat close up.


No,

cried her sisters,

Sinéad firmly set her jaw.

It’s for the best.

Looking cool and detached as ever, Lord Thomas spoke up.

Will you come also, madam?


Did I not make it clear I would never leave Ireland?

Mama turned a piercing gaze on Evleen.

My eldest daughter shall accompany Patrick to England and stay as long as she likes.

She looked to Thomas.

As with Patrick, if she decides she doesn’t like it there, will Lord Trevlyn pay her passage back?


I guarantee it.

Despite her own shock, Evleen’s attention was diverted by Darragh’s wail, which doubtless could be heard clear to Dublin and beyond.


No, Mama. How could you send Evleen when she doesn’t want to go and I do? How could you–?


That’s enough, Darragh,

Mama sternly interrupted.

Evleen is the eldest, and therefore the most entitled to go. She deserves to travel, see a bit of the world. Besides, I need you here, not only to take care of Sorcha and Mary, but, quite frankly, me.

Evleen felt like crying out her protest, too, but if she did, she would sound as whiny as Darragh. In an agony of doubt, she shook her head.

You talk of my seeing a bit of the world, Mama, but I have no wish to. I have what I want right here. Let Darragh go.


Yes, let me go.

Darragh eagerly bobbed her head.

I would love to have a Season. I would love the clothes, the parties, the baubles. I would love to be a part of The Polite World. After all, isn’t that where we belong? And besides, what of Timothy?

Sinead had listened patiently.

We won’t worry about Timothy. Besides—

a corner of her mouth lifted wryly

—Evleen has never appeared to be in any great rush to marry him.

Evleen could not help casting a quick glance at Lord Thomas, although why she should need to see his reaction, she wasn’t sure.

Darragh has a point, Mama. Timothy will most certainly disapprove.

Sinead replied,

I am not the least concerned with what Timothy Murphy thinks, and I suspect that deep down, neither are you. I have made up my mind and you shall go. At least give it a chance. Then, if you really want to come home, you may do so. Meantime, if Timothy loves you, he’ll gladly wait.


It’s not–

Evleen began, then stopped abruptly. The granite set of her mother’s chin told her further argument was futile. She had been going to tell her mother it really wasn’t Timothy who concerned her, that she wanted to remain at home because of her health. Besides, for some unfathomable reason, she felt uncomfortable discussing Timothy in front of Lord Thomas.

Sinead turned fond eyes to Patrick, who looked dazed by the news.

Patrick and I have already talked. He agrees I’ve made the right decision.


You had better talk to me, too, Mama.

Evleen had to speak over a lump in her throat. She turned her eyes to Lord Thomas.

It appears your visit has changed our lives.

She had spoken the words flatly, yet the bitter accusation in her voice was unmistakable and she made no attempt to hide it.

Lord Thomas was silent a moment. It was as if he was keenly aware of the roiling emotions he had caused and knew he must choose his next words with the utmost care.

I can make no apologies, Miss O’Fallon,

he began softly.

I am only the messenger, don’t forget. But need I point out that henceforth Lord Trevlyn will be furnishing your family fifty pounds a year? I am sure you will admit it’s an amount which will provide your loved ones with a much more comfortable life. And need I point out that Patrick will soon be receiving every advantage a young boy could possibly receive? And you, too, actually.


You need not point those things out, sir.

Evleen stood, inwardly reeling from this shocking turn of events in her life.

When would we leave, Mama?


How much time do you need?


Enough to say goodbye to my friends... and Timothy.


Day after tomorrow then? I shall immediately direct a letter to Lord Trevlyn, telling him we’re coming.


Fine,

Sinead replied, finality in her voice. She
directed
a glance at Evleen.

If it turns out Lord Trevlyn is an ogre
,
you are to bring Patrick home immediately, fifty pounds a year or no.


Rest easy. Lord Trevlyn is no ogre,

Thomas assured her. With a look of the utmost admiration, he continued,

You’re a brave woman, Sinead O’Fallon.

She returned a small smile
. “
I trust you can stand one more night on that makeshift bed.


I’ve slept on worse.

He shrugged dismissively.

And so will Patrick and Miss Evleen, I fear. The journey to England won’t be an easy one.


I’m not worried about their journey,

said Sinead,

It’s what happens after they get there that causes me concern.

And well it might
, Thomas thought but wisely didn’t say.

* * *
 
                                       

It was morning and time to go. Outside the cottage, dressed in a coarse blue flannel gown covered by a yellow and pink shawl, Evleen took one last, lingering look down at the far shining sea, the sparse, bent trees that stood on the cliffs below, and, closer, the cottage and its small walled garden. Her heart swelled with the pain of parting as she said,

Oh, Mama I shall miss you all so very much.

Sinead, supported by Darragh, gently pressed her palm to Evleen’s cheek.

My prayers go with you.


Mine, too,

Darragh said sincerely. She could not contain herself and burst,

Mama, how could you just let her go off with that man?

She looked over at Lord Thomas, who was hitching the curricle.

Evleen should have a chaperone.


Don’t be silly, Darragh,

Sinead replied.

Leave chaperones to those pampered English young ladies who must be treated like children. You should be grateful we don’t live in such an artificial society. Besides, Lord Thomas is not an monster. Even if he were, Evleen is quite capable of taking care of herself.


You realize I shall soon be living in your so-called artificial society,

Evleen declared.

Darragh pounced on Evleen’s words.

It will be the ruination of her, Mama. Evleen won’t know how to handle herself amidst the ton. All those rules, those fancy manners. She won’t have the least notion what to do.


Ah, yes she will.

Sinead regarded her eldest daughter with proud eyes.

I have every faith that wherever she goes, whatever she does, she’ll remember the lessons I have taught her. She will at all times act courageously, and with fortitude. She will always see the best in people and ignore the worst. She will always do what she knows is virtuous and right. Those are rules that will keep her safe, not only in Ireland but wherever she goes.


But what if my head is turned by the clothes, the jewels, the baubles?

asked Evleen, her lips twisting into a wry smile.


To be sure, you will find yourself in difficult situations, my daughter, but I have no doubt you will stay the course, see it through. Just one thing more.


And what might that be?


Never love an Englishman.

Evleen started to laugh.

You’ve said that before, I don’t know how many times. If you’re thinking of Lord Thomas—


As I have said, he appears to be a kind man, and I’m sure you’ll travel in safe hands. Still, he’s English and not to be trusted.


You have my word.


I had better have your word. Forget what I said before. I want you to enjoy your life in England. Go to the parties, the routs, the balls. Find a rich, titled Englishman and marry him.

Evleen stared at her mother, astounded.

Marry an Englishman? But you said—


I am only being practical,

Mama answered.

What I said was, never love an Englishman because if you do, he’ll break your heart. But I never told you not to marry one, not as long as he can offer you wealth and a fine title.

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