Chloris by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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Robin had journeyed down to Little Hampton to see the latest ideas in farming but had been persuaded to stay at Lord Hughes nearby abode since space was rather limited at the manor house.

 

Late that night Lady Hughes slid into his room. "He's had his heir and a spare so now its time to pay for your bed." The spare had been born barely two years earlier and she was feeling neglected. She accepted her role in life as coming second to Lord Hughes's hunters and his pack of hounds and thought Robin spoke nicely.

 

Several blissful months slipped by and when Lady Hughes had missed her second period she sent Robin away saying it was better if he wasn't around when she mentioned she was enceinte to her husband although he didn't seem terribly interested when told a month or two later. Two weeks before the baby was due a nurse turned up at the house. She simply announced her presence to Roberts and asked to be shown to the nursery. Roberts hadn't been informed of her arrival but when Lady Hughes's dresser came down the stairs she simply led the nurse up to Lady Hughes's chambers. Nurse delivered the child with her own hands and soothed Lady Hughes afterwards. She even suggested a name for the girl. The entire house was soon used to what's best for baby. Lady Hughes was persuaded fashionable or not breast feeding was best for baby. Not a drop of water passed baby's lips until it had been boiled by Nurse and allowed to cool. The head groom was bludgeoned into finding a small pony baby could ride on held in place by nurse as being best for baby. The kennel keeper was persuaded to find a suitable spaniel puppy for a pet. The housekeeper swore to the cook that if she hadn't seen Chloris born with her own eyes that Nurse was the child's real mother "Have you noticed the way she's always talking to the child? Not an upbringing like her brothers, they were left quietly alone with their governess who didn't like chatter or noise".

 

Chloris, Belle and nurse went for walks each day and often Chloris would play with a farmer's children. Belle had to be taught to sit and come on command, it was all great fun. When Chloris reached five years old Nurse wrote a letter which was handed to Roberts for dispatch. The servants' hall buzzed with rumours since so very few could read and write, and she'd never sent a letter before.

 

Two weeks later a small dusty black coach, drawn by a pair of horses that were unrecognised in the district, drew up at the church on Sunday morning and a plainly dressed woman of about twenty years old stepped down and took her place at the back of the church much to the interest of the villagers. The plainly dressed driver quietly stayed with the coach. After the service she greeted Nurse with a hug and was introduced to Chloris "Chloris may I introduce you to my cousin Miss Anne Grace, who is a governess." Chloris did her best wobbly curtsey as her mother visibly started when she heard her name. Chloris looked at the two of them "Will she be my governess?" "That is for your mother to decide but I must away now to nurse some other little girl and Anne will look after you if that meets with your approval." Chloris thought about it for a moment or two then looked enquiringly at her mother who nodded. Lord Hughes commented "Does she need a governess? I've never needed to be able to read and write so I can't think why she'd need the nonsense." "But she will need to learn to embroider, play the piano and walk gracefully across the room won't she?" Lord Hughes grudgingly gave his consent. Chloris tugged Nurse's hand "Should I tell Papa I know my letters already?" "I think we'll keep that our little secret." Chloris turned and took Miss Grace's hand "It's crumpets for tea. We toast them by the fire. I like crumpets. Can you toast crumpets?" Anne reassured her she had done some in the past but she might need reminding exactly how to do it. "I can do that." Reassured Chloris.

 

An hour later and nurse had disappeared in the small black coach. Travel was frowned on Sundays but no one cared to remonstrate with Nurse.

 

"They're bigger than me and always win." She complained, "If you use your brain you can win, I can show you how." Chloris was taught probabilities and to watch the cards played. Now she didn't always win but over time she began to come out ahead. Each quarter day her brothers would feel confident that this time they'd win but she stopped playing with them once she'd won a quarter of their allowance off each of them which was far greater than hers.

 

When her money jar was full, she looked expectantly at her governess. "What you need is a bank account. Shall we go into town?" They took the dog cart and when they arrived at the bank asked to see the manager. "It's very unusual for a young lady to open her own account. Perhaps your father...?" His voice petered out as he recalled just who her father was. "She has more than fifty pounds to deposit." "From Christmas presents I assume?" "No my brothers Terry and Peter don't play cards as well as they think they do, so I thought they might as well lose to me as someone else." The bank manager closed his eyes. Still, fifty pounds was fifty pounds at the end of the day that could be lent out at a good rate. Higginbottom had done well with a small loan perhaps he might be persuaded to borrow a little more. He showed them the safe where the bank kept its money and the ledgers where the amounts were recorded.

Geoffrey had had enough he'd been through the damn books twice now and still there was a discrepancy, he'd go for a walk down to the village and come back to it later.

 

On a whim he entered the butcher's where a young girl was asking for a penny's worth of sausage. He exchanged a look with the butcher over her head as if to say give her a reasonable amount and I'll make up the difference. The young maid's eyes opened wide when two pounds of sausage made their way to her hands.

 

After she left Geoffrey "So who is she?" "Olivia, Mrs. Walker's maid, Mrs. Walker might be gentry and proud of it but I've seen farm workers spend more money in my shop and now sir what can I do for you?" "I just wanted to make sure we're paying our bills. How much was the last month's bill and have we paid it yet?" The butcher replied with a figure that was lower than his housekeeper's books showed, "And of course it was paid by the fourth as usual." He asked after the previous month and there was a similar discrepancy. He handed over two crowns, "One to supplement Mrs. Walker's bill discreetly and the other to forget I asked how much the monthly bills were."

 

Later the butcher mentioned to his wife “I wonder who his new housekeeper will be?” By the end of a week after she had been dismissed, it was common discreet gossip for miles around that Mrs. Hughes books hadn't balanced as well as they should.

 

Geoffrey strolled across to old Mrs. Morgan and had her make him a cup of coffee in her large kitchen. It was the nearest thing the village had to a café apart from the pub. "Who's the best sewing woman in the village?" "Well Mrs. Davies used to work in a dressmaker's before she married, she lives in the third cottage down."

 

"Mrs. Davies I'd like some shirts and things making up, could you come up to the house three days a week? You can bring your children up with you." He named a sum of money that was more than her husband earned in a week, more than enough to have her sister's eldest come over and do a bit of housework for her.

 

"Find it then?" Mr. Geoffrey Hearnshaw looked up from the books at his clerk, "I've been through them twice and still its hiding from me." "Schoolmaster's been up, summat about a young lad called Donald who shows promise, finishes school tomorrow." "Well if he shows promise we'd better train him up then." "That's what I thought meself, told yon schoolmaster to send him up tomorrow morning." "Doesn't his sister Caroline work for me already as a maid?" "Aye happen she does." "Well if he's as bright as she he'll do well."

 

"If you please sir." "Yes Caroline?" "It's me brother sir he leaves school tomorrow and I wondered if you could find a place for him?" It was too tempting, "Close the door behind you and come and sit in my lap and we'll discuss the matter in more detail." She did as she was bid, a bit uneasy at the lecherous look he was giving her but Donald's future was important to her. "Now I think we could find him a place as a boot boy." "I was thinking of something a bit higher than that." "I'll have to think about it." He kissed her lightly, then moved his hand up from her waist to cup her breast. Caroline drew her breath in, keep calm, Mr. Hearnshaw treated his staff with respect everyone knew that, he was only teasing her, he wouldn't expect her to well he wouldn't and not even Donald was worth a love child.

 

"Undergroom?" He kissed her once more this time the kiss lasted longer and Caroline could feel herself growing warm in her tummy region, his fingers were either side of her rapidly hardening nipple. Caroline dithered, beneath her she could feel him hardening, some how he'd loosened her blouse and her breast was aware of his hand gently squeezing and caressing it. She slipped off his lap. Much to his disappointment and kneeling before him undid his fly buttons fishing his hardening rod out into her hand. She giggled as she mentally compared it to tickling for trout. That was better she felt far more in control now. "I'm sure you can rise to something more, a trainee clerk?" She very gently rubbed her thumb back and forth over the glistening end as it was Geoffrey's turn to catch his breath. "That's a very important post are you sure he's up to the job?" In reply Caroline remembering something one of the other maids had mentioned to her lowered her lips and took the glistening rod in her mouth and ran her tongue over the tip. She paused and peered at him through her lashes feeling much more in control now "Oh I think so, don't you." Geoffrey agreed and she lowered her lips around him and worked them up and down until he came.

 

"May I have two hours off to go and tell him?" She asked pertly. "No need the school master saw my chief clerk this morning it's all arranged." Caroline saw red, her hand dropped to hold Geoffrey's balls in her hand her nails posed to dig in "You mean this was all for nothing?" she asked quietly. "Well I must confess you are very attractive, and..." She gave a tiny squeeze "Can't you do better than that?" He praised her eyes, her skin colour, her hair, he grovelled as best he could. Eventually she relented and Geoffrey relaxed. "Does he really know his numbers well?" He asked, "He ought to, I taught him." An idle thought crossed his mind, no. It would be too farfetched. "Can you look at the ledger on the desk, its nine pounds out according to the money in the purse. Have a look and see if you can find it."

 

Caroline totalled the columns again checking the sums then she started on the invoices that had been transcribed to the ledger. "Here it is, the invoice numbers have been entered 32 rather than 23." Geoffrey checked, "Damn, I've been through that ledger twice this morning looking for it. Two pounds a month and board." Caroline thought for a moment, she'd quite enjoyed his soft hands on her body rather more than she'd admitted even to herself "Three and you're allowed to kiss me or fondle me whenever you wish but that only goes in my hand or mouth." "Three it is then go and tell Mrs. Phillips you're working directly for me now. We'll move you down to a guest room and give you a desk as well to work at, I don't think the world is ready for men and women to work in the same office yet. Let Mrs. Hughes know you'll be working for me directly as a clerk."

 

Geoffrey settled down to review his mail and the ledgers, how he'd got so far behind he wasn't sure. He'd just started on the crop reports for East Anglia and was mulling over how much grain would be available when Mrs. Hughes stormed in. "Caroline tells me she's moving down to a guest bedroom and will be working directly under you?" "That's correct." "I'm responsible for the morals of my maids and I'm not at all comfortable with this arrangement." Geoffrey was bored with domestic problems, he mulled for a moment or two, two birds with one stone, "We can't have an uncomfortable housekeeper now, can we? You're right. I'll need to do something. May I have your keys?" She handed them over looking puzzled as he scribbled out a reference that omitted the word honest. "A reference and your money to the quarter day, and ten pounds besides in recognition of the length of loyal service you've given the house." Mrs. Hughes looked puzzled "Why?" "I'm having difficulties finding clerks at the moment but housekeepers can be found more easily." "You mean she really will be doing the ledgers and writing out your correspondence?" "Exactly." A bemused voice spoke "I didn't believe her." "Now I'll have Tom lift down a trunk from the attics and help you pack it up. The small carriage is at your disposal since I assume you'll be going to your sisters." Mrs. Hughes in a state of shock nodded her agreement and was ushered out the door. He strolled down to the village and up to Rose Cottage where he knocked on the door. "Is your Mistress in?" he asked Olivia who answered the door slipping her a small packet of tea as he spoke. The maid lifted it to her nose, "I'll just see, if you'd care to wait in the parlour."

 

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning?" Geoffrey hesitated for a moment, " I'm in need of a housekeeper and hoped to convince you to accept the post." "I'm not certain my family would approve of me entering service." "I'd heard they'd cast you off?" "Well yes but one has one's standards to maintain." "With respect you'll be entering the poor house if you go on the way you are and where would your daughter be then? And think of it as a way of repaying your family, you never know entering service for an untitled gentleman. They might even make you a reasonable allowance." Olivia entered carrying a tea tray. Mrs. Walker poured for both before a puzzled look came over her face. "We had a fresh delivery this morning madam." Olivia replied to the unanswered question with a straight face.

 

Mrs. Walker lifted her head to look at him straight in the eye, "Almost blackmail, I must confess to being tempted but what happened to your Mrs. Hughes?" "She was shocked at the idea I'd hired a female clerk." Mrs. Walker spluttered into her tea. "Well it is unusual you must admit." From the corner of his eye he caught Olivia's bemused expression. "Not common but she can do the job and that's what counts or is the idea too shocking for words? Oh did I mention I need a governess to educate some of the children of the current staff." She looked at him "You're not making it easy to refuse but a governess for your current staff?" "Well there would be talk if she was just for your daughter wouldn't there? I'd thought of the vicar's eldest if you'd care to arrange it?" "Just how far are you willing to go?" "I'm just a simple man who doesn't like no for an answer, I'm quite prepared to buy your cottage and then evict you for being a day behind with the rent." He looked round "Not a bad place is it, well worth the investment."

 

"Well are we agreed then? I've two men with a wagon sitting outside ready to move you." "I couldn't possibly move just like that." "Olivia here's a sovereign. Now I want you all sleeping in my house by nightfall." He turned and placed five more on the table. "That's bribery. Still I suppose I'd better do what I can to prevent you from becoming a wicked landlord."

 

Mrs. Walker moved in that afternoon and spoke to Caroline. "I was concerned that he might think I'm available to warm his bed." "I doubt that there is any danger of that" replied Caroline. "And you really do add up his ledgers?" "And write his letters for him. You know his handwriting is practically illegible."

 

"You know we're still looking for clerks?" Geoffrey looked up from his books to see Carline stood with another girl who was almost as tall as he was. "Hazel was nearly as good at me at sums." "Two pounds a month, room and board." Hazel nodded not quite wanting to believe her luck. "I'll have Mrs. Walker show you to your room then and pop up later to see how you like it."

 

"Well is it comfortable enough?" An awed Hazel looked round at a room that was half the size of her parent's cottage. Not quite as nice as the room that Caroline had but far better than she'd ever dreamed about. "Yes sir, do I have it all to myself or will I have to share?" "It's all yours, I see they've moved a desk into the corner for you. I'll ask Caroline to show you the work and you can decide between you whether to work together or if you prefer the peace and quiet. You'll take your meals down in the kitchen with the rest of us. Now get undressed." Hazel stared hard at him then after taking a difficult mental decision shrugged out of her gown. "Everything off." Geoffrey unbuttoned his shirt as Hazel started to panic holding her hands in front of herself. He handed over his shirt. "Newly made by Mrs. Davies but it's a bit stiff at the moment. I'd like you to wear it in for me. It will soon soften. You weren't thinking.." Hazel shook her head "nnnot for a moment sir." she stammered. Bare chested Geoffrey left her room.

 

That evening Caroline and Hazel were sat by the fire, Caroline was knitting a pair of socks whilst Hazel had a cushion covered in pins in front of her with bobbins hanging down which she would move from side to side as she and Caroline talked.

 

"Can you make different patterns or just the one?". "Well I'd need a different pattern card to start with, this one has the pin holes in for this pattern plus instructions on which pair get worked where. Then for something wider I'd need more pairs of bobbins." He looked at the bobbins that had the thread wrapped round them each had a number of beads tied on to it. "Why the beads? For decoration?". Hazel looked at him, "I work them in pairs so each pair has a different unique combination of wood and beads. Also, the beads add weight to keep the threads at the right tension." "So having different woods is useful as well as being decorative?"

 

"Let me go and get a pair my great-aunt gave me." Hazel returned with a pair of bobbins which when she unwrapped them were seen to be an attractive dark wood, hanging from them were rather more elegant beads than were apparent on Hazel's other bobbins. "They were made from an offcut from a piece of furniture that was being made of walnut she told me."

 

Geoffrey studied them and looked at the lace pillow once more almost as if he was committing it to memory. "It must take a while to make lace, I'd heard that at the last royal wedding the bride wore a lace overdress." "That probably took fifty lace makers a month or two to make which is why lace is so expensive. These pieces I'm making will just be declaration on the cuffs and collar but it will be enough to lift the dress from being ordinary to something special."

 

"Mrs. Davies can you run up a few dresses for Mrs. Walker and Caroline beside my shirts? They'll need something to wear when I have a dinner party as they'll be there to help entertain the guests." Mrs. Walker raised an eyebrow, "Respectable dresses I would hope?" "Certainly I'll leave the selection for you to work out with Mrs. Davies." "Pity we're not in London, I knew all the best fabric warehouses there." "I'm going down for business tomorrow I was thinking of taking Caroline down with me to look at a few ledgers so if you trust her selection I dare say we could bring something back." Caroline looked up, it was the first time she'd heard of the projected trip. "You get a much larger selection in London and the prices are better in fact you can find practically anything in London if it's to be found anywhere at all."

 

They set off at daybreak the next day. Geoffrey driving the first stage. An almost silent Tom riding inside until they changed cattle when he and Geoffrey swopped places. "How long will it take us to get London?". "If we get good weather, cattle and have a smooth journey two days. If it rains and we get held up by anything it can take four."

 

By noon Caroline was more than happy to stretch her legs and grab what food was offered. A basket of food was handed up into the coach but Caroline elected to ride on the bench alongside Geoffrey who kept her entertained by his comments on the state of the crops growing by the side of the road and some of the tales about the glum farmers he had to deal with. Her favourite was the tale of the farmer who when Geoffrey had asked when the weather had been favourable, the yields looked good and the prices being offered looked excellent why did he look even more glum than normal? "That's the problem, everything's so perfect, it can't last." Had come the dour reply.

 

"Want to try your hand at driving?" Caroline didn't have to think twice "Yes please". Geoffrey drew off his driving gloves one at a time and Caroline slid them on and had the reins placed in her hands. She was surprised by the amount of effort it took to just keep the team of four moving along the highway. At the next change Tom spoke up " Want me to takeover or has the young lady taken my place?" "I'd like a rest from driving please."

 

That evening as dusk was approaching, they pulled into a yard of a small inn to be met by the landlord "Lord Eccles has taken over the entire inn but if you don't mind eating in the kitchen and taking my daughter's room I'm sure we can accommodate you Mr. Hearnshaw. His grooms have commandeered my best cattle for the morning but I'll send a lad up to the Squire's tonight and borrow the Squire's best team so it will be ready at first light." To Caroline he seemed very anxious to please. "You can sort something out for Tom?" "But of course."

 

Geoffrey nodded his agreement and they were ushered in the kitchen door and shown to a small table tucked in the corner. "Good evening Mr. Hearnshaw I hear you're sleeping in my bed tonight. Mother will find you clean sheets whilst you eat." She turned and addressed Caroline " You know I've been trying to entice him into my bed for years and now I've finally managed it I'm banished to the kitchen floor. Mother has prepared a feast for his lordship but cast your eye over the dishes and I'll just rearrange things."

 

Caroline looked shocked, "Oh it's fine Mr. Hearnshaw is a regular here and as da says he always pays on the nail, besides half the farmers here about depend on him buying their crop. Lords throwing their weight about are two a penny and don't you worry about me not having a bed to sleep in, unless." She put her hand to her mouth in feigned shock, "you were expecting me to join you three in a bed?". She looked thoughtful for a moment " Well I would but I have to be up early tomorrow morning, perhaps on your way back?" She turned and flounced away.

 

Geoffrey pulled Carole down to his lap. "Bronwen is just misbehaving to get attention just ignore her." He fastened his lips to hers gently at first but then the kiss deepened as Caroline was distracted away from thoughts of anything other than wiggling her tongue in between his lips and Geoffrey's hand creeping up under her breast.

 

There was a noise at the door as Bronwen nudged the door open with her hip. "Your first course is served so I suggest you put him down and eat it whilst it's hot but I could keep him warm for you?" She offered.

 

"Out!" Came the command. "You're being hard on the poor girl!" "Oh no it's you he's being hard on, can't you feel it pressing under you?" Bronwen turned quickly and disappeared before anyone could add another word.

 

Geoffrey fed Caroline delicacies as she stayed on his lap as they feasted on the purloined food. "You know knowing these dishes were specially prepared for Lord Eccles does seem to add something to their flavour."

 

"Bring out that poacher we caught." Lord Eccles commanded and a poorly clad girl was brought forth. "We cleaned her up a bit as you instructed Milord." "Doesn't look much to her." Lord Eccles's mistress blurted out as she sat next to Lord Eccles running her fingers lightly up and down his thigh. The last thing she wanted was competition, perhaps a little visual stimulation wouldn't hurt though. Bronwen came through the door carrying a tray of drinks which she put down on the side. Lord Eccles's mistress bent forward and whispered in his lordship's ear to which he responded with a shout of laughter, "Transportation the very thing. You girl." He addressed Bronwen, "A purse for you if you can make this wretch transported and she goes free, else I'll see she is transported from the nearest port." A purse was thrown down on the table. The girl poacher looked fearful not understanding what he meant other than a one way trip to the colonies. Bronwen looked thoughtfully at the girl, well she wouldn't end up in the family way that was for certain and if it saved the girl from transportation.

 

She stepped across, "Relax we can do this. What's your name?" The girl looked at her trustingly "Maisy". Bronwen stroked Maisy's cheek lightly then bent forward to kiss her on the lips. There was a hesitation as Bronwen probed her tongue between Maisy's lips then Maisy remembered the alternative and gradually parted her lips and let Bronwen's probing tongue slip into her mouth. Bronwen slid her hand up slowly from Maisy's waist too just below her breast. Maisy broke the kiss and stared at Bronwen for a moment before reluctantly returning her lips to Bronwen's this time it was Maisy whose tongue slowly but gently probed Bronwen's lips. Lord Eccles' mistress unbuttoned his shirt and very lightly slipped her finders inside his clothing. "Nothing like seeing pure innocence lost is there my Lord?" Lord Eccles stared at the two girls in front of him they were actually kissing each other on the lips, how unnatural could you get, Rowena did have some amazingly original ideas sometimes. Now that serving wench was fondling the poacher's breast over her dress, interesting especially as the poacher was blushing, oh this was fun. "Bare her breast for me." He commanded. Maisy blushed even more as her breasts were exposed to his view and she felt throughly confused as Bronwen covered her nudity with her hands. Was it better to be exposed or groped and Rafe's fumbling hands hadn't aroused her nipples to hard rocks as Bronwen's gentle knowing fingers did. She felt so ashamed but excited at the same time, and to know she had the full attention of a Lord who was watching plus his henchmen. She felt a warmth growing in her groin and Bronwen sensing her growing arousal dipped her head to tongue Maisy's hard exposed nipple sliding her hand down towards Maisy's thigh where she inched her skirt up and slid her hand beneath out of sight. Maisy knew exactly where it was though and what effect it was having on her. It was difficult to say if she was a deeper pink from arousal on her chest or the blush on her face and neck. Whatever it was Lord Eccles was enjoying the sight immensely.

 

Rowena waved the reluctant lackies out of the room before she took advantage of his erection to kneel before him and tug his trousers down before covering it with her mouth. Maisy didn't know where to look surely she couldn't be taking him in her mouth? Whatever she was doing Lord Eccles was definitely excited by it, as she was by the finger that had just slid into the entrance of her most private parts. She felt something building inside of her, and it wasn't the second finger that had just entered alongside the first. Bronwen moved her thumb back and forth over Maisy's mound keeping the movement up until Maisy shuddered and then collapsed against her.

 

By now Rowena was astride her Lord and pulling him into her. She looked over her shoulder and waved the two girls out of the room. Bronwen paused only to scoop up the heavy purse before physically hauling Maisy out of the room, who was still looking at her in wonder. "What happened? What did you do?" She guided Maisy to a chair in the kitchen and divided the contents of the purse into two. Half she slipped in her apron pocket the other she put back in the purse. "I'll hold on to this for you for the moment now we're busy so there is work to be done. I reckon if you stay out of his Lordship's sight you'll be safe enough."

 

"Ma we've just acquired a new scullery maid. There now you stay here and help in the kitchen you hear?" Maisy was happy to obey, being a scullery maid would mean regular meals for a start, a step up in the world.

 

Bronwen curled up in front of the kitchen stove at least it was warm here. She'd add her half purse to her bottom drawer, she wasn't a bad girl but the tips were better if you loosened your blouse a little and brushed up against the customers just to tease them lightly. She wondered if she had enough to set up home yet? Or what sort of home did she want? A farmer's wife, it was cold and damp at dawn and she's never liked the idea of milking cows much, nasty smelly things, no living at the inn was comfortable and the way trade was going there was enough money in the inn for both her and her parents.

 

Caroline looked round in amazement as they entered the great city of London. She was sitting on the bench next to Mr. Hearnshaw quietly as could be as he guided the coach and four through the cluttered streets, it must be the market day of the quarter she thought. "Where do they all live?" She eventually ventured.

 

"Well the city is split into sections, the nobility live around Mayfair, the west side gets fresher breezes, the merchants more on the east side closer to the docks. The air isn't so fresh but it's closer to the coffee shops where much of the trade is carried out and in the city time is money. The rest wherever they can find. Ten to room sometimes, there's money to be made here but it can also be very expensive."

 

They pulled up in front of a very grand terraced house that towered over them, it seemed that since land was so expensive London built up rather out. As they drew up the front door opened and a butler stepped out, behind him three minions dashed to do his bidding.

 

"Welcome to London Mr. Hearnshaw. He looked at Caroline questioningly. "I've brought one of my clerks with me." The butler paused for a moment, two moments more passed silently before he commanded "Gilbert take the young lady's luggage to the Blue room on the second floor." The footmen unloaded the coach and carried the bags into the house. Tom took the reins and one footman clambered up besides him to guide him round to the stabling. "Now sir if you'd care to follow me to the drawing room, Mrs. Elward has just ordered afternoon tea to be served." "Mason I've three nights in town so find me three plays to go and see, then arrange tickets." "Just yourself sir or with the young lady?" Geoffrey looked round "Would you like to go to the theatre?" "I'd love to go." "The two of us then so a box or the dress circle." "I suggest an opera at the King's Theatre, and of course Sans Pareil, I believe we have a box at Theatre Royal that maybe available." Geoffrey slipped Mason a suitable coin of the realm. "By the way Mason where would I go to buy some lace patterns?" "I shall enquire sir and let you know by morning." Geoffrey followed Mason into the drawing room.

 

"Geoffrey do you really need so much protection from my sweet innocent self that you must bring a young lady with you?" Asked Elinor. "Caroline meet my host's baggage of a daughter Elinor. Elinor be nice to my clerk." "Clerk? You mean she sits on a stool all day and adds numbers up and things?" "Well I write a few letters for him as well." "Good heavens what a wonderful idea, I hope he pays you a man's wage. More to the point I wonder which room Mason has given you." "He mentioned the Blue room on the second floor." "Oh yes the one we put visiting governesses in, not quite family, or guests, but not quite servants, I hope you'll like it, it has my old dressing table in it."

 

"Elinor has strange ideas about the roles of men and women something about equality or some such nonsense." "Superiority my good man. Women are definitely the superior sex don't you agree Caroline? Oh dear have I put you in an awkward position?" "Not at all, I totally agree with you." "Elinor besides checking over some ledgers for me I'm hoping Caroline can buy some material whilst she's here. Could you assist?" Elinor arose, dashed across and threw her arms round his neck. "Darling Geoffrey you have to ask me if I want to go shopping with your money? How much can she spend?" "Ten?" "Let me carry her off to my room so we can plan a shopping campaign with my maid."

 

Upstairs her maid Alice was summoned, "Now whilst she's coming is it all for you or someone else?" "Some for me, some for Mrs. Walker and some for the rest of the staff." "Who pray is Mrs. Walker?" "She's a widow who has become Mr. Hearnshaw's housekeeper." "Old is she?" "She's a young war widow, not precisely old but not very young either." "Promising, it's my ambition to get Geoffrey married off, otherwise mother keeps hinting how eligible he is. Alice where can we spend thirty pounds on material to best advantage for Caroline?" "Mr. Hearnshaw mentioned ten?" "Men have no idea of the price of material besides old skinflint would have a fit over a penny more than ten so we might as well spend thirty he won't be any worse. Oh I must just check with Mason if he's going to the theatre this trip, he usually likes to take in as many plays as he can, if so he can just take Alice and myself along with him. Not being part of the ton has its drawbacks but at least the theatres will take anyone's money."

 

Downstairs Mrs. Elward mentioned that Elinor herself had made the cakes that Geoffrey was eating. Geoffrey wondered at that, the Elinor he knew wouldn't even know where the kitchen was.

 

After an early dinner they set off for the Sans Pareil to sit in the front of the dress circle with two footmen in the back row. Caroline was entranced, she'd seen travelling players perform locally but the scenery and the skill of the actors made it all so real and believable. The following day whilst Caroline verified ledgers in the morning Geoffrey made his way to the small cramped shop that he'd been directed to for lace making supplies. "We have a variety of card patterns with written instructions for different lace patterns, suitable for English weather. Brussels lace is of course much finer and more complex to make having to keep the threads damp and avoiding exposure to light. We have a selection of beads suitable for decoration and of course a selection of bobbins and for fine work I have hanks of fine linen ideal for lace making." Geoffrey purchased a few bobbins, and a number of patterns with instructions plus a few hanks of fine linen. He left instructions with Mason to have a maid go and purchase a quantity of glass beads, he thought they might be cheaper in one of the bazaars and to have the stable lad go and purchase whatever offcuts of exotic timber from the furniture makers he could find.

 

Caroline visited the fabric warehouses in the afternoon where Elinor and her maid Alice convinced Caroline that each dress length of material was absolutely perfect for her, not that she needed much convincing. Geoffrey when presented with the bill for nearly forty pounds just signed the note for payment without question. "But it was for far more than ten pounds?" Wondered Caroline, "I've never known Elinor to go shopping and spend less than thirty." Came the cynical reply.

 

That evening they attended the Theatre Royal in a box, Caroline noticed they were attended by the senior footman and a different footman than the previous day, but the final day evening they spent listening to the Opera at the King's Theatre there at the back of the box was Mason himself with a minion who was dispatched for refreshments shortly before the first act finished. Elinor knew the story and between songs briefly filled in Caroline on the nonsensical plot. Caroline turned to Alice during the hub of conversation "Mason?" She queried, "Mr. Hearnshaw's visits are looked forward to by all the servants, they take turns to attend him at the theatre and Mason loves opera." Caroline wondered if it was the singing or the opera dancers that Mason loved.

 

On their return Geoffrey handed over his lace making purchases to Hazel and together they explained to the estate carpenter how he was to produce lace bobbins from the exotic wood off cuts on his lathe. Hazel handed over one of her bobbins so he could use it as a template for making more. "Do you think you could teach one or two local women to make lace? It might help to earn them some cash during the winter months."

 

"Did you hear the Vicar transported Adam for poaching last week and the hardship fund is nearly broke?" As Geoffrey listened to the servants gossip he realised things were bad, he had heard there had been riots over in East Anglia so thought he'd better take a hand before the local hunting Vicar who was also the local magistrate came down too harshly on the unemployed for a bit of poaching.

 

Geoffrey handed Caroline a purse filled with copper coins plus a few silver ones. "I hear the hardship funds running a bit low, go and join and pay your back dues for a year or two. If asked tell them I've been known to call my staff totally useless and being afraid for your jobs you thought you'd better join the hardship fund. If they let me know when funds are running low again I'll arrange for another to join and pay their back subs as well."

 

Caroline was curled up in Geoffrey's lap one hand on her breast and a middle finger from his right-hand wiggling gently inside her. "If the farmer's grew more grain then you'd have more to sell and make more money." She said in an effort to get him to slow down and take his time. He thought about it for a moment, "You mean buy them fertilizers and split the difference in crops?" Caroline leaned into him and nibbled his ears, stroking his cheek with her fingers. It felt nice being a little bit in control getting him to pause even if it was only for a moment or two, he knew her body far too well for her comfort.

 

"Mrs. Walker arrange a dinner party for me, both you and Caroline will be present, basically it's all the local landowners, farmers and their wives as many as we can seat if you please. I want them wined and dined and feeling mellow and do not invite the Vicar under any circumstances." Mrs. Walker looked up at him, "When?" "Whenever the Vicar is not available. Just sort it all out and let me know when." "Menus?" "You're gentry or so you tell me you just sort it out."

 

Mrs. Walsh looked round, "This is very nice, I must say I never expected to be invited to a posh dinner party like this with fresh-cut flowers nicely arranged on the table." "Mark my words, he's after summat this is all to soften us up." "Well yes I hope to be a bob or two richer as a result of this dinner." "Don't you spoil it for me Ned, let me enjoy my last scupper before I'm led away like a lamb to the slaughter."

 

"Are we expecting the Vicar?" "Regretfully it's his customary night for a game of cards with the Colonel. So I thought more tactful not to invite him to our humble meal which would put him in a position where he'd have to choose and give offence to either us or the Colonel." Ned looked round at the gleaming place settings " Aye you've the right of it there, besides he always was a greedy bugger, this way they'll be more for us." "Sit thee selves down where thee likes there should be plenty for all even those unlucky enough to sit next to Ned."

 

"Now there's French wine for those who's like it but if you prefer ale just say. Ned which will you have?" "I'll try the fancy stuff tonight seeing as its coming out of your pocket not mine." "You are not afraid you'll get hooked on the expensive stuff then Ned?" "I'll take the chance, I've had a glass of wine before thy knows." "Was it parsnip or dandelion?" There was a shout of laughter at this sally round the table. Mrs Walker spoke as they took their seats. "Now I've had cook prepare number of dishes, some are plain, others are more fancy." "Bring on the fancy stuff you only live once."

 

The atmosphere was relaxed over the meal and when it finally drew to an end Ned asked in his blunt manner "Now what's thee really after lad?" The entire table looked up towards him expectantly. "Caroline can explain it better since it was her idea to start with."

 

Caroline was startled "Aye lass speak up loud and clear so I can hear you, none of this mumbling." This she wasn't expecting, she turned to Geoffrey and gave him a look as if to say we'll speak later. "Thank you Mr. Hearnshaw. Well it started by me suggesting that if you grew more grain then we could buy more and make more money out from you." "And how do you propose we grow more grain?" "There's things like fertilisers, new varieties and new ways of sowing which could give higher yields." "That's talking money lass and where do you propose we find it?" Caroline looked at Geoffrey for support, "Mr. Hearnshaw is prepared to invest half of what you were paid for last year's crop, in return you and he split the difference in yield." "Yields vary from year to year how do we know the increase is not due to a spot of rain?"

 

Geoffrey spoke, "The Vicar isn't included so we just compare the yield he gets with his last year's yield and Caroline works out the comparable yield for your land. Some things will be one year such as varieties but some things like a seed drill will need three or four years to pay back. Caroline will work it all out."

 

"One idea is to use a seed drill but calculate exactly how much seed we'll need first to reduce waste when sowing." "How whilst thou do that? Pacing the fields is no good, Ned has longer stride than I do, besides with the stream the fields aren't even square." "Nay I seem to recall if you know the length of one side of a triangle and you can measure the angles then mathematics can work out the other two sides. You need a triangulator though I dunno where you'll find one." "Well Mr. Hearnshaw says you can find anything in London if it's to be found anywhere."

 

"Whilst you're all in a good mood as part of this I thought the other thing we could do is cut back the rabbit population, to stop them nibbling the crops so with your permission I'd like to be able to send my staff over your land to cut the numbers down." "Fair enough lad, fair enough."

 

It looked as if it was going to be a fine morning so Geoffrey set out across the fields. Albert Clarke was the name he'd been given by Mrs. Fellows, just a step across the fields you can't miss it. He stepped carefully round another cow pat and prayed no bulls were to be found in the fields to come. A ram looked up at him and stepped between the flock and himself. Geoffrey carried on bravely making for the stile on the far side of the field. At last a mean cottage appeared before him, a sheepdog barked to let the owners know someone was around.

 

"Lost are you?". "Not if I've found Mr. Albert Clarke. " "Maybe you have and maybe you haven't wot you want with the likes of him for then?" "Mrs. Walker tells me rabbits have been nibbling my flowers." "and you thinks if he asks them nicely they'll nibble somewhere else?" "Exactly." A woman appeared behind Albert, " It's a warm day to be out walking best sit thyself down on the bench and the pair of you sup a glass of ale." She turned to her spouse "and father you just listen to what Mr. Hearnshaw has to say he hasn't come all this way for nowt and you sir speak plain or the pair of you will be beating round the bush all day."

 

"Yes mother." Two glasses of ale appeared "Now then what exactly are you after?" " I need a gamekeeper to sort out my rabbit problem. I'm offering a shilling a day." "I could walk round your entire garden in ten minutes. You don't need a gamekeeper for that." Geoffrey addressed Albert's wife. "Is he always so untrusting?" "Well he's had experience with the gentry and you aren't paying that sort of good money for nowt. Now then where do you make money out of this?" "I'm a grain buyer." "Tell me something new." "Rabbits eat grain amongst other things so I've a number of farmers and landowners who are willing for my staff to hunt rabbits on their land." "You expect me to hunt rabbits and get transported for my troubles?"

 

"If you're working for me and its on the agreed land then you're safe." "Can't do it all by myself." "I thought you could hire some assistants at a farthing a day." "Not much is it." "They get to keep the rabbits." "Father hush now. What it sounds like is Mr. Hearnshaw has found a way to make poaching legal." "I hate to use the word poaching but as long as they see Caroline in the morning, make their mark and get paid they'll be working for me so it's legal." "Where do I come in." "Well I thought you might know someone with a ferret." "Someone's been talking out of turn." "Know where I can buy a set of nets? Since they're practically illegal now, I could store them in the shed behind the kitchen."

 

"Father will be there tomorrow morning with his ferret and a dozen men. The nets will be in your shed by nightfall tonight." "I'll let Mrs. Walker know how many lots of bread and cheese to prepare for their lunches, a cooked supper gets served afterwards and they can invite their families." "They're proud men and not like to be accepting charity." "The more rabbits they catch the better the grain crop and I have an agreement to half the improved crop compared to the Vicar's land so I'll make my money out of them." "I'd noticed the Vicar's land wasn't included." "Best make sure they don't stray then hadn't you?" He left them a week's wages in hand as a sign of good faith.

 

With the assistance of the housekeeper Chloris was taught how to run a house and how to inspect the books. Gradually it became she who authorised the purchasing of new sheets and other household items. It was Chloris who calmed down the maid whom her two brothers had toyed with. "One of them came up behind me and slipped his arm round my waist. The next thing I know is he's nibbling my ear then the other one started to raise my skirts. I told them I was a good girl and he said he bet I was. I bet I was too until they lifted me on to the bed and one put his head up my skirts and started licking me whilst the other groped my breasts. Then just as I got to the point where I didn't know what was happening they just stopped. I don't trust meself with them I don't. If they hadn't stopped, I couldn't have stopped them. I couldn't face them again, I can't go on I'll have to go. It's been a good place until now." Chloris calmed her down and rearranged the maids' duties so the younger, prettier ones were put on duties out of the way from her two older brothers. Then she went hunting her brothers and threatened she'd kill them if she had to calm down one more maid. "But we were only having a bit of fun. She was so innocent." "Well go and have a bit of fun with Molly at the pub at least she's up to snuff. Do you know how difficult it is to get good staff once the word is out they'll get put in the club?" Her brothers had hung their heads at the tongue lashing and sneaked off to see Molly that evening.

 

By the age of twelve she'd more or less taken over the day to day running of the house and often rode over the estate alone as her governess prepared her next day's lessons. Belle barked as she stumbled across two men dozing by a hedge. "Who are you?" "Two ex-soldiers looking for work." "We're down on our luck and haven't eaten since yesterday." She eyed them speculatively and liked what she saw. "Follow me at least we can feed you." She led them to the kitchen door and bade them enter. "Mrs. Longsword can we find these two something to eat?" She turned to Milly one of the maids and bid her fetch Roberts to the kitchen.

 

"Roberts with all these unemployed wandering around it isn't safe for a young girl like me. I'll need a pair of personal footmen who can ride to protect me, these two will do." Ex-sarjeant Leith exchanged a panic look with Fletcher. Riding, he didn't know how to ride. Roberts looked at them and summed them up, "Non commissioned officers?" "Serjeant Leith and Corporal Fletcher of the 60th Regiment, Sir. Corporal Fletcher was a Gentleman Ranker." Roberts brightened at the news "Right you're hired, you'll be issued with livery to help out when we have a dinner party but apart from that your duties will revolve round Miss Chloris. She's taken to dispensing with the services of a groom or footman when she goes out but if she goes out without you then obviously we don't need you and you'll be fired." Chloris stared at him, she couldn't say anything because if she did her soldiers were out of a job. Serjeant Leith tried to hide a grin as Roberts bested Chloris. "Now then John will show you to your accommodation. John either the attics or above the stables. I'd suggest the stables might be more comfortable but give them the choice."

 

"Well have we landed in clover or not?" "I think it depends on keeping the little lady happy." "Wasn't that the reason you joined up, not being able to keep a little lady happy?" "That and the price of commissions, if we'd kept fighting another month or two I'd have had my commission. Makes you mad doesn't it, if only Napoleon had hung on a bit longer."

 

"Dad Greenhow tells me I'll have to wait until the harvest is in before buying my new team. Can't we sell off a bit of land or something?" "Not to worry son I'll have the lawyers in tomorrow something about breaking the entail before we can do it but you'll have your money."

 

Roberts hovered at the end of the meal rather than withdrawing. Lord Hughes looked up at him. "We had the vicar round to dine only last month, it's not Christmas so why are you hovering man?" "It's the annual tenant's dance sir." "Well organise it." "It is usual to have at least one family member involved to greet the tenants." Roberts looked down at his fingernails as he spoke. Chloris's two brothers studiously looked out of the window whilst their father glanced round the table. He thought about asking his wife but the unspoken threat if he did hung in the air. "Chloris you're twelve now, practically grown up, its about time you had some responsibilities around the estate." "Do I get a new ball gown?" Lord Hughes grimaced, "Something made up in the local village." He reluctantly gave his consent.

 

"Mrs. Cunning we're going to the tenant's ball so we'll both need dresses." Anne looked up, "Your father agreed to you having a ball gown." "So he can't read the bill he'll just order someone to pay it and I don't want a dowdy, shabby chaperon." Mrs. Cunning brightened, with the right dress Anne would look elegant and that would lead to further orders from others if she didn't miss her guess. "Now I have the latest fashion plates just come in, and I think the styles would suit you both well." She had an arrangement with her sister in London to send her on the fashion plates once they'd fallen out of the height of London fashion.

 

Chloris had managed to coax cook into preparing some delicacies that the tenants might not have sampled before together with other food that Anne thought the more traditional farmers' might like. Chloris even prepared some treacle toffee with assistance from Anne. Leith and Fletcher when asked to sample it pronounced it edible.

 

Anne stood a little behind Chloris as she welcomed people to the tenant's ball. Fortunately since she knew them all, she could greet them by name even without having Roberts announce them. Then she opened the dancing by standing up with an old shepherd who she and Anne used to stop by and chat to when they were out riding. As the dance continued, she twirled with a younger set and Anne stood at the side keeping an eye on her. Partners were being chosen for the next set and Chloris looked to be in safe hands so Anne relaxed before realising that God's gift to women was making his slow labourious way across the dance floor in her direction. In a quiet panic she glimpsed one of the unmarried farmers who'd been stood to one side being approached by a mother with an unmarried daughter in tow. A quick look of appeal across the room and he slid his large frame across the room and arriving an inch before God's gift, scooped her onto the dance floor just as she was about to be asked to dance.

 

"What delightful weather we're having for the time of year." She murmured before realising this was not the thing to say to a farmer. To them it was always too cool, too warm, not sunny enough, too wet or too dry. He looked at her "Aye." His eyes twinkled though as he said it. "Do you think Chloris's dress suits her?" "Aye." "Have you sampled Chloris's Treacle toffee?" "Aye." "Would you like me to pour a bucket of ale over your head?" "Aye." She looked at him hard, "Give them all summat to talk about until next harvest but you'd never do it being a lady an all." Her foot slipped when next they came together. "I've a good mind to let Mrs. Quinn sacrifice her charming daughter to you." He gave a start, "But then young Benedict would be asking you to dance with him again." She scowled at him. "Mr. Henry Higginbottom." Henry noticed Mrs. Mallory and her two nieces looking towards him. "Would be delighted to dance with you all night." Anne glanced and spotting Mrs. Mallory and her two nieces hovering then at young Benedict "You know I suddenly find the idea delightful as well." They carried on dancing silently together.

 

"Miss Grace the gossips are saying you two have been dancing every dance together. You need to dance with someone else for at least a set." "Benedict's lurking and so is Mrs. Mallory." "Christopher come and ask my governess to dance, and Henry Higginbottom I'm available." Anne was shocked by the way that Henry talked easily to Chloris. "Are you really Chloris's governess?" She nodded "I wish my governesses had been as pretty as you." Robert suddenly realised just what he'd said and blushed. Anne smiled at him "Thank you kindly sir, it's not often us elderly servants get paid compliments." Robert blushed even more brightly.

 

Next morning over breakfast she asked "Just how did you manage to get Henry talking so much last night?" "Henry easy, just ask him about his new ram and he'll talk forever. We're invited over to inspect him on Friday when he arrives by the way."

 

On Friday they set out for the farm only to find Mr. Higginbottom had a visitor, a Mr. Geoffrey Hearnshaw who was a grain buyer. "Now if only you were growing in the field next to the river that would save a lot of effort in loading the grain." "Well. The owner is here. Chloris would you swop me forty tons of grain from your riverside field for forty from my top field?" "Save us bringing it uphill I suppose but why forty tons." "That's how much a barge can carry. Mr. Hearnshaw will be transporting it to London and will pay a better price than I can get locally." "If we can raise another eighty tons between us can he take them?" Mr. Hearnshaw's face lit up. "Certainly if they are the same quality and variety as I saw here." "How do I know I can trust you?" "My word is my bond, and now I'll be on my way and be back at harvest time to inspect the quality but it looks very good at the moment. Did I write down the names of the varieties those bakers prefer?" Henry reassured him then conducted Chloris, Anne and Leith over the farm pointing out the various improvements he'd made. He thought he could probably manage another twenty tons, Chloris spoke to the steward about the remaining sixty tons on her return.

 

Chloris was surprised that one of her new footmen didn't know how to ride. As her father and brothers only lived for hunting she'd found out fast the only way to spend any time with them was to ride out with them. Still, it didn't take him long to pick up the basics. Fletcher was knowledgeable about farms and such and from time to time they'd lend a hand to the tenants as they farmed their land. As she rode with them, they pointed out repairs on the estate that needed tending to.

 

Out of curiosity she slipped into the estate office one day and glanced through the books. She noticed that many of the expenses down in the books hadn't been carried out and going back over time they were in multiple times. "Leith why would someone write in the ledgers that a job has been done when it hadn't?" The ex-serjeant replied "Someone on the fiddle or hasn't kept his paperwork up to date. Just the once or more than once?" "More than once and it's the steward." "But your dad doesn't read or write does he?" "No and he's proud he doesn't." "Best have a quiet chat with the steward, tomorrow morning, early like before he goes off round the estate."

 

The next morning she walked into to the estate office with her two personal footmen, one of whom quietly closed the door behind him. "Greenhow I'd like to inspect the books." "Your father checked them only last week." Greenhow dabbed his brow with his handkerchief. "I don't think you understood the lady, she asked nicely but I'm happy to reinforce the request." Leith spoke quietly but with authority. "You know don't you?" Chloris nodded "But not why?" "Well twelve years ago I made a mistake of ten thousand pounds in the adding up. He just waved them away. It was so easy, once I spotted your father can't read or write when I showed the books. I did it because I could I suppose." "What did you do with the money?" "It's safe in the bank, I daren't spend it, it would look too suspicious." "I suggest you arrange the carriage to be brought round whilst Fletcher and I remain with the steward. We'll be stood just outside the front door." Chloris did as she was bid, wrinkling her nose in the stable yard as she recollected that she was supposed to give the orders. Still it seemed the sensible thing to do. In the coach on the way to the bank they asked him who he usually dealt with, "The head cashier."

 

So at the bank they spoke to the head cashier privately in his office. "We'd like you to transfer all the money in Mr. Greenhow's account into the young lady's account. Apparently some estate funds seemed to have been mixed in with Mr. Greenhow's personal money and he's here to put it right. Isn't that so Mr. Greenhow?" There was a hesitation, "Of course if you wish Lord Hughes to deal with the matter personally as he did the poacher who was found guilty of stealing from the estate last week I'm sure that can be arranged." Mr. Greenhow found his voice and agreed that the money should be transferred and signed the cheque that was drawn up in front of him. Once the money had been transferred, Leith led him outside. "You know I've heard that London is the place to be for an upcoming young banker." The head cashier looked at him, "Far less risk to a person's life than if Lord Hughes got to hear about anything and the cashier involved hadn't mentioned anything suspicious. He might think he was involved." The head cashier was sweating now, "Good day to you, I think we're finished now Miss Chloris." Outside the bank Fletcher asked Chloris if she had ten pounds about her. She nodded and handed it over. He handed it to Greenhow. "I think that will take you some distance from here. I wouldn't go back to collect your things, just sign this letter of resignation saying you'd just heard your brother was ill and have gone to sort things out. If I see you around after the stage leaves I'll let Lord Hughes know the sordid details." They saw him off on the next stage. "There now, all done nicely."

 

"Shouldn't we have told Papa?" "We've recovered the money that's the important part. The way your brothers are spending their way through the estate it would be gone a few months. Neither your father nor your brothers noticed anything wrong so just leave them in quiet ignorance. Neither of us will talk and I suspect the head cashier will have left by month end. No I suggest we leave it in the bank for the moment as a last reserve, you never know you might want a dowery at some point. I can take over as steward until your father appoints another one." Leith nodded his agreement.

 

Anne sat down and gave some thought to her future. She'd given up the last nine years to being Chloris's governess and now she thought she'd been set on the right path in life and it was time to think about her own future. Being a realist her time as a governess plus her age had ruled out marrying a title but a farmer's wife perhaps? He'd need to have some sort of money for a maid at least, now who did she know?

 

She slipped down to the kitchens and to the amazement of the kitchen staff baked both a steak and kidney pie and a fruit cake with her own hands and added a pair of baked potatoes into the oven. When they were done, she packed them all up in a basket and walked off across the park. "Well that's the first time she's gone off to feed the poor without Chloris with her." Remarked Sally, the scullery maid. "Back to the scullery and make sure you scrub those tiles properly this time." Sally did as she was bid. "You'd never bake a steak and kidney pie for the poor would you?" Cook demanded of the housekeeper. "I wonder who it was for?" came the reply.

 

Anne walked round and entered the farm's kitchen door placing her basket on the table. "If you've invited yourself to tea its bread and cheese." Henry sounded suspicious. "I thought you weren't looking after yourself. Good job I brought something with me." She lifted two plates down from the sideboard and placed a slice of pie and a baked potato on each. Henry smelt the tempting aromas coming from the pie. "You're an evil woman Miss Grace, tempting me with food." "Oh no this isn't temptation, but if you eat up all your pie and a slice of cake like a good boy I might just find an apple to tempt you with."

 

Henry ate every morsel on his plate and Anne cut him a second slice of pie. "What you need on a farm like this is sons." Henry paused between mouthfuls. "Mabel's got good wide hips for breeding." Mabel was the serving wench at the local tavern. "True but could she do your books for you? Have you thought that she might turn out like her mother in a few years time?" "Good grief." "Not to mention if she hasn't fallen with child by now she either never will or she knows more about herbal remedies than anyone else I know. Besides how bright do you think her offspring will be? Not the ideal mother for your sons I would have thought." "But who else would have me? I'm a plain man and not everyone would take the family name." She fluttered her eyelashes at him. "Are you sure you don't want a declaration of undying love?" "It's not a great predictor of how successful a marriage will be." "Well I suppose if we did get wed it would end all the nonsense of Mrs. Mallory. Best see the parson then hadn't I?" "Is that a proposal Mr. Higginbottom?" "Aye I suppose it is." "Well then I'd better say aye myself." He helped himself to another slice of cake, "There's a small box on the sideboard behind you." She turned and picked it up. "Open it." Inside was an engagement ring that just fitted her third finger nicely as she slid it on. "It fits nicely." "Ought to after Doris noted which ring fitted you when you and Chloris were trying the family heirloom rings on one day." "That was years ago." "Aye well it's been sitting on the shelf for a year or two, I just hadn't the courage to ask you, you see." She put her tongue out at him.

 

She came back through the kitchen and placed her empty basket on the table before going upstairs to talk to Chloris. Cook noted the air about her as she passed through and slipped into the housekeeper's room. "She's got that look about her." "That'll be Henry no doubt." mentioned the housekeeper "He's the only one round here up to her weight if you know what I mean." "Its be a pity to loose her though." "She won't be far away at Henry's." "But it won't be the same." "True enough."

 

"It's time for a walk." Announced Anne when she found Chloris eventually. "A ride?" asked Chloris hopefully. "No we need to discuss a few things away from preying ears." "You're leaving?" "That amongst other things and I won't be going far."

 

As they walked in the open Anne pulled out her ring. "I'll be marrying Mr. Higginbottom shortly." "I like the ring, I bet he bought it specially for you." "He did but I'm not sure he's forgiven yet." "How can you even think about not forgiving someone when they brought you a ring specially?" "When they keep it on the shelf for two years whilst they find the courage to ask you. Mind you if he'd asked me two years ago I'd have probably refused so I could look after you." Chloris tilted her head slightly. "There is a strong possibility that your Papa is not your father." "I know, looking in the mirror there's a resemblance between you and me?" "Your father is probably my brother, you have his eyes and his way of looking at the world. He's called Robin Grace by the way. My cousin was your nurse and I've been looking after you since." "So you're my natural Aunt?" "That sums it up nicely, but I'd like to have children of my own so I'll be marrying Henry. I think you're grown up enough now to cope with the change." Chloris threw her arms around her governess "Best of all Aunts." Then a few moments later asked "Am I to have another governess?" "I'm not sure, but if you choose not to then I'm certain that Fletcher could guide your studies discreetly, he seems well educated and for more practical things Leith could act as your tutor as well. If you have questions then I'll be available at Henry's farm." "Fletcher and Leith would be more discreet certainly and with Papa that's something to take into account."

 

She was twenty one before her father remembered she hadn't had a season yet, so London, the city of dreams. An elderly distant cousin had eventually been dragooned by her father to introduce her to the ton during the season but Chloris was far more interested in the other opportunities that London offered. The Egyptian Hall, the shops where it was said the treasures of the world could be purchased, theatre performed by professional actors and most of all society. They were soon settled in the London house which after a good spring clean sparkled once more. It had been rented out for the previous decade and some of the furnishings weren't quite as fashionable as they could be but Chloris had throughly enjoyed herself with her chaperon's assistance selecting material for curtains and covers.

 

They'd hired seamstresses to make up the curtains and covers and one hesitantly offered her services to run up some evening gowns and other day dresses. "You might as well pay us directly for you'll be paying three times the price to have a modiste pass the work on to us." Well she was in London to enjoy herself rather than dress in the very latest fashions and the attics were available for the girls to sleep in. One guest bedroom became their workshop. Because they still did some outwork for the modistes, dresses of the latest fashion were sewn up and Chloris's gowns followed the same general style.

 

Geoffrey and Caroline where once more staying in London as guests of Mr. and Mrs. Elward and Mason had been given the task of finding a triangulator. When he looked puzzled Caroline took pity on him and mentioned they wanted the type of surveyor who measured land. "Are you thinking of building a canal then? Mr. Elward might be interested." "Not canals at present but see if you can find someone." Mason tried the agencies but it appeared they were in great demand and not that many trained men were available.

 

Mason was interviewing potential footmen "So ex-army are you?" The ex-soldier snapped to attention "Yes Sir". "Infantry or Cavalry?" "Royal Engineers, I worked as part of a Ramsden theodolite team sir." Mason's ears pricked up, "Is the rest of your team available?" "I think so sir, Wells is looking for work, but Lieutenant Holmes has bad memories of the war sir." "Dawson find Wells and I want these men bathed and made presentable for inspection first thing after lunch. Now where can I find Lieutenant Holmes?"

 

Dawson entered Lieutenant Holmes's rooms, "Good Afternoon sir. Am I addressing Mr. Holmes, late of the Royal Engineers?" A depressed voice replied "What do you want?" "Your presence this afternoon, I've taken the liberty of bringing Mr. Elward's valet and we'll soon have you looking respectable." Mr. Holmes found himself spruced up and whisked off before he could protest.

 

"I've a gentleman and two assistants for your inspection Miss in the small drawing room." Caroline entered "Mr. Holmes, late a Lieutenant and surveyor in the Royal Engineers and his two stick men." "How interesting I've never met a man with a stick large enough to require two to carry it." Wells tried to hide his grin. Caroline approached Mr. Holmes and offered her hand. She felt a slight tingle when they touched. His were soft, as soft as Geoffrey's and to be honest Geoffrey had spoiled her for her own class with his soft hands and cultured way of talking, she inspected Mr. Holmes very closely "Yes they'll do, Mason I'll take them back to the country house first thing tomorrow so you'd better lay your hands on a theodolite and some suitable sticks." She looked more closely at Mr. Holmes "Are you all right, you don't look enthralled by the idea of working for me." "Begging your pardon Miss but Lieutenant Holmes was affected by the sights he saw in the war, I had to take his gun away from him once to stop him shooting himself, he's still in a state of shock and I don't know just how much use he'll be." Caroline led Holmes to an armchair, sat him down then boldly sat in his lap and kissed him on the lips. "Mason can you mention to Mr. Hearnshaw I'll be taking a cut in wages of a pound a month. He'll understand what I mean. The rest of you disappear." She shooed them away with a wave of her hand. "Now then we have to get it all out of you, you're going to have to tell me of all the horrors you saw." He looked at her blankly. She turned and knelt on the chair arms and bared one breast before pushing her nipple in between his lips to get his attention. His tongue slowly circled her nipple. "But you're a woman?" "He noticed, a woman who needs you functioning properly, when we get back into the country we'll go for long walks and we can talk but for now you'll start by telling me from the beginning." Marriage to Mr. Hearnshaw might be above her but a broken down officer who could be repaired in time would suit her very nicely thank you, all she had to do was heal him and the fact he was rather handsome was a bonus.

 

The first invitation for Chloris arrived for a ball. "If only we had a gentleman to escort us though where we are expected to find one in a week's time I'm sure I don't know. Is there any chance of your brothers coming up for the season and leading you out? Otherwise unnoticed you maybe labelled as a wallflower, first impressions are so important." Chloris hoped not, they'd gamble more and rid themselves of their allowance faster in the big city. A thought struck her "But we have a gentleman in the house." She rang the bell and asked for Fletcher and Leith to attend her.

 

"Fletcher if we found you suitable clothing could you escort us to a ball in a week's time?" Fletcher looked doubtful. "But he's a servant." "Well yes I am currently but before the heir was born I had an allowance and was a man about town as they say. Then after the heir was born I was jilted for a title, she married sir someone or other and I not being able to afford a commission joined as a gentleman ranker in the hope that I might be promoted in the field." "But what happened?" "Oh Leith saved my life a couple of times and I saved his once so we stuck together for a while until Chloris stumbled across us."

 

"Mr. Fletcher I'm delighted to see you again. We finished your order only last week, I really must apologise for the delay but with the rush for military uniforms your order seems to have been misplaced until recently. Now let's try it on. Hmm you seem to have lost a little weight since we saw you last two years ago. Still nothing that can't be remedied quite quickly. Can I interest you in something else perhaps?" It seemed as if he'd never gone to war. Chloris grinned from ear to ear but when she passed Fletcher a purse to pay the outstanding bill she tried hard not to laugh out loud. She did however express an opinion on which garments looked best on him.

 

They mounted the staircase and approached the door to be announced. "Your names please?" The imposing butler asked, a minion had already checked their invitations at the front door. On hearing Mr. Fletcher the butler paused "Mr. Eric Fletcher by chance?" Eric agreed, "Lord Purbeck, I'd prefer to announce you by your title." "Surely not, there were two heirs before me if the present Lord Purbeck has died." "A heart attack followed by measles sir. The new heir became depressed and gambled the estate away on the turn of a pack of cards so rumour has it you have the title but little money. I understand the lawyers have been searching for you without much success until now. May I be the first to congratulate you my Lord and now if may announce you properly?" Dazed Eric agreed.

 

"Lord Purbeck and Miss Chloris..." Chloris's surname was drowned under the sudden rise in the volume of conversation as the assembled company digested the presence of a newly found unmarried title. There was a crowd of people coming forward to meet them. "You know I think I'd better lead you out for the first set. If I can still remember how to dance that is." Chloris smiled at him, well they wouldn't go unnoticed this evening that was certain.

 

He quickly scribbled his name on her dance card for the supper dance before being engulfed by matrons wishing to introduce their daughters, nieces, and other relations to him. On the fourth set Chloris was gratefully sitting one out catching her breath when Leith in his livery came and stood behind her. "Eh I thought the French were bad and I've saved him a time or two from them but they're nowt as bad nor dedicated as yon pack after him alive." Chloris chuckled. "He's definitely the belle of the ball." "Just as long as he doesn't expect me to rescue him. Would you like a glass of lemonade since that's one of my duties tonight?" "Thank you. I would. You don't mind being lent out as it were?" "No it's been quite entertaining watching yon pack of hounds at work. See that woman now on the left I reckon she's getting ready to work a flanker on the rest. Napoleon wouldn't have stood a chance against them." He slipped away and returned with a glass of lemonade, floating in the top was a chip of ice. "Drink it up quick and destroy the evidence, its from the duchess's personal private supply, hence the ice."

 

Leith wondered round the ballroom carrying a tray of delicacies. Keeping an eye on both Chloris and Eric. He noticed Eric slip away from the ballroom to take a short break he assumed and stepped across to the corridor he'd left by. On his return a door opened and a voice said "Quick in here!" He grabbed a nearby maid and propelled her through the closing door. "You're looking for empty glasses." He murmured as he followed her through the door. The maid slid silently towards the window curtain ready to duck out of sight. Leith stepped forward and took a small brush from his pocket. "Just a spot of lint on the lapel, my Lord, I'll soon take care of it." "What are you doing? You'll spoil everything." The door barged open and three matrons looked hopefully in. The girl tried to wrap her arms around Eric's neck to kiss him but unfortunately Leith was in the way. "Alone in the room with two men, she's compromised throughly." Leith turned and said "I was very careful of the lady's reputation the maid here has been in the room all the time." The maid stepped forward as he spoke and confirmed his words. "Really Cynthia, the staff these days are getting above themselves, I hope you'll see they are dismissed without a reference." Leith squeezed the maid's hand in reassurance as Eric slipped out of the room. Leith gave the maid their address and told her to come and see him in the morning if she was dismissed. "Oh they can't do that sir, they only hired me for the evening, but I'll come anyway."

 

The next morning they met over breakfast and discussed the ball. Leith had admitted the maid at the kitchen door early that morning and together they were carrying platters up from the kitchen.

 

"Well I think we can say we certainly made an impact. You didn't tell me that your servant was Lord Purbeck." "I don't think either of us knew until the butler mentioned it last night." "I wish he hadn't in some ways, I'm no richer and I now know what a fox feels like with a pack of hounds after him. In someways I'd prefer to meet someone in trade at least they'd have some money but they're rarely allowed to the ton events." "My sister works for one she could wangle you an invite if you like, I'll be seeing her next half day." She suddenly realised she'd spoken without being addressed. "Oh beg pardon my Lady." "That's fine why don't you take the rest of the day off as an extra half day and go and see your sister. I'd be interested in meeting someone other than the ton myself." Indicated Chloris. The maid scurried forth from the room.

 

An hour later a liveried footman stood at the door with an invitation to dine that evening with Mr. and Mrs. Elward. The footman on being questioned by Leith described his employer in round terms as a merchant. The invitation was accepted by Eric, Chloris and her cousin who was a little unsure of the wisdom of mixing with the lower classes.

 

Escorted by Leith they arrived to find the house a blaze of candles, Eric was carried off into Mr. Elward's study, Chloris's elderly cousin found one of her particular friends was waiting to catch up with the latest town gossip and Chloris found herself being greeted by a young woman dressed in the height of fashion. "You must be Chloris and I must be Elinor to you." She indicated the room "Do you like it, papa had it specially decorated to impress the impressionable as he puts it. We might not be invited to the ton affairs but we often have the ones involved in politics to dine here. Papa says it's the only way to get the idea across to them that business is important to the country though many I'm sure only come for the food. Now I have a particular interest in your young man, Lord Purbeck I understand. What's he like? I've heard some gossip about him being your footman which I must confess I dismissed at first, even papa wouldn't go as far as hiring one as a footman and he's done some pretty outrageous things in the past." "I can tell from your face he is your footman, oh dear don't tell me I've put my foot in it again." "Well I didn't know he was a Lord when I hired him. I like him but if you really want to know what he's like go and talk to Leith he's probably in the servant's hall or kitchen. They fought together, Eric was a gentleman trooper and Leith was his serjeant so knows him well." "I'll introduce you to my cousin who works in a counting house whilst I just go down and see if everything is running smoothly in the kitchen."

 

Elinor scurried away and Chloris was left being admired by her cousin who after a few gentle depreciations that she couldn't really want to know held forth about the problems with banks and having enough money on hand but at the same time lending out enough to get a decent profit. It all sounded very interesting to Chloris who hadn't realised that banks made their money by lending it out rather than keeping it safe in the vaults.

 

Eventually a bemused Eric returned and Chloris demanded to know what had passed in the library. "Well if I become his son-in-law he's just this afternoon picked up the family estates for a song as he put it. The person who won them didn't like the idea of having anything to do with the scandal after my cousin committed suicide. They would be part of her dowery. Besides that I'm to have a town house with French Chef but in return I'm to host a dinner or two, Elinor apparently knows the form to influence the government's decisions on matters affecting manufacturers and trade. He's had his man of business talk to a few people including some from the regiment and decided I'm just the sort he'd like to father his titled grandson. So now I'd better see just how cross-eyed his daughter is I suppose." "I wouldn't describe her as cross eyed exactly but here she is coming across the room. So Lord Purbeck, bachelor of the parish of Upper Wormington, I would like to introduce you to Miss Elinor Elward, spinster of this parish, you may have something to talk about." She added mischievously as both reacted in total agreement in condemning her introduction. Chloris stepped aside and left them to it sidling up to Mr. Elward, "I think they look like a matching pair to me don't you?" "Aye well it's what I would wish but Elinor has her own choice in the matter." "Unusual." Murmured Chloris. "It's her who will have to put up with him for life so its only fair she gets some choice in the matter."

 

Chloris sat her self down at the dinner table and turned to her left. "Ah I recognise you, Mr. Geoffrey Hearnshaw the grain buyer." "Dad died so I'm a grain merchant these days." "Much difference?" "Well to be honest by the time I delegate the buying and selling out to others I find myself more in London these days looking for cheaper ways to ship grain and trying to deal with politicians, a much more devious job than ever simple buying and selling grain ever was. Yourself, doing the season, I expect?" "This is my second event." "That's as maybe but shouldn't you be mixing with the ton?" "It transpired that at the first event my footman was recognized as Lord Purbeck. The news hadn't reached him." Geoffrey had a fit of coughing and then grabbed a glass of water to help him swallow. "Different, that explains your presence here then." "Eric, or rather, Lord Purbeck, barely escaped the machinations of the ton once they found out who he was and swore that he'd be safer with someone from the city at least you could trust their word." "So the beautiful Elinor will become a lady." "And his grandson a Lord." "True enough." Chloris looked along the table to where Eric and Elinor seemed to be having a deep conversation and ignoring everyone else. Well considering what both Elinor and Eric had told her earlier they had a lot of talking to do.

 

She turned back to Mr. Hearnshaw and wondered if she could provoke a fit of coughing once more. "Have you thought of marrying yourself?" "Well I'm worth a bob or two so would they be marrying me for my money or me? Besides I'm too busy, you know I've even had to hire a secretary to arrange all my meetings and travel?" He looked across the table where a young man nodded an acknowledgement to her to her before turning back once more to his dinner companion. "Mrs. Elward has him paying attention to one of the shyer young ladies. Elinor was a possibility but we're more friends than anything else." Chloris sat up straighter in her chair "I've a dowery of a hundred and fifty thousand pounds." But this was dismissed with "A mere six months' income. Mind you I wouldn't mind marrying for a title myself if it was to someone as pretty as you, but that would depend on having a daughter who married a title, too many things could go wrong." "Well there are few titles that can be held by women." "Your's I suppose?" "If there is no male heir then yes I would become Baroness Hughes." Geoffrey brightened "Any brothers?" "Two older ones." He slumped back in his seat. "I could arrange for one to meet with an early demise but two, and your father as well I assume he's still alive, would be too suspicious, the neighbours would start to talk." Chloris grinned at him, "Actually I found myself threatening to murder the pair of them myself from time to time." "On their demise I'll be at your door with a bunch of flowers." They both grinned at the nonsense.

 

"I swear it's the God's truth I heard with my very own ears just as I was serving the second course, he's only waiting for her brothers to die before proposing. Not only that but she was threatening to murder them herself." Down in the servant's hall Leith soaked in every word. Well if need be a couple of brothers could soon be quietly dispatched.

 

"Chloris have you seen our conservatory?" Chloris thought it an odd question "I don't recall seeing it before perhaps you'd better lead the way." Elinor linked her arm in Eric's and tugged him along. "We'll take a male escort just in case there is a mouse or some other monster lurking behind the potted plants." Chloris grinned "Surely a well-run household such as yours would never permit such a thing." "Well there is always a first time."

 

"Now which exotic plant where you going to show me?" "Well this one has pretty green leaves?" "You mean you brought us here under false pretenses?" "I really don't want to marry someone if I can't stand their kisses and I could hardly ask Lord Purbeck to kiss me in front of everyone could I?" Elinor turned and kissed Eric lightly on the lips then stood back and looked at him for a moment before stepping closer and kissing him once more. He wrapped his arms round her and the kiss deepened. When they came up for air eventually Chloris asked "May I try one?" so Elinor turned and kissed her on the mouth sliding her tongue in between Chloris's lips. "That wasn't quite what I meant, I was thinking more in terms of Eric before he becomes engaged." "Anything to oblige." Eric slipped his arms round Chloris and kissed her soundly. "Well I've heard about the ton employing handsome footmen to keep them warm at night but it's the first time I've seen such blatant behaviour."

 

"I'd better ask you to marry me then since engaged men are off limits and thus safe." "Put like that I'd better accept to save you from sexual advances from your employer." Chloris put her tongue out at that.

 

When they reentered the salon holding hands with Chloris a little behind and Elinor nodded when her father gave her a questioning look. He walked across "Does this mean he's offered and been accepted?" They both agreed. "I'd like to announce the engagement of my daughter Elinor to Lord Purbeck and before they change their minds we'll finalise it so if everyone would like to move through to the rear salon where the Reverend Baldwin Burlington is waiting with a special license to perform the marriage ceremony." Elinor squeezed Eric's hand, "Dad likes to move fast sometimes. Do you mind?" He squeezed her hand back "Let's get it over with, at least it will be a small wedding." "That's true I feared he might want to have St George's in Hanover Square, thank heavens he didn't. I'm not sure I could cope with a high society wedding."

 

After the wedding ceremony Chloris approached the bride and groom "Are you both coming back in the coach? Although I suspect Eric's bed might be a little narrow for two." The bride and groom looked at each other. "I'll carry him off to my room tonight that's if you can manage without the protection and service of a footman?" "I still have Leith somewhere and I think he'll be sufficient protection tonight but thank you for the thought. I'll dismiss you for getting married shall I or is that reserved for housemaids?"

 

Chloris enjoyed her season although with the ton knowing about the wild ways of her brothers decided that her dowery would be modest and the lack of a gentleman escort meant there weren't dozens of suitors after her hand and besieging the house with flowers and offers for drives in the park.

 

Her chaperon worried about what would become of her but Chloris herself was unworried and simply enjoyed herself. Dancing with younger sons for the most part, for the titles held themselves apart in the main only courting those females with large doweries and that was often done through lawyers as the prospective settlements were drawn up and considered. You had to be careful with the titles, more than one young debutant found herself in an interesting condition after throwing themselves at a title only to find the title denied all knowledge and responsibility for the girl.

 

She did attract one admirer who told her quite bluntly he had no interest in getting married but needed a partner in crime to stop his mother enquiring too closely into his personal life as she might not be terribly accepting of the relationship he had with his valet. She rather liked Roy, and teased him about having red hair to go with his name. He was a generous escort with his time taking her round the parts of London she wished to explore and in return she flirted with him outrageously when they met at society events. Her cousin though was not taken in. "You spend too much time by half with young Roy and its not as if he has any serious intentions."

 

His mother was delighted to see her son at last taking an interest in females for as she admitted when she came to call it was getting to the stage when she feared the gossips might start talking about his lack of interest.

 

Then one of the maids caught flu and instead of going to bed continued to work until she collapsed. The rest of the household went down as well. Chloris being young and fit managed to fight off the infection but unfortunately her distant cousin succumbed. She wasn't sure what to do but Lord Purbeck came to the rescue. "First she was only a distant cousin so you could continue to do the season, Elinor as a married woman can be your chaperon but you said your cousin left you a small inheritance, well seeing as you're over twenty-one that means you're independent. Why not let me sell you a small estate that lies next to mine, Eleanor's father's man of business picked it up for a song when he brought mine back. There were three estates that came on the market close together and none of them sold because everyone thought there was something wrong with the area having the three together. Two are enough for me and Elinor and since no one knows how large your inheritance was it will be simple to dip into your bank account to top it up and being close will take it easier for Elinor to get to know the country and I can keep an eye on your land for you."

 

Elinor endorsed the plan and after consideration Caroline thought the plan sensible and headed north with them to take up residence on her very own estate.

 

The harvest had been good and Sinclair was finally permitted to buy his new curricle and team. Her brothers decided to surprise Chloris by paying her a visit at her new estate more for the sake of trying out Sinclair's new curricle and team than anything else. When they set out the weather was fine, by lunch time though it had begun to rain and both were feeling throughly miserable and fed up. "Whip them up now. We're at the top of the hill let's find a warm inn down in the valley and thaw out." Sinclair gave his tired pair a crack of the whip over their backs and they were off down the winding road. "You have to be skilled to handle them at speed on a winding road like this." Sinclair yelled to his brother who was looking scared so Sinclair decided to show how skilled he was and so didn't slow for the next bend, it tightened and suddenly the off side horse stumbled, Sinclair's fingers were more numbed with the cold than he thought and the curricle plunged off the road over turning as it did so, Sinclair was thrown out and his body slammed into a tree trunk. Ward was caught in the traces and dragged along behind the curricle. It was late the next day before the two bodies were found and a week later before their father had a heart attack on hearing the news. The horses though managed to survive with just a few bruises.

 

Geoffrey found more and more of his time was spent travelling to meet various people to negociate cheaper ways to buy, ship and sell grain. He seemed to be in a constant state of travel and just accepted the appointments his secretary arranged. Often he would be briefed in the coach as they travelled to another part of the country. He missed kissing and fondling Caroline but after Hazel's shocked expression when he asked her to undress he felt he couldn't quite approach her with a view to having the same relationship as he had had with Caroline.

 

The first Chloris heard of her brothers and father's demise was letter from her mother saying she was desperate and didn't know what to do or think. The steward was saying he needed working capital whatever that was Chloris's father had never explained about money to her.

 

Everything seemed to be at sixes and sevens even the lawyers were playing least in sight once it became apparent their fees might not be paid. Could Chloris sort it all out? Their solicitor had mentioned that the estate now belonged to Chloris but that couldn't be right could it? Oh and the merchants were demanding their accounts be settled immediately and no further charges would be permitted.

 

Leith was despatched with a draft for two thousand pounds with the promise of more to come should it be required. On his return he mentioned the depositing the money in the bank had turned things round, the seed merchant was happy to extend credit once more as were the other merchants. "It's all to do with confidence, everyone has faith in you that and a spot of money in the bank. They'll need some help sorting out the estate though, nothing has been spent on it for many a year. Should I pop by young Eric and see what he can come up with?" "If he's not too proud now he's a title."

 

Eric and Elinor discussed the matter. "I think the sensible thing to do is to get father involved he knows Chloris and feels a little in her debt he'll be the one to sort this all out."

 

Leith was riding over the estate when he came across a rider who was looking hesitantly towards the house. He seemed to have a family resemblance to both Chloris and Anne Grace about him. "Mr. Grace?" He hazarded a guess. "Why yes do I know you?" "No but you look as if you're family to Miss Anne Grace that was before she got married, I'm Leith by the way. Have you come to look in on her old charge?" "My sister has mentioned you and yes." he was led to the house.

 

Leith led him into the back drawing room that overlooked the garden and closed the door behind him. "Mr. Robin Grace, Anne Grace's only brother." Chloris looked up and quickly stood "Dad?" she murmured before throwing herself in his arms for a hug. "I'll leave you to it and bring some refreshments." Announced Leith as he left the room closing the door behind him. On entering the kitchen he requested a tray with tea and sandwiches. "Sally will take it up." "I'll do it myself just to keep my hand in." The cook's eyebrows raised at this but she said nothing. When he returned and set the tray down he once more closed the door. "So this is the scoundrel who has being looking after you after Anne left?" "Well yes since you weren't there." "Well it was rather difficult but I had Anne's dairy about everything you did, and nurse's as well. Do you still remember her?" "Vaguely." "So what have you been up to since Anne got married? She mentioned an Eric as well as Leith?" "Apart from the fact I'm a Baroness in my own right now?" Chloris sat and told him of her shortened season in London. "I take it you'll be staying a few days." "I don't think I dare stay at the residence of an unmarried woman without a chaperon dare I?" "If I might suggest that as Anne's brother you may well have been asked by Anne to look in on Chloris and have a look over her estates?" "The very thing, only I'd better not call you dad too often had I? Especially as the Baroness bit came through my official dad." "Call me Robin and I'll be happy." "We can talk as we roam the estate an excellent idea."

 

Mr. Elward read the letter and mentioned to his wife that Chloris was now a baroness and he was thinking about sending one of his young men down to her new estate to look it over and come up with a list of recommendations for her approval. "More to the point you'd better remind Geoffrey he's to arrive on her door step with a bunch of flowers." "Is this something I haven't heard about?" "Mary, my personal maid, mentioned to me that downstairs was agog when he was overheard to offer if ever she became a baroness, something about she felt like murdering her brothers herself when he thought murdering two of them plus her father was too much." "I'll just ask him to drop by with a date and leave the rest to Elinor then. I mean much as I hate to interfere." "Turned a new leaf over in your old age have you? Still we haven't visited our daughter for while have we? I mean it would be a shame to miss out on the kill."

 

"Any appointments next week?" Geoffrey questioned his secretary. "Just the one on Thursday, Mr. Elward wrote and said you were expected but it's some distance away, if you set off at daybreak you should make it by late afternoon." "Order the carriage then and have two teams sent on ahead." "So noted."

 

Thursday came and Geoffrey ate a full breakfast before first light then stepped into the hall to find practically his entire staff apparently all with small jobs to do in the hall. "Good luck Sir." This came from the youngest member of his staff. Geoffrey paused, "Thank you Tilly.". Outside he spoke to the groom's, "I want four outriders today, they can catch up with the coach as fast as they can." Once inside the coach he lifted out the reports he still had to read and discussed them with his secretary.

 

'Why four of us?" Ted asked as he mounted placing a carbine in a saddle holster. "Tilly wished him good luck." "And he doesn't know why?" "He doesn't know why, so that's why we're outriding today."

 

Geoffrey stepped down from the coach and up to the front door where Leith himself stood with the door open. "Welcome to Dunnington Hall Mr. Hearnshaw, you are expected if you'd just like to follow me." A young maid slipped a small bouquet of flowers in his hand as he passed. Bemused he continued carrying the flowers. "Mr. Geoffrey Hearnshaw." Announced Leith and Geoffrey stepped through the door. "Elinor what a surprise, I suppose you're connected with these?" Elinor gave a gentle laugh, "I think they're for the new baroness, let me present you." Geoffrey turned and noticed Chloris sitting by the window for the first time. "I take it I should offer my condolences on the deaths of your father and brothers." Chloris inclined her head in acknowledgment. He took a deep breath in and looked round the room noting even his secretary had slipped in through the doors. "Well I seem to recall we agreed to marry when you became a baroness and I note the presence of a number of witnesses to the conversation. Are you still of the same mind?" Chloris stood then glanced across to her natural father, "I've known him for a few years and his prospects are good." "Why then I accept your offer kind sir." She said curtseying but then on raising she stepped across and kissing him whilst she hugged him asked "What took you so long?"