Time After Time (237 page)

“Okay, I guess I’m ready,” she whispered to Colleen.

She ran a hand over her quivering stomach as she stood at the top of the stairs listening to voices coming from the salon, where the guests were gathering prior to dinner.

“You’re more than ready, miss. Don’t forget to have some fun this evening, too. Go on with you, then, down the stairs.”

• • •

“Basil, you look so handsome tonight,” Ginger gushed as she entered the room and took hold of her brother’s hands.

He leaned down and kissed his younger sister on the cheek. Then he whispered in her ear, “And you look like you forgot the top half of your dress. What are you thinking?”

She smiled up at him. “Don’t be such an old fuddy-duddy, Basil. You know this doesn’t begin to compare with the some of the shocking attire your actress friends wear. Besides, Mother approved of this dress.”

“Well, then, I guess she does intend to marry you off this season. From the looks of the eager young men in attendance tonight, she’ll have little to worry about.”

“And where is your friend, Joseph?”

“I am here, Miss Fitzpatrick,” Joseph said quietly from behind her.

Ginger turned around with a start, and looked up into his warm, brown eyes. His hand found hers. He wore a finely cut, short black wool coat layered over a silk brocade vest. The white ascot seemed to glow against his brown neck. Striped pants stretched over his muscular thighs and his boots were polished to a high gleam. His long black hair was sleeked back from his face and tied at the nape of his neck, bringing his exotic features into high relief. She caught her breath.

“Please, Joseph, call me Ginger. There’s no need for such formality when we’re in a private setting.” He continued to hold her hand, and his eyes locked with her own. “You cut a dashing figure tonight.”

Joseph’s eyes left her face for the first time, and drifted slowly over her body. “As do you, Ginger.”

The way he said her name made it sound almost like a caress. Ginger shivered slightly as his hand finally released hers. She closed her eyes briefly, to embed this moment forever onto her senses.

“There you are, Miss Fitzpatrick!”

The mood was broken abruptly as William Davenport muscled his way into the small group. Every society columnist in New York considered William to be the best catch of the season. The columnists even had ventured a guess he had already laid claim to young Miss Ginger Fitzpatrick. They did make a most handsome couple, with her unique hair coloring and small build and his blond hair topping his tall military-trained physique. He captured her hand, so recently warmed by Joseph, and kissed her wrist.

“Your dress is perfection, Miss Fitzpatrick. If I were proficient with verse, I’d write a sonnet about this gown.” His eyes raked over her as he made his pronouncement. As he straightened he looked squarely at Joseph, whom he had met at the Cotillion a few nights back. “Oh, Lafontaine, you’re here. Rumor has it you brought some horses to New York from the frontier. I’d like to see them.”

Basil clamped Joseph on the shoulder as he answered William. “Yes, Joseph did indeed bring some horses with him. I’m not really a qualified judge of horseflesh, but these are fast, beautiful animals. Are you interested in buying a new one?”

William snorted at the suggestion. “My steed is the best money can buy. My father decided an Army horse wasn’t good enough for me, and presented me with a thoroughbred Arabian horse when I graduated from West Point. Perhaps we could race my horse against one of old Joe’s here and see who comes out ahead.”

Basil rose to the bait. “I think a horserace would be a capital idea! Why don’t we plan on it in July, when we all go to the country?” Basil continued.

“Why wait? We could meet tomorrow at Hangman’s Tree and race through the park,” said William.

Joseph objected. “The park is crowded during the day with buggies and people. It would be foolish to race there.”

“Are you calling me a fool? I think you’re afraid you might lose.”

Basil replied anxiously, “Joseph makes a good point about the park. It is generally packed during the day. In fact, I know Ginger and Mother are planning to take the carriage out tomorrow. Perhaps, if you were exercising your mount in the morning, you could meet up with them? I’m certain Mother would be happy to give you some insight on the route they plan to take.”

As they took their seats for dinner a few minutes later, Ginger’s gaze flickered over William briefly, and then settled on Joseph. Her lips parted briefly and her cheeks flushed. She moved her eyes away, and then back to him again.

William forced her attention away from Joseph as he began to speak to her. “Miss Fitzpatrick, it is settled, Joe here and I are going to race our horses. It should be the highlight of the Independence Day weekend at the Hamptons. Perhaps we could raise the stakes even further to include a private dinner with you for the winner?”

Ginger had read the society columns that claimed William had already selected her as his bride. And, considering his rivals, Quentin and Richard, he was probably correct in his thinking. After all, he had a solid career as an Army officer. His uniform accented his hardened physique, earned by years of discipline and exercise at West Point. But then Basil arrived with Joseph in time for the ball, and diverted her attention. Now William was forced to endure this dinner in Joseph’s honor, and to watch as he was toasted and fawned over. Ginger almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“I’ll confer with Mother on the proper etiquette of a private dinner with a single man and let you know, Officer Davenport.”

“Did you know the Opera House is putting on a performance this weekend?”

Ginger answered, “Yes, I am aware of it. The family plans to attend on Friday evening.”

“Perhaps you’ll have room in the family box for me? I have not been able to procure a ticket. It’s sold out, I’m afraid.”

“I, uh, I’m not sure. Mother?”

“Of course we have room in our box for a military man, Officer Davenport. We would welcome you, if you’d like to attend with us.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Fitzpatrick, for your generosity. I’ll plan on it.”

William nodded slightly at Joseph. But Joseph merely raised an eyebrow. Ginger caught the exchange between the two men, and wondered what was going on. William had annoyed her long enough, though, so she gave herself the prize of looking at Joseph, just for a moment. When her gaze flicked back to William, he had a sour expression on his face. Uniform or no, there was no comparison between the two men.

She then turned her attention to Richard Douglas, the duke’s son, who was regaling the guests on either side of him with a description of his father’s land holdings in England. Ginger supposed he was pleasant enough to look at, with his light brown hair, blue eyes, and dashing clothing, but his body reflected his aristocratic upbringing — thin and pale. His melodious voice and accent, however, highlighted the culture and fine education he had been privileged to receive.
But it’s not as soothing as Joseph’s French-imbued speech.
She sighed softly and stole another glance at Joseph.

And then, there was Quentin. She let her eyes wander to him. She much preferred talking to his father, Charles Gray, who sat on her left. It was a shame Quentin had inherited none of his father’s cleverness or personality. Or his backbone, for that matter.

She turned to the elder Mr. Gray. “Mr. Gray, how are your railroad investments holding up?”

“I took your advice, Ginger, when you first began pushing railroad stocks at me, and I’m proud to say the Pacific Railroad should have track laid between St. Louis and Jefferson City later this year. The big holdup was a massive bridge they had to build over the Gasconade River, which is now finished. The railroad is planning a huge celebratory train ride for all its investors later this year. Frankly, I’d like to see St. Louis, where Basil spends his time.”

And Joseph as well
, she thought. Again, she looked at him.

Joseph was paying attention to Elizabeth, of all people. Here she was, practically falling out of her dress in an attempt to capture his interest, and he was listening with rapt attention to her best friend who had declared to Ginger her undying devotion to Cedric just last night! Elizabeth was telling Joseph some inane tale about how she tripped over her dress and nearly fell into some bushes on her way here to dinner. Her dress may have a stupid train, causing her near-tumble, but the neckline was nowhere near as plunging as Ginger’s own. So what did Joseph find so appealing? Suddenly, Ginger couldn’t wait for this dinner to end.

The final toast of the evening soon followed. Joseph was welcomed to New York by everyone at the table, and Ginger was finally able to stand up. She waited until Joseph’s gaze came her way, then she leaned over the table before rising from her seat, giving him an ample view of her assets. She watched with amusement as his eyes widened, and then narrowed, at her.
Take that, Joseph!
She stood and took William’s proffered arm before heading back to the parlor.

Chapter Nine

Elegantly crafted carriages lined up for blocks in front of the newly rebuilt Opera House to discharge their passengers. Instead of Jenny Lind or Henrietta Sontag, tonight the patrons were excited to see the great French actress Rachel, who was gracing an American stage for the first time. Her performances had been sold out for weeks.

Ginger and Elizabeth sat in the front row of the box, along with Ginger’s parents. The girls were admiring the gilt on the ceiling and the Venetian plaster reliefs adorning the crown of the room and the walls. A huge chandelier filled with hundreds of candles gleamed brightly overhead. In truth, they were using the gilt and chandelier as an excuse to throw their arms about and talk excitedly, hoping to attract some attention from the crowd below.

“Oh, look, Ginger. There’s Richard Douglas. And his friend, Cedric Smith. My goodness, they’re waving at us!” Elizabeth giggled. “Isn’t Cedric handsome? I do love the way that one lock of hair falls over his forehead like it does. Don’t you just want to brush it back for him?”

Ginger frowned at her friend. “Did you happen to notice it is the only lock of hair left on the top of his head? Goodness, the man is nearly bald! Please don’t do anything to encourage him.”

“Don’t be so stuffy, Ginger. You’re beginning to sound like my mother.” Elizabeth looked again at the two English gentlemen and waved back enthusiastically, nearly falling from her chair. “I do hope they come up here at intermission, so I can hear his lovely accent once again!”

Ginger laughed before she replied, “I love your enthusiasm, but should you not be a little more reserved? After all, you don’t want to make Cedric think he has a chance with you. Your father has already said he’ll not welcome a penniless Brit into the family.”

“Hang my father. I find the thought of adding a titled young British fellow to the family exciting, especially if the young man is Cedric Smith!”

• • •

Basil and Joseph walked through the gilded hallway of the Opera House on their way to the family’s box. Basil said to his friend, “You’ll have to keep an eye on Ginger tonight, Joseph. I’ll be distracted watching my latest conquest up on the stage.”

“You only met Mademoiselle Rachel last night, Basil. I would hardly consider an evening’s amusement a conquest.”

Basil gave Joseph a wink and a sly grin. “Ah, but you don’t know what we did during last evening’s amusement. I’m surprised the woman has the stamina to perform tonight. She was a French delight. I’m so glad you broke the ice by speaking her language to her. But, it was obvious from the start I was the one she was interested in. Sorry you missed out.
Ooh la la
.”

“You are welcome to your actress. I have no interest in her. And, as for your sister, I have no doubt she can handle herself just fine without either of us rushing in to save her.”

“Maybe so, but the men who are making plays for Ginger seem to be a bit unruly, especially that young Cavalry officer William Davenport, so it’s best we keep watch.”

“Yes. Let us discuss Cavalry officer William Davenport. Why did you encourage him when he brought up the idea of the horserace?”

“I apologize for putting you in a tough spot. Had I known how quickly he would react, I would not have agreed. Can you imagine, he actually wanted to race through the park? It was all I could do to get him to agree to hold off until we go to the country.”

“And now I am forced to push my horse to his limits to satisfy this senseless challenge. It is all so unnecessary. After all, we are not chasing buffalo.” Joseph shook his head.

“No, and again, I’m sorry. With any luck, William will be otherwise occupied this evening, so we won’t have to put up with him.”

“I do not think our luck will hold. He does not seem to be the type of man who lets an opportunity slip through his fingers. He went out of his way to invite himself here tonight, so I doubt we will be lucky enough to avoid seeing him this evening.”

Basil and Joseph entered the box quietly, and watched the two young ladies run their hands over their dresses and fuss with their jewelry, much to the delight of the young men who were watching from adjacent boxes and from the floor below.

Ginger turned in her seat and glimpsed the two men standing at the back of the box. Smiling, she rose gracefully and made her way to them. Her green dress complemented her eyes. Her hair was caught up in curls, in a show of fine craftsmanship by her talented maid. Each curl was held in place by small emeralds. Matching stones dangled from her ears. The dress fell off her shoulders, revealing her swell of bosom, which was accentuated even further by an emerald necklace.

“Basil! Joseph! How nice to see you again.” She kissed her brother lightly on the cheek and took Joseph’s hand, feeling the sparks race up her arm as her fingers touched his dark skin. “Come, sit with us.” She tugged on Joseph’s hand, pulling him forward.

“Elizabeth and I were just talking about the upcoming horserace at Roslyn. We’re so excited at the prospect. How do you feel about it, Joseph?”