Unveiled (11 page)

He had to do something. He was quickly running out of time and money—and couldn’t afford to lose either.

“I was so glad that you suggested we get together for tea,” Ella Pemberton said softly as Eunice Scott poured her a steaming cup. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you for some time. I think it’s important that we get to know each other.”

“My feelings exactly.” Eunice smiled, then poured herself a cup. Glancing furtively around the interior of the summer cottage, she hoped that Ella wouldn’t notice the lack of rich furnishings, and especially the absence of artwork in the room. But Ella seemed oblivious to the barren walls and was obviously delighted to be present.

“I’m very pleased that your nephew and my niece have become friends,” Ella continued. “I’ve known Christopher for many years now, and have always thought him to be such a nice young man, in spite of what everyone says. I never believed him a gambler for a moment!”

“Christopher’s reputation, like that of most men, is greatly exaggerated,” Eunice said smoothly. “He is neither as bad as they say, nor as good. But that is a topic I’m sure you are aware of. I think Frances is delightful, and you have my complete assurance that any discussion of her past falls on deaf ears with both myself and my nephew.”

“I am very pleased to hear that. “Ella’s face softened and she smiled sadly. “Fan has always been the kind of girl who follows her heart. From the time she was a child, there was something so special about her, so touching, that very few people could know her and not be moved. Why, just the other day I wasn’t feeling well and Fan insisted on staying with me. She read a Dickens story, and acted out the parts so cleverly that I couldn’t stop laughing. Yet those same qualities make her vulnerable to the wrong people. I fear for her sometimes.”

Eunice patted the other woman’s hand. “You have no need for concern. I sense there is a genuine affection between Frances and my nephew. In fact, I think he is more than casually interested in her. May I be so blunt as to take you into my confidence?”

Ella looked surprised, but nodded. “By all means.”

“Christopher wants to marry Fan, and the sooner the better. To say he is anxious doesn’t convey the depth of his eagerness.”

Ella’s fact lit up and she withdrew a lace handkerchief from her pocket. “I am so happy to hear that! I didn’t dare hope, but in the past few weeks they seem to have grown so close!” Ella’s smile faded and she gazed at Eunice with obvious concern. “But things haven’t been going well recently. I don’t know what happened between them, but Fan won’t even bring up Christopher’s name. And when I’ve tried to inquire discreetly, even my housekeeper discourages the conversation. I don’t know what to make of it all.”

“I know.” Eunice nodded in agreement. “I’ve noticed the same thing. Young couples, especially when courting, can often let a little disagreement or misunderstanding grow entirely out of proportion. I know Fan is a sensitive girl, and she may be feeling a little shy around Christopher. Do you know”—Eunice leaned forward as if imparting important information—“that she is no longer home to him?”

Ella gasped. “No, I wasn’t aware that it had gotten to that point. I just know that Fan was incredibly happy until recently. Now she stays around the house, doesn’t visit much, doesn’t even socialize with her friends. I’ve been so worried, but she simply laughs and tells me not to be concerned.” She sighed, then sipped her tea. “The last thing I want is for her to be unhappy here.”

“My word, no,” Eunice said sharply. “If that happened, she might even be tempted to…leave once more.”

“I can’t bear to think of it.” Ella’s wrinkled face grew even tighter. “I can’t lose Fan again. Having her back in my life has brought me so much joy.”

“I know.” Eunice nodded, then hid a smile behind her teacup. “Then I think we have to take matters into our own hands. We’ve let the young people handle things, and they’ve only managed to botch up the entire affair.”

“You’re right,” Ella said firmly. “I know Fan has feelings for Christopher. She is cutting off her nose to spite her face, to quote something so vulgar as a cliché. But still, what do you suggest we do? If she refuses to see him, our hands are tied.”

“Not necessarily.” Eunice grinned. “There are ways to help nature take its course. Even with someone as stubborn as Fan or Christopher.” She clanked down her teacup as if she had a sudden inspiration. “Didn’t you tell me that the Mitchells are giving a reception tomorrow evening?”

“Yes,” Ella said in confusion. “But Fan won’t—”

“Let me handle the arrangements,” Eunice said confidently. “By the time we’re through, this marriage will be a fait accompli. You mark my words.”

Katie gently clipped the thorns from the stem of a rose and placed it into her basket. Sunlight poured into the garden, illuminating all of the secret nooks and crevices where morning glories and columbines struggled to bloom. But the soil was perfect for the roses and they unfolded about her, filling the air with a heady perfume.

“There you are, my dear,” Ella said softly as Katie glanced up. “Eunice and I have been looking all over for you. I thought I might find you here.”

Katie straightened, then forced herself to smile at Christopher’s aunt. This was something she hadn’t counted on. She had been successful for several days now in avoiding Christopher, but Eunice was something else again. The older woman had a way of peering straight into one’s heart, and Katie knew better than to tangle with her.

“Aunt Ella. Miss Scott. I was just leaving—”

“Stay, please,” Ella said, her voice firmer than Katie had heard before. “The garden is so beautiful this time of day and we’d welcome your company.”

“I really have some things I must see to—”

“Now, Frances, I insist that you remain,” Eunice said sharply, though she smiled as she spoke. “You haven’t favored any of us with your company for days. You have refused to even see my nephew, you’ve avoided me, and you’re distressing your aunt. Would you mind telling me why?”

Katie gulped, unprepared for the confrontation. “I’ve…been ill,” she said, using the first excuse that came to mind.

“Nonsense!” Eunice declared. “You seem uncommonly fit to me. Now, what is it? Have you decided suddenly to become antisocial?”

Katie glanced pleadingly at Ella, but the other woman seemed as interested in her response as Eunice. Belatedly she realized that Fan probably would have approached things differently and would have spoken to her aunt privately first. Now there was nothing to do but think of something. Fast.

“Well…” Katie shrugged. “I don’t want to cause a problem for your nephew,” she finished quickly, thanking God and Fan for the inspiration. “He and I have become friends. And I’m sure you are aware of the…incident in my past?” When Eunice nodded, she continued quickly, “I have no desire to see him embroiled in the same gossip. Christopher has a reputation to consider. I thought it best if I didn’t see him for a while. I don’t wish to cause him trouble.”

Somehow Katie managed to sound convincing. Even Ella paused as Eunice frowned and rapped her cane on the ground.

“Young lady, you know I don’t pay heed to idle chatter, and neither does my nephew. Neither of us cares about the scandal. While it is noble of you to try to protect him this way, I assure you that Christopher is a grown man and makes his own decisions.”

“I appreciate that,” Katie said solemnly. “However, I simply cannot allow your kindness, nor that of your nephew, to result in your injury. No, I must remain firm on this point. I cannot see Christopher—it is as simple as that.”

Ella looked pained while Eunice grinned, her sharp eyes dancing.

“But, my dear, no one has suggested any such thing. I have not come as Christopher’s emissary—in fact, I understand that he is spending a good deal of time in Margaret’s company these days. I had come to speak to you of another matter entirely.”

Katie nodded, but annoyance filled her. Christopher certainly hadn’t wasted any time in finding a new love interest. And Margaret, of all people! Recalling Margaret’s vicious comments and snide looks, Katie could just imagine the rest. She probably ran into his arms and was laughing behind her back, sure she had bested Fan Pemberton.

“I want you to come to the Mitchells’ reception tonight,” Eunice said shrewdly, aware of the impact of her news concerning Christopher. “You see, Charles Pepper has developed an interest in Bertrice Merriweather.”

“That’s wonderful,” Katie said sincerely. She genuinely liked both of them, and the thought of Bertrice finding happiness greatly pleased her. “But how does that concern me?”

Eunice smiled softly. “As you know, the young girl is given to fainting spells, especially if she is within an arm’s distance of a handsome young man. Charles may lose patience with her. As her friend, I thought you might give her the courage to proceed.”

Katie sighed. Eunice had her there. Bertrice was her best friend in Cape May, and the girl was honestly nice and as sweet as she appeared. She deserved someone like Charles, and he was perfect for her. She owed it to her friend to help her, in spite of her own feelings.

“All right,” Katie agreed, ignoring Ella’s triumphant grin.

“Good.” Eunice nodded. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Oh, by the way, I do believe my nephew will be present. He will not be alone, but since you don’t care a farthing for him, that shouldn’t present a difficulty, should it?”

Katie fumed, but there was nothing she could do. As Fan Pemberton, she was trapped within her own politeness and couldn’t possibly refuse now without revealing everything. “Not at all,” she replied. “I’m certain I’ll have a wonderful time.”

E
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o you really think he likes me?” Bertrice whispered, glancing toward Charles with a giggle. The handsome young man returned her look with a warm smile, then resumed his conversation with the elderly woman beside her.

“I’m sure of it,” Katie said with a grin. “Why wouldn’t he? You are the nicest and one of the prettiest girls here.”

Bertrice smiled nervously, then straightened immediately as her mother approached.

“There you are, dear. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Good gracious, Bertrice, how many times do I have to tell you to stand up straight? You’re slouching again. And stop fussing with that dress—you’ll mess up the bustle.”

Katie winced as she saw the slight confidence that Bertrice possessed a moment ago disappear beneath her mother’s disapproval. Bertrice glanced uneasily at her dress, then self-consciously straightened again, even though her posture was perfect.

“I am so thirsty,” Katie remarked. “I’d love a glass of punch, but I hate to walk across by myself. Will you come?”

“Sure,” Bertrice answered in confusion. If there was one word that didn’t apply to Frances Pemberton, it was shy, and Bertrice couldn’t imagine why Fan needed someone to accompany her.

Katie smiled, then led the way. As long as Bertrice’s mother lingered near them, shredding her daughter’s confidence, Bertrice would never get anywhere. She didn’t think that her friend’s mother was being deliberately mean, it was just that she was so eager for her daughter to be successful that she tried too hard.

Katie sighed, allowing the servant to pour them each a glass of punch. In some ways, this society was much harder than her own. There, the struggle for survival came first and social concerns lagged far behind. It was true that most of them managed to find a mate, but it wasn’t the primary concern of their lives, nor were the rules so stringent. If a man was interested in a woman, he might bring her flowers, have dinner at her home, take her for a walk through the narrow city streets, and buy her a whiskey at the local tavern.

Here, however, finding the right mate was the number-one occupation of all the young men and women. All of the parties, the receptions, the dances, and the picnics were designed for that purpose. Women were taught how to speak, how to think, how to move and dress. The lines of propriety were carefully drawn and, as Fan Pemberton had learned, could not be crossed.

And for girls like Bertrice, it was agonizing. Katie felt nothing but sympathy for her as she triple-checked her gown and forced a smile. As the only daughter of a wealthy shipping merchant, Bertrice was expected to make a good match, and the pressure was tremendous.

Katie glanced up and saw Charles watching her friend discreetly, then his attention returned to the group of people surrounding him. Katie saw the Mitchells, Eunice Scott, the Drexels, Margaret Chester, and…Christopher.

He was standing close to Charles, and had obviously just arrived. Katie felt her breath catch in her throat as she admitted dismally just how handsome he was. Dressed in a dark suit, his sparkling white shirt a sharp contrast to his hair and tanned complexion, he looked inordinately happy, throwing back his head and laughing at something Charles said.

And on his arm was Margaret. Katie’s stomach felt ill as she saw the young woman laugh with him, then pat his arm familiarly when he responded in turn. As if feeling her gaze, Margaret glanced up and gave her a look of such vicious satisfaction that Katie had to fight her Irish instincts and not box her one there and then. A slow smile crept across her face as she envisioned the havoc that would cause, but the expression faded quickly as Margaret indicated the dance floor.