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The Orphan by Karen Blayne
Oh by the way red tape first.
Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.
They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2020
Luv Karen
Esther looked round at her new home. The head of the family lived here and she was family. Well the orphaned daughter of the third son but still that counted as family. Her cousin was the same age as her, well he was her second cousin or was it her second cousin once removed? She wasn’t sure why you’d want to remove a second cousin but still lots of things were unclear to her at the moment.
Alexander, Richard’s tutor, tried to explain it to her but she didn’t really follow the words. To much had happened to her recently for her to concentrate. Still she ended up taking lessons with Richard and she quite liked his tutor who was the only one who took an interest in her.
Richard took her down to the stables to show her his new pony. She liked horses, her dad had been in the cavalry so she knew a lot about them. She picked up a carrot from the bag and held it out to her dad’s large black horse. She sensed he missed her as well as he nuzzled her. Richard trotted out on his pony and out of the yard. She found a young stable lad and asked him to saddle Midnight. “I’ll have him done a jiffy.” The lad said. It was only when the eight year old mounted Midnight on the mounting block he realised the saddle wasn’t for an adult. Midnight trotted off following Richard as good as gold. “Alf, young Esther has taken the black out.” “That were her dad’s weren’t it?” “Aye.” “Well then no harm done.” “Except at 17 hands he might be a bit of a handful for an eight year old. He certainly was when John tried to exercise him yesterday, wouldn’t let him anywhere near him.” “Bloody hell, best saddle up a couple of horses and we’ll see what we can do.”
“He’s a bit big.” Said Richard looking up from his pony. “He was me dad’s. He can do tricks shall I show you?” “Go on.” “Midnight bow.” Midnight did a bow. “Midnight back.” Midnight gently started to walk backwards. “Stop.” Midnight stopped. “Can any horse do that?” “I think so you just have to train them. I’m trying to train him to fetch something for me at the moment.” Alf and Sam came galloping up. “Are you two all right?” “Yes why shouldn’t we be?” “It’s just a very big horse for a little girl.” “Oh Midnight’s fine.” “I’m not sure it safe for you to ride him.” “Me dad taught me to ride on Midnight.” “Let’s see you ride him then.” Esther took Midnight from a walk to a trot, then to a canter and finally to a gallop which left Alf and Sam far behind. They jumped over a hedge then circled and came galloping back jumping once more. “See he’s a well behaved.” “He wasn’t happy with John yesterday.” “He’s a calvary horse so trained not to let anyone ride him. I could introduce you if you like.” She guided Midnight to a tree stump and slid off Midnight. “Come here.” Alf nervously slid off his horse and approached Midnight. “Midnight this is Alf. Put your hand out so he can smell you.” Alf extended his hand and Midnight took a cautious sniff. Esther handed Midnight a carrot. “Now up you get.” Alf stood on the tree stump and slid his leg across Midnight’s back. “Midnight walk.” commanded Esther and Midnight gently walked forward. Alf drew him to a careful halt as Sam looked on in amazement at the docile mount. “He certainly weren’t like that with John. He was rearing up and rolling over. He just wasn’t having any of it.” “I think he’s missing me dad.”
After that there was no question in the stable-yard, Esther was the one who exercised Midnight. Richard led them over to the next farm. “My uncle Andrew lives here.” His housekeeper greeted them with cakes and a drink of milk in the kitchen. Afterwards she led them up to Richard’s uncle in his study where he was surrounded by piles of paper on his desk. “Come to rescue me have you?” He led them off onto the terrace. “Why do you need rescuing?” “I’m a bit behind with entering the ledgers and paying the bills and so forth which means your arrival means I can put it off all the sums to another day. Now who is this young lady you’ve brought to see me?” “Esther is my second cousin once removed.” “But I’m here.” Andrew grabbed a bill from the pile and sketched out parts of the family tree on the back. “According to this I’m your great Uncle and removed doesn’t mean removed as in sent away it means not directly connected as it were.”
Gradually she caught up with her shared lessons. Alexander let the children study what interested them but worked in lessons in sums and so forth in a practical way. He wasn’t quite certain if Esther should be studying the same subjects as Richard but on the other hand the two of them worked well together which made his life easier and no one in the family really seemed to be concerned on what they were taught other than Richard’s dad who was pleased his son had taught his pony some tricks. Esther seemed to sense it was better to play least in sight.
Esther and Richard were roaming around on their horse and pony when a rabbit shot out in front of Richard and his pony spooked dumping him on the ground. Esther thought he’d fallen heavily on his ankle. “Can you get up?” Richard tried but gave up. Esther dismounted and looked him over. She needed an adult but didn’t want to leave Richard alone. She turned and spoke quietly to Midnight. “Fetch Alf.” He looked puzzled and Esther pointed towards the stables. He set off but looked back for reassurance as he went. Knowing that when people were ill you tried to keep them warm Esther put her coat over Richard to keep him as warm as possible.
Midnight entered the stable yard and nudged Alf in the middle of his back. He turned, “Want a carrot and to be unsaddled do you?” He reached for a carrot and offered it out. Midnight snorted then ignoring the carrot walked between Alf and the stables and nudged him away from the stables. “Alf weren’t Richard and Esther off riding together?” “Now you mention it.” “So where is his pony? And I’ve yet to see Esther not see Midnight back safely to his stall.” Midnight gave another nudge. “All right old fella. Let’s get you to the mounting block and you can take me to them.” Midnight seemed to understand his tone of voice and trotted to the mounting block where Alf mounted him. “John you better mount up Buttercup since she’s steady and come as well. Sam warn the house we might have an injury to deal with.” Midnight trotted off but once clear of the stables he began to canter. “You’re a very smooth ride aren’t you boy.” Remarked Alf as they flew across the turf and over two hedges. They soon found Richard curled up with Esther besides him. When she saw them she got up and made a big fuss over Midnight. “See I told you he was clever. He worked out how to fetch Alf all by himself.” John carried Richard in his arms on Buttercup, trailing behind came Esther on Richard’s pony and Midnight carrying Alf. Midnight wanted to stay with Esther and the pony so Alf didn’t push him.
“A badly twisted ankle, but I can’t see anything broken. Ice, if you have any, to slow the swelling, otherwise cold cloths as you have been doing and keep it raised young man. I’ll strap it up then no walking on it for a week at least and it might take longer.” Well at least the heir would live. Alf was instructed to look out for a more suitable horse for Richard, one who was a bit steadier.
Alexander beamed at his charge. “It looks like you can’t escape me and going riding off in the afternoons.” “You’re evil.” remarked Richard. Esther just chortled. “What has he done?” Alexander took the opportunity to describe the human body and its bones and muscles and how they were connected with tendons. Esther hadn’t realised that horses and humans had so much in common as Richard drew both a horses skeleton and a human skeleton and pointed out the bone structure. Somehow he seemed to pick up that anything to do with horses was a point of interest to Esther.
Richard on his new horse and Esther were visiting Archibald and Sally who were sort of neighbours. Well they only lived twenty minutes ride away when they heard a scuffle behind them. A visitor had cornered Sally’s governess and had his hand up her skirt. Sally’s mother came round the corner. “Good grief girl in front of the children how could you. You’re dismissed without a reference.” Esther blinked and she remembered her great Uncle Andrew. “Does she like sums?” She asked Sally. “adding, subtraction, multiplication and long division.” Replied Sally gloomily. “Apart from that is she nice?” “Yes.” Esther slipped away on Midnight and waited at the end of the drive. “Want a ride?” Maria didn’t have to think twice it was three miles to the coach stop. Midnight stood by the gatepost and Maria climbed aboard sitting pillion behind Esther. “I want to stop off at my Great Uncle Andrew’s first.”
“Great Uncle Andrew I found someone for your ledgers and things.” Maria entered behind Esther. “He hates doing his books he says the columns never add up right.” “Up to date are they?” asked Maria as she picked up the next invoice from the pile that Great Uncle Andrew was entering into the ledger and read the date. “Well I’m a day or two behind.” Admitted Great Uncle Andrew. Maria laughed “Three years is a day or two behind?” “She was Sally’s governess until she got attacked and turned off but Sally says she likes sums.” Esther expressed her disbelief that anyone could like sums in her tone of voice. “So no reference then?” “Who else do you have in mind to clean up your ledgers?” “You’re hired.” Esther was pleased she’d managed to help her Great Uncle Andrew and skipped away to where Midnight was waiting for her by the front door.
A week later Maria looked up from the ledgers. “There brought up to date.” “So how much can I spend?” “If it’s to invest in the estate that’s one thing. If it’s to go off to London town that is a much lower figure.” Andrew pulled a face. “It’s just money what difference does it make where I spend it.” “I suppose you like the idea of a young lady fawning over you?” “Oh I like at least two.” Andrew joked. “Let me do the sums then. What do you think about your steward’s idea of building a canal?” “Have you seen how much money he wants for it. There’d be nothing left for doing the season in London.”
Maria led two young maids in to the study the following day. “Two young ladies to fawn over you.” Andrew looked up from reading his mail. “How much.” He tended to be blunt. “Five shillings a week.” Fanny pulled a face. “That’s not much to fawn over the likes of him.” Jane looked more thoughtful and went to perch on Andrew’s lap. She ran her fingers over his face. “Now there’s a compliment you don’t get everyday.” “He didn’t say anything.” “He didn’t have to. Now Maria what’s in it for us over and above five bob a week.” “I thought he could pay you another fifteen shillings a week in shares in his canal. If you worked for him for ten years that would give you nearly £400 of shares and many pay a dividend of 20% but be conservative say 10%, that would give you a pension of £40 a year.” “True but I’d be on the shelf by then.” “Don’t you think Fanny will wait for you then? Combined you’d have £80 a year. Enough for a cottage.” Both girls blushed. “But I don’t want to fall with child.” “I’m sure Andrew won’t mind if you just use your hands and mouth on him.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to build a canal.” “I’ll leave you two girls to persuade him.” Maria stood guard over the door in the hall and mentioned to Mrs. Sharp, the housekeeper, over tea and cakes in the housekeeper’s room, that she was certain two maids would be added to the staff shortly. They were just persuading Andrew to build them a canal. She thought they would be happy to share a room and would prefer a double bed. “These cakes are out of this world.” “One of Andrew’s indulgences is food. The rest of us enjoy the standard of table here as well.” Jane slowly undid the buttons on Andrew’s shirt whilst Fanny undid his boots and massaged his feet.
Richard was overjoyed when he heard his uncle was building a canal. “You can go fishing in a canal.” Esther asked Maria what was so special about a canal and why did people build them. So Maria explained that mills in the north wanted to sell their goods. Traditionally peddlers had used mules to carry goods on their backs but this was expensive. Goods travelling by canal meant cheaper goods in the shops or more for your money. “But what do people want from a canal?” “You could write a letter to a mill owner and ask him.” Maria thought it was an excellent excuse to get Esther to write a letter. Esther placed it on the tray in the hall and thought no more about it. Well until an unmarked carriage turned up at the house and a young man stepped out and asked to speak to Miss Esther Howe. It seemed his master had dispatched him to inspect the plans for the canal and to see if some changes could be incorporated.
Esther led the way to Great Uncle Andrew’s house and introduced him to Maria. “You’re best off talking to Maria and explaining what you want than talking to my Great Uncle.” “Now what are you after exactly?” “Well we’d be interested in using the canal once it’s built but the main thing we’re after is reliability. The gaffer has heard that sometimes they dry up in summer so he’s interested in getting involved so he can ship his goods all year round.” Maria brought out her plans. “I don’t know how you’d go about protecting against drought.” “Simple enough you put in two locks side by side and use lock side ponds as well.” “Sounds complicated.” “It’s simple enough. Have you built a canal before?” Maria admitted she hadn’t. “The gaffer thought not so he sent me down to oversee. He’s willing to put up the money for the side ponds and other little extras he’d like adding to make it more reliable and cheaper to ship goods.” Esther looked puzzled. “Which is cheaper a seven foot wide narrow boat or a fourteen foot wide barge?” “I’d say the seven foot wide boat but is it a trick question?” “In a way. A fourteen foot wide boat can carry twice as much cargo as a seven foot one but it isn’t twice as expensive to build.” “Why?” “Well it’s the same sides but with a bit wider bottom.” “You mean it isn’t twice as expensive?” “You’re quick.” Dudley was invited to stay in the farmhouse. Peace appointed herself his personal maid and invested her savings into the canal. “Do I need a personal maid?” She kissed him lightly on the lips, “Well if you’re married no, but if you aren’t who else is going to sew your shirt buttons back on?” Maria thought he looked interesting. “I’ll go over what needs to be done but then I must away to London and see some buyers down there but I’ll be back after dropping into the mill.”
Alexander got involved and together Richard and Esther went over the plans for the canal. “Average rainfall?” “If you don’t get enough rain then the canal boats can’t run and the mills have to lay off workers since they can’t get their goods to market.” Richard knew all about raindrops. One of his cousins had won a hundred pounds betting on which rain drop would reach the bottom of the window first. He didn’t mind Esther learning about this canal stuff but it wasn’t real like learning Latin. You needed Latin to be able to understand quotations and hold conversations with the fellows. Whispers ran round Andrew’s estate and soon many were asking for a quarter of their wages to be put to one side to buy shares in the canal. Maria took on a couple of pretty but bright twelve year old girls. They were taught to read and write and do the ledgers which were growing more complicated with the canal. Esther thought they were just looking forward to reaching the age of eighteen when Maria had promised them the same deal as Fanny and Jane.
Richard was sent to boarding school when he reached the age of thirteen. Alexander was dismissed. No thought was given to Esther’s further education so she and Midnight started to spend more time with Andrew.
The canal was very profitable and to Andrew’s great surprise the farm got better prices for his crops. His steward thought that the towns and cities had an insatiable demand for fruit and vegetables and not just wheat and oats which had been their traditional crops so the farm diversified and Andrew was persuaded to take out a mortgage.
Maria had always promised herself a season in London so when Esther reached the age of seventeen she suggested Esther speak to the head of the family and see if the town house was available for the season. The town house would be made available but someone else would need to chaperone Esther. Dudley commented that his gaffer had a young relative who desired a season and more to the point he might come up with a few dress lengths from the mill before he dashed off to London once more. The dress lengths arrived shortly afterwards by canal. Maria and Esther put their heads together and eventually decided to discuss the matter with Sally and her mother since Sally was of an age and their estate hadn’t been doing quite so well recently. It was agreed that Sally would have her season and her mother would chaperone both girls. Maria would be along to assist although being dismissed without reference meant she wasn’t quite the ideal chaperone with a respectable image. After an exchange of letters Miss Ellen Thrup came to stay with Sally and her mother so she could get to know Sally and Esther before the season began.
Fletcher looked at the letter the groom had handed him. He had two months to bring the house up to standard for a family member for the season. Fine except after three years neglect he didn’t have the staff. Jean-Paul managed by cooking for various houses as the demand came and he and a three footmen also made themselves a little on the side by being brought in for the odd social occasion. “Bolt!” He called and Bolt came forward. “Dig round and see if you can find me a dozen men we can train as footmen.” “Six footers?” “No there will be too much demand for them and I don’t need matching pairs either.” “Ex military?” “Batmen if you can get them else see what you can scrape up. They need to be trainable and we have two months to get them into shape.” “Blimey, don’t want much do they?” He walked down to see Jean-Paul, “A family member will be here for the season. Debutant so food will be important.” “I’ll need staff.” “We’ll have to train them.” “It takes me six months to train someone.” “Best find a few quick learners then.” Jean-Paul thought back to staff he’d worked with in other kitchens. One of two might be enticed with the idea of being trained by himself.
The housekeeper would need maids and ideally one who knew her business as a lady’s maid. He’d better have a word. “Trained and experienced staff will be in demand just before the season Mr. Fletcher.” “See what you can do. Find a couple of bright ones and see if we can get an experienced lady’s maid to train them up before the season starts.”
Dudley turned up late one evening with four London seamstresses. “I can’t imagine how you put up with travelling as often as you do.” Remarked one as she stepped down from the coach. “Me bum will never be the same again. I’m not sure I want go back ever.” “Stop complaining the pair of you. You know there no work for the likes of us in London Town. At least we’ll get some money in our pocket for this.” “Oh I like to look of that footman.” Dobbs turned round to see who was behind him. “You ducky, you’re a footman aren’t you?” “I think he’s more a legman meself.” “Oh is that why you’re showing your ankle then?” “Naw she’s just a bit warm after being cooped up in the coach for three hours.” “Don’t remind me. I need to go now.” Nelly looked round and then caught Dobbs’s arm and whispered something in his ear that made him blush and convey her into the house. Maria came out to see what all the fuss was about and caught Dudley climbing down from the driver’s bench.
“Dudley how nice to see you again. I’m surprised you didn’t travel inside with the ladies.” Dudley gave her a look. “If you want them dresses sewn don’t you dare say we’re anything but ladies.” Cried Liz. “Even Nelly couldn’t entice him inside. A bit of slap and tickle might have been nice to pass the time.” “These ladies” Dudley paused after the word then continued “are here to make Esther up some dresses before her season. Since I was travelling up in the coach anyway I thought the cost of carrying them here would be minimal.” “It sounds an excellent idea. Now ladies I think you might need to share a room.” Em looked up “Bags I share with Dudley.” “Well we are a bit short of space so I was thinking that Nelly and Liz might share Dudley’s room.” At Dudley’s concerned look she whispered “You’re sharing mine tonight.” in his ear and led him off by the hand to show him her room. “It’s only got one bed.” “True so we’ll have to share but don’t get your hopes up. We’re only sleeping together nothing else. For anything else you’re sharing with Nelly and Liz.” Dudley frowned but felt more comfortable with the idea.
“Your hair looks dusty after all the travelling. Let me wash it.” Dudley found himself sat in a chair with his head back over a bowl as Maria washed his hair. He felt himself relaxing as her fingers worked their magic on the back on his head. “I could get used to this.” “Hair dresser to his majesty?” Joked Maria “How much is the pay?” She ran her fingers over the back of his neck once more. “I could wash yours?” Maria was taken back, but why not. “Once we’ve rinsed yours and taken dried it roughly with a towel.”
Maria found Dudley’s fingers very distracting as he washed her hair. “I could brush it for you as well?” He offered. Maria just sat back and purred.
Next morning the seamstresses found their way to the kitchen where they marvelled “You never say you have to bake your own bread. The baker’s boy comes round with ours faithfully every morning when we get up.” “I thought I’d never get to sleep. It’s so quiet, no horses or anything.” “It wasn’t this morning, you could hear the birds singing.” “If I catch that bloody rooster he won’t ever sing again at day break.” Fanny stared at them as Dudley entered the kitchen. “Hello my darlings how are you all then? Sleep well?” “Where were you last night. I had to share a bed with Nelly and she wrapped herself up in the blankets part way through the night.” “When do we see your sweetheart then so we can measure her up and what do we have to work with?” Maria entered the kitchen and looked round “Esther should be here after breakfast. I’m not sure where the best place to use as a work room is.” “Well the dining room isn’t used that much. We can serve Andrew his meals in his study or the drawing room.” “Won’t he object?” “Fanny and Jane can be very persuasive.” Maria showed them to the dining room with its long table that would serve as a work table.
Once Esther arrived the others fell silent whilst Lil looked her over. “Not too many faults to disguise that’s for sure. Walk across the room and back again so I can get some idea of your carriage luv.” Maria looked at Dudley “She’s one of the best at what she does. Normally she sits in the background at the dressmakers.” He whispered. Lil looked thoughtful. “Now let’s see what material we have to work with.” Maria, Fanny and Jane carried in the material and placed it reverently on the table. “I tried to take a couple of samples of material that I got from Esther’s maid to get an idea of what colours she liked best.”
“So let’s get our expectations in line. To be a diamond of first water would need more costly materials than we have here and you’d be expected to wear the very latest fashions which means more dresses made during the season as the fashions change during the season. However we can make you dresses and gowns that will fit in perfectly with what else is being worn and you won’t appear to be too provincial.” Esther had been looking through the material, a far finer selection than she was used to at the village store. “I’m sure whatever you can contrive will be acceptable.” “Something along the lines of Lady Cynthia’s ball gown but with different sleeves?” suggested Nelly. There were nods at this. Lil quickly sketched out the idea and gained Esther’s approval. Soon Lil was cutting out on the dining room table. Em, Liz and Nelly started sewing the parts together. Esther hesitantly offered her help and was put to work under Em’s supervision. After two days Esther looked at the stack of sketches that Lil had produced. “Do I really need all these dresses?” “A diamond will wear four dresses or gowns a day and never the same one twice but even wearing them two or three times and getting changed twice a day you’ll barely have enough.” Ellen and Sally came by with Sally’s mother and since Lil thought there was material to spare if Sally didn’t mind a bit of sewing they might spare enough for a few dresses for Sally as well as Ellen.
Friday night Nelly decided she wanted a break so the four girls went for a stroll. As they entered the village pub the room fell silent. “Well we made an entrance girl that’s for sure!” Nelly walked across to the bar, “Four halves of whatever you’ve got and a pint for the gaffer in the corner making eyes at Em.” The landlord hesitated. Liz walked across to the old guy sitting with his sheep dog in the corner. “Will he take all day to serve you your pint?” He thumped his stuck on the floor “Sam hand my pint over to this nice young lady before I die of thirst.” Sam pulled Bill’s pint and having done part of the order thought he’d pull the rest. Well if she had money to spend he had room in his till.
The pub slowly came to life. At the back of the room a pair of dart players took their time and tossed their darts. Lil looked round to see a young lad sitting by himself looking longingly at the dart board. She slid over and sat next to him on the high backed bench by the fire. “What’s your name then?” She asked him “Arthur. Yours?” “I’m Lil. Do you play?” “Not well enough for here. No one will partner me for a start.” “Go and chalk your initials up on the board with an L as well.” “I can’t afford to buy a pint when I lose.” he said glumly “I’ll cover your losses.” “Why not. Yer on.” He chalked his initials with L on the end then returned back to the bench. “You’ll be them London seamstresses as everyone is talking about?” Lil grinned at him “How did you guess?” “Well you talk funny for a start and as for buying Bill a pint so you’d get served that was brilliant that was.”
Em sat at the domino table and asked to be dealt in. She soon got rid of her doubles and the ones with more dots on. Soon she managed to start blocking the other players by keeping track of their discards and knowing which dominoes had been played. Liz wondered over “Has she got yer beat yet?” “Hush I’m hoping to coax them into playing for money on the next hand.” Liz chortled “They’d be fools to play you for money.” “Is she any good then?” “Good her, she can remember every domino played and can work out the chances of what you have in your hand and if that doesn’t work she’ll lean forward to put herself on display to distract her opponents.” “What’s your claim to fame then?” “She’s really good with her tongue.” Chimed in Nelly. “Nelly we won’t go there if you please.” Nelly slid her hand up George’s thigh. “And what do you do when you’re not keeping my fingers warm?” George looked flustered and began to tell them far more about looking after sheep than any sane person might want to know. Liz was sat on his other side and took his hand in hers. “You’ve got some interesting lines on your hand. I can see you meeting a tall dark stranger.” “Make it a blonde this time Liz.” Said Nelly fluffing her hair up with one hand.
Lil and her partner stood up to take on the pair on the board. “We’re playing for pints just to let you know.” “Well if you insist.” remarked Lil. “301?” Lil nodded. The opposing team started and the first player threw a 1, 20 and a 5 but no double. Lil brought out her arrows and skilfully tossed the first into the double seven. “Sheer luck.” exclaimed their opponents. She threw two more darts getting them in the nineteen score zone, one was a triple. The opposing team finally managed to get a double eighteen with the third dart. “Arthur you need less effort to hit the bottom of the board so it is easier to control the dart. Just aim at the 19.” Arthur did as he was bid and managed a two 19s and a 7. The score gradually came down Arthur and Lil aimed at the bottom of the board whilst their opponents aimed at the top and the high scoring 20. Lil scored a double and a triple 19 with one in between. Arthur threw again and after the first two darts had hit the board Lil asked him to miss the board with his last dart leaving a score of 152. Their opponents managed to bring their score down to 160. “Two triples and double top and we’ve won.” One boasted. “Double the bet?” enquired Lil. “You stand no chance. Let the bet be doubled.” Lil threw two triple 19s followed by a double 19. “Bloody hell, sheer bloody luck.” “Bill can you manage to drink another couple of pints?” “Sam will add them to my slate love.” Lil and Arthur spent the night on the dart board seeing off all comers.
“I fear we’ve done for him Miss but you come and have a look.” Fanny led Maria back to Andrew’s bedroom. Three girls stood ringing their hands. “We didn’t mean no harm honest.” Well four young ladies at once, Andrew had overexerted himself. “Tidy the bedroom up so it doesn’t look quite so disreputable. Fanny send a groom for the doctor, tell him I think Andrew looks a bit bad. We’d best let the big house know so send the gardener over to the big house and let them know that we think Andrew has died. The rest of you after you’ve tided up in here put some more respectable clothes on and go down to the kitchen. I was the one who found him. You weren’t here when it happened got it?”.
Dudley gathered up his flock of seamstresses and carried them and many of the dresses they had created down to London. For their trip they elected to wear dresses they’d made up whilst rusticating to ensure better service, as they put it, on their travels. The first stop was the town house that Esther would be staying at to drop off the dresses. Fletcher met them at the front door. “You couldn’t be persuaded to stay for a meal could you?” The girls swept in and were escorted to the dining room. There was a knock on the front door once more and Charlie stood there. “Brought two friends along as you requested.” Fletcher led them in to the dining room and they took their places. “Balfour stand directly behind the guest! Green serve from the other side! Follett your guest hasn’t been offered any carrots, see to it man!” Fletcher ran his new staff through their paces. They were a bit unsure of themselves as yet but he’d have everything running smoothly yet. Having real people to serve helped the learning process. Below in the kitchens baking in the heat from the ovens Jean-Paul swore at his new kitchen staff as they neglected to precisely follow his every instruction. Two dishes of vegetables were ruined by the addition of salt but the chocolate cake was saved. Upstairs the girls drew their male partners out by asking them about themselves. Fletcher looked over benignly they were getting better. Not quite as he would have them but better than their first attempts. He spoke quietly to Dudley could he and the girls stay for a few days as guests so the staff could get a better understanding of what was required of them?
After dinner was served the group moved to the drawing room and Henry brought out a pack of cards and riffled them. “Fancy a game then?” “Oh not half I’ve always wanted to learn how to play cards.” announced Nelly.
Fletcher found some counters which he brought to the card table. “I would suggest since not everyone knows how to play you start with counters.” Nigel blinked “You mean rather than play for money? Can you play cards without money?” Liz sat in his lap and whispered in his ear. Nigel turned pink “You mean..” Liz kissed him on the lips and the rest of the sentence was lost. They started to play cards, three of the girls sat on laps and were instructed which cards to play, Em sat on Dudley’s lap and played a game of wiggling until she felt his hardness beneath her. Liz laid down an Ace, to which Nelly played another and called “Snap!” Thomas tried to explain that Snap was a different game to the one they were playing and she wasn’t to play any card until he’d agreed it. Nelly pouted and wrapped her arms round his neck. “I wonder what I can coax you to agree to?” She added provocatively.
The card game continued the next evening and Henry daringly suggested playing for money. “Well if you’re sure ducks?” Replied Em as she watched Henry split the pack then ruffle it together. “Penny a point.” He announced “Can’t we play for kisses instead?”. Nigel was the first to notice his pile of pennies had run out so he threw in an IOU. Lil looked at in askance “That’s not proper money that isn’t. Not like a penny coin.” Thomas reassured her that it was a promise to pay and was quite as acceptable as a coin. Thomas was down a little and lady luck must change shortly if they increased the stake when his luck changed he’d be in clover. Em let them win the occasional hand but she let Lil win more frequently.
“Swinton, Mr. Thrup’s man of business.” “Fletcher, butler, what can I do for you?” “Mr. Thrup’s daughter Ellen will be staying with you for the season I understand.” “I’d heard Esther was coming but not she would be accompanied.” “Esther, Ellen Thrup, Sally Bannerman and her mother who will be acting as chaperone to the three girls. Mr. Thrup’s a warm man and willing to meet any reasonable expenses, just forward them to me for payment.” “If Miss Ellen is an heiress then it might be better if she didn’t stand out too much otherwise the fortune hunters will be out in force.” “You know your business and I know mine but if there is a need and with three balls I’m sure a supply of quality champagne would not go amiss.” Fletcher nodded his agreement and mentally added more staff to his previous estimate.
Fletcher looked over his assembled staff “Our guests might not be the crème of society but you will treat them as such. If you have questions please ask them as you perform your duties. If they were proper guests you wouldn’t have the opportunity to ask questions or make mistakes. They’re here for three weeks so make them comfortable. You may experiment and not worry about the Earl’s wroth descending on you for serving tea in place of coffee.”
Esther was summoned to the Earl’s study. “Your great-uncle Andrew has died leaving you his estate and some shares. Unfortunately as far as I can see the shares have never paid a dividend so they’re probably invested in some crackpot scheme and are probably worthless. The estate is mortgaged up to the hilt and the steward admitted they hadn’t even got any wheat sown this year so I don’t know what he’s playing at. The steward has agreed to stay on and manage the estate until your trustees can see what can be salvaged if anything.” “My season?” “I understand your dresses have been made up so no use wasting them. I can see no reason why that can’t go ahead as planned. He was only your great-uncle after all so a day of mourning will be sufficient.” Esther took her leave and rode over to see Maria and tell her the news. “I’m sure it can’t be as bad as the earl made out.”
“I’m Fletcher, Miss Warren and on behave of the staff my I say we’re delighted to see family in residence. My instructions are to make your stay comfortable. Would you prefer a tour of the establishment first or after you’ve refreshed yourself.” Esther grinned at him “Tour first. Lead on Mcduff.” At Fletcher’s pained expression she relented “I know I misquoted slightly. Perhaps there will be time to visit the theatre and listen to the original whilst I’m here.” Sally’s mother trailed round and looked over the ballroom in awe. “So a ball would be fairly easy to arrange?” “I thought three balls, the first on the 18th, followed by one on the 25th, and the last on the 3rd.” Esther pulled a face “You mean we can’t choose our own dates?” “I consulted Lady Edgware and she suggested the dates and the order of family first, followed by Miss Sally and finally Miss Ellen.” “Why?” “The dates have been chosen not to conflict with other major balls and the order was chosen in order to make people comfortable with attending a ball here first before Miss Ellen’s.” “You mean her grandfather was in trade.” “Precisely, this way they will have a chance to meet her and see how charming she is gradually. I would highly recommend that Miss Ellen is always escorted by at least a maid and a footman.” “To avoid her being kidnapped?” “Precisely and it would help if both you and Miss Sally had the same protection.” “So Ellen doesn’t feel pressurised if either of us were snatched?” “I can see you’ve got us organised. When have you planned our first public appearance?” “Well if you’re available there should be three honourables with curricles to carry you through the grand parade at five o’clock.” Mrs. Bannerman blinked “How on earth did you manage that?”
“We have some new members of staff who have been in training. Master Dudley helped and volunteered the assistance of Lillian, Emily, Elizabeth and Penelope. So for the last three weeks they have been in residence here and they have been extremely helpful. Especially in the care of clothes. Jean-Paul has been trying out some new dishes and of course younger sons can be counted on when there is food involved. Some of the footmen and maids hadn’t been trained to serve correctly so with the four young ladies and four gentlemen to be served it meant our new staff could gain experience relativity quickly. The young gentlemen like nothing better than to gamble and after so initial reluctance Miss Emily and the others were shown how to play cards. Not for money you understand but for IOUs. Imaginary sums were staked and at one point all three young gentlemen were several hundred pounds up. “I bet that didn’t last long with Emily at the table. They still talk about her visit to the pub.” “You’re correct of course. Miss Emily sold the IOUs to me for ten pounds worth of shares each in the canal company saying she was certain she’d never be able to collect on them. In turn I requested Bolt to enquire politely when we could expect payment.” Bolt was rather imposing footman who grinned wickedly. “I offered to present them to their dads for payment unless they made themselves available as and when you require them.” “Those poor guys.” “I think not. They’ve learnt a valuable lesson about gambling, handing out IOUs and that card sharps can look innocent. I took the liberty of inviting them to dine here this evening so you could meet them first.”
Maria was delighted to find Em amongst the staff. “I arranged for Dudley and yourself to be tucked away on the second floor at the end of the corridor. Two rooms interconnected by a dressing room that contains my bed. Liz is here as well. Fletcher is paying well for lady’s maids so we thought we’d take a break from seam-stressing.”
Esther found Liz waiting upstairs to help her change. “Hello I thought you were a seamstress?” “Well I am but for the money that Fletcher was offering Em and I thought we could turn our hand to being lady’s maids. Hannah is better at hair than I am but I’m better at looking after clothes so between the three of us Fletcher thought we might manage.” “I’m delighted to see you. I was dreading having a strange maid to tell the truth.” The girls dressed for dinner and descended into the drawing room where the honourables were gathered. “Brought Horace along, hope you don’t mind but his mother had invited another pair of debutants to dine.” Henry realised he’d put his foot in it. Esther laughed at his embarrassment. Ellen smiled reassuringly at Horace who was turning pink. “Ambushed you have they with three debutants rather than the two your mother had planned.” “Yes they golly well have. It shouldn’t be allowed.” “Well come and dine with us at least. You have to eat somewhere after all.” “At least it isn’t with the sort of girl mother thinks I should marry.” Ellen wasn’t sure if she had been paid a compliment or insulted still she was a good hearted girl and gave him the benefit of the doubt. At least he was more interesting than the chinless wonders as Sally described the three honourables.
Esther glanced at Fletcher and caught a smug expression on his face as he took in the exchange.
Next morning Esther entered Fletcher's office. “Good morning Fletcher.” “What can I do for you Miss?” “I’m looking for a set of thumbscrews.” Fletcher grimaced “I’m not sure young ladies should be thinking about them.” “But how else am I to find out why were you looking smug when Horace and Ellen were talking yesterday?” “The weather is particularly mild today.” “Fletcher you won’t trying to change the subject would you?” “I think a walk in the garden might be in order.” They strolled down the garden together and Fletcher looked round before speaking. “Is it that hush hush?” “It isn’t for everyone’s ears. Treat what I tell you as confidential but there is no real reason why you shouldn’t know. Ellen and Horace’s fathers have already met and discussed marriage settlements but Ellen’s father doesn’t want her to feel pressured into marriage. It’s a good marriage from both sides. So his mother is lining up all sorts of unsuitable candidates for him. Empty headed for the most part apart from their fashion sense. Henry, Lady Crawford’s youngest son, was persuaded to invite Horace along last night.” “You mean Lady Crawford knows that Henry lost a fortune in IOUs?” “Twice the value of their estate, but she hasn’t said anything to him.” “But she’s grateful to Emily so helped organise the balls.” “Your father was quick on the uptake as well Miss.” “I miss him.” “As do we all.” “Is there anything else I should know? Have you found me a young man for example?” “I do have one in mind. In your case there are problems, Miss Ellen has a fortune that is known about. You aren’t an heiress but you do have funds available.” “I do?” “First your mother left you a sum of money as your dowry.” You mean I’m not a penniless orphan?” “Far from it.” He named a sum far greater than Esther was expecting, “And then of course there is your great-uncle’s fortune.” “But the earl said the shares were worthless since they had never paid a dividend and the estate was mortgaged to the hilt.” “My own modest funds are invested in his canal company and whilst they haven’t paid a dividend yet they are very profitable. The estate is mortgaged to the hilt but the money was used to buy land along the canal route. With the canal in place the land has doubled in value. At a guess you’re probably the richest person in the family.” “Which is why I have to take two staff with me whenever I go out and including Bolt whenever possible.” Fletcher smiled. “Now do you see why it is better to keep these things under wraps.” “Now tell me about my prince charming.”
“He’s tall, dark and handsome.” “But of course but why hasn’t he been snapped up already.” “He’s a third son, bit of a loner and lives a very secluded life. Unlike his brothers he decided against going to Harrow to learn Latin and thought since he would have to make his way in the world anon conformist school were more emphasis would be put on mathematics and physics might be more useful. However of course it means he hasn’t made the social contacts that he might have done if he’d gone to Harrow or Eton.” “And how pray do I meet this paragon?” “Through his sister.” “And I suppose I just bump into her in the street?” “Maisie will accompany you shopping to the Panteon Bazaar this afternoon. Her sister is Catherine’s maid.” “Who no doubt will arrange that Catherine will be shopping in the Bazaar this afternoon? But why would Catherine be interested in talking to me?” “Catherine’s plans for a ballroom have fallen through.” “And we have a ballroom?” Fletcher smiled benignly. “I’d better invite her to call then hadn’t I?” “As a first step it might be worthwhile.”
The Panteon Bazaar was unlike anything Esther had seen before. There was a very wide range of goods for sale and as she walked slowly through Bolt’s arms slowly grew laden with items that she couldn’t possibly live without. She was peering at yet another display when she heard Maisie’s cry of “Hello.” behind her as Maisie saw her sister and greeted her. A few moments later she was introduced to Catherine and they were having a discussion on how superior London shops were to anywhere else. “Of course it helps if you have a footman to carry all the packages.” Said Catherine with a twinkle in her eye. Esther turned and looked at Bolt. “You poor man we should get you in the carriage and return home.” She turned to Catherine “I know we haven’t been formally introduced but would you care to come back for afternoon tea. The carriage will have plenty of room if we have Bolt run behind.” There was a subdued growl from Bolt. Catherine turned to her maid. “Are they to be trusted?” “If I get to rest my weary feet I’d trust anyone at the moment. Maisie is my sister so yes she’s safe.”
Bolt scrambled up by the coachman and they returned to the house where Fletcher personally saw them served tea and cakes. “I could show you through the ground floor of the house?” Asked Esther hesitantly. “Why not.” Replied Catherine and together they strolled through the reception rooms and into the ballroom. “I’m jealous.” “Of the carpet?” “No the ballroom. My ball on the 10th of next month has been cancelled. The ballroom we were planning to use apparently someone else got there first.” “Fletcher are we using the ballroom on the 10th of next month?” “Not to the best of my knowledge.” “Who would I have to ask?” “A family member Miss and as Miss Esther is the only family member in residence so it would be she who would need to give permission.” “My first born?” “No but Dudley wrote to me and asked me to buy something to carry oil in and I know if I go by myself they’ll ignore what I say. So if you have a male relative who could escort me that would be payment enough.” “My brother Montagu will be here on the dot at ten tomorrow morning.” Catherine recklessly committed her brother.
“You can’t be serious?” “Oh but I am brother dear. It’s worth a pair of meniscus lenses.” “That’s bribery.” “For that I’ll expect you to be at three balls beforehand and to stand up with her for two dances at each.” “I’m to arrive at her home tomorrow morning whilst she goes shopping for what was it, an oil lamp?” “Something to do with oil anyway. Just say you’ll do it since she’s letting me borrow her ballroom for my ball.” “And you want to stay on her good side. I suppose you want me to offer for her as well so she can boast she’s had an offer during her season.” Catherine mulled for a moment “Well you could do worse.” “A third son with no prospects and barely enough allowance to keep me in scientific tools.” “But you don’t gamble well apart from the odd time when you needed a new set of scales.” “It was hardly gambling I knew the precise odds and they were in my favour. I suppose I’d better do it and keep you happy.”
That evening Nigel, Thomas, Henry and Horace arrived to dine. After dinner Horace asked did anyone want to play cards as he knew Henry enjoyed a game. “Not to be thought of.” Replied Thomas, “I’ve given them up for lent.” threw in Henry, “Too many card sharps around. We’ve all given up cards for money.” Ellen smiled at Horace and he drifted over to sit besides her. “I understand Esther’s maid and some of the seamstresses she worked with played cards with the three of them and they lost rather a large sum of money each. I could offer you a game of piquet?” They sat apart from the others had enjoyed their quiet game.
The next morning just before ten o’clock Montagu presented himself at the front door. Fletcher himself answered the door and glanced at his card. “If you’ll step this way sir you are expected.” Fletcher led him to the breakfast room where a repast sat on the side. “I can recommend the sausage. Maisie will be up directly with two fried eggs for you.” Esther discovered him sat scoffing his way through a large plate of fried eggs, sausage, kidney and other trimmings. “I thought it best if he was fortified before setting off shopping with you.” Remarked Fletcher. Maisie appeared with another two fried eggs and placed it in front of Esther whilst Fletcher carried dishes over to fill her plate.
Montagu finished off with toast and marmalade, once again brought up fresh from the kitchen by Maisie. “Not a bad bit of breakfast.” He announced “Now are we going to Oxford street to look for oil lamps?” “Not exactly, Dudley gave me the address but I’ve found in the past that some salesmen are reluctant to take me seriously hence your presence.” Fletcher announced the carriage was at the door and they set off with Bolt and Maisie sat in the rear facing seats. “I would have thought with your footman you’d have no problems at all.” “But I’m a mere servant sir, they’ll take no notice of me I assure you.” Montagu took in Bolt’s size and mentally thought there was no mere about him.
“This is a boatyard.” “Well done.” They entered and a worker came and addressed Montagu. “What can I do for you?” “I’d like to buy a pair of oil tankers for canal work.” The worker ignored Esther and questioned Montagu once more. “Sir?” “As the lady said we’d like to buy a pair of tankers.” “Yes sir what size?” “Sixty foot narrow boats.” “Sir?” Montagu grew exasperated “Just as the lady said and she speaks for the pair of us.” “Seventy foot is more usual.” “But not all canal locks can take a seventy foot narrow boat.” “A fourteen foot wide barge would be cheaper than two narrow boats and carry the same cargo.” “But it can’t go through a seven foot wide lock. Two narrow boats lashed together will fit through a wide lock.” “As you say miss, as you say.” They went into detail about how the narrow boats would be fitted out. Esther wanted a longer cabin than normal to give the boat man a little more cabin space than normal. Eventually the details were settled and a deposit requested. Esther wrote out a cheque and offered it but it was only when Montagu took the cheque from her and handed it to the worker that it was accepted.
“Was that normal?” asked Montagu. “You mean women are invisible?” “I suppose so.” “It’s not unknown.” “Now since it must be two hours since breakfast we’d better return home and I can feed you lunch.” “What a marvellous idea. Now then how did you get involved in canals?” “Oh easy my great-uncle Andrew’s steward wanted one and I got roped into the planning. He died and left me some shares but the problem at the moment is water in the top stretch. We’re getting more barges coming through than we expected so the top stretch needs more water.” “You mean each boat going through the locks lowers the water level in the top section just a little bit?” Esther smiled at him and they bounced ever more ridiculous ideas on how to get water in the top section although she thought the idea of an artificial lake to act as a reservoir above the level of the top section had merit. She scribbled a note to Dudley to see what he thought.
“So brother mine?” “So?” “What sort of oil lamp did you buy together?” “Oh it was a pair of boats she wanted.” “You mean boat shaped oil lamps for the mantelpiece?” “No bigger ones that float on a canal. Quite an interesting experience.” Catherine blinked, her brother thought being with Esther shopping was an interesting experience? Wisely she said nothing but this was a development that was worth watching.
“So how many acceptances?” “One tentative plus our three honourables.” “I wonder why?” “Well if your brother was known to be coming or Richard then the debs would flock to it and everyone else would follow.” “I’ll write to Richard.” Three days later she had a reply from Richard to say he would attend and did she mind him bringing a few friends? Once it was known Richard was attending the acceptances rolled in.
Catherine cornered Richard. “Tell me about her. Does she have money?” “Why?” “My younger brother might be interested.” “Sort of yes and no. Her great-uncle Andrew left her his estate but according to my father it’s mortgaged to the hilt and they haven’t got their wheat sown yet so it’s practically worthless. She was left some shares in a company that hasn’t paid a dividend yet but her mother did leave her something so she has some sort of dowry. Can’t be much though or mother would have her on the list of potentials for me to marry.” Catherine left deflated. After all you can’t live on love alone but you never know Montagu was clever he might be able to sort out the estate.
Horace decided it was time to assert his independence from the match making schemes of his mother in a very public way. He invited Ellen to an afternoon drive through the park. Fletcher supervised her choice of frock carefully. Something not too showy but elegant. Horace turned up in the family’s elegant and distinctive barouche. Ellen twirled her parasol as they drove though the park at the fashionable hour.
An oncoming carriage rolled to a stop and Horace’s driver halted as well so the occupants of the two carriages could converse. “Horace I do hope we’ll see you on Thursday at our little do.” Horace grimaced and took Ellen’s hand “I’m sure we’ll both be delighted to attend.” There was a pause in the conversation then the other carriage moved off. Ellen was surprised by the number of people that Horace seemed to know and by the careful way the coach driver only paused at some people and not others who hailed the coach. All in all she thoroughly enjoyed the ride and was busy recounting all the fashionables to Sally and Esther when Fletcher announced the Marchioness of Downshire.
Introductions were made and tea was served. Ellen noticed she was the same lady who had spoken to Horace about her little do. The Marchioness took note of the way that Ellen poured her tea. “How are you finding London so far?” She enquired “It seems extremely busy all the time. We haven’t attended our first ball yet but we’re planning on holding three ourselves shortly.” Esther quickly wrote out an invitation to the Marchioness for all four balls as Ellen spoke and handed them to her. “Catherine’s ball as well?” “She was very good to me and lent her brother Montagu to escort me shopping one day. So she’s borrowing our ballroom in return.” The Marchioness’s eyebrows rose. “Now you mention his name I seem to recall seeing you with him in a carriage chatting away. What on earth were you talking about to hold his attention.” Esther turned pink. “How to calculate the capacity of a wooden barrel.” she admitted reluctantly. “Yes that sounds exactly like Montagu.” “He’s even asked for two sets at the first ball including the supper dance then we can talk more as he puts it.” “That’s something you hadn’t mentioned before.” Remarked Sally. Esher tried to brush it off and the Marchioness laughed at her embarrassment. “I must be on my way but to repay you for this delightful entertainment and for the invitations to your balls I’ll leave you with the thought I’d be delighted to see you on Thursday.” She lifted out three cards and scribbled their names in before rising and taking her leave.
They were still talking about the fashions to be seen in the park when Sally’s mother returned. “Anything happened whilst I was out?” “Horace took Ellen to the fashionable parade.” “And the Marchioness of Downshire dropped by and invited us to her little do on Thursday. Are we free? I rather liked her.” “The Marchioness of Downshire are you sure?” “Oh yes the invitations are lying on the table.” Mrs. Bannerman gingerly picked them up and inspected them. “Almack’s.” She said reverently before sitting down carefully. “But how? We don’t move in those circles. Tell me every word she said.” “I think she stopped to remind Horace to attend in the park but he put his hand over mine and mentioned she’d see us both.” Then they recounted every word that had been said including the bit about the capacity of a barrel.
“I’ll never understand the patronesses. A penniless Irish poet is admitted, a Duke isn’t, still this is a definite boost.” “What is Almack’s?” “Well it started off as an ale house and developed from there. The part we’re interested in is restricted to those who gain vouchers from the patronesses. It holds 500 people comfortably so those with vouchers are restricted to 700 or 800 and to distinguish itself from normal balls it doesn’t serve the sort of refreshments that one might expect to find at a society ball.”
Catherine was surprised when the Marchioness of Downshire was announced. “Is your brother Montagu available?” “Yes I think he’s up in his room. Terrell can you fetch him down.” They spoke of inconsequential on-dits until Montagu descended. The Marchioness handed him a voucher for Almack’s. He looked at it “Why would I want a voucher for Almack’s?” He asked in amazement. “I thought you might like to lend your support to Esther when she goes.” He blinked for a moment. “I suppose I could.” He said hesitantly. The Marchioness handed a voucher to Catherine “You’d better remind him to come.” Then she took her leave leaving Catherine dumbfounded as Montagu disappeared back upstairs.
Fletcher opened the door to agitated Catherine. “Where’s Esther?” She demanded. “This way.” He led the way to the drawing room. “Esther, the Marchioness of Downshire has just called and left vouchers for Almack’s for both Montagu and myself. When Montagu asked why he’d want one she replied that he might want to support you. What’s happening? Mother has been angling for vouchers for absolute ages and had given up all hope. Now suddenly the family has two.”
Mrs. Bannerman replied telling the tale. “You mean I have Horace to thank for these?” “Probably but I’d resist the temptation to thank him. It’s not the sort of thing he’d feel comfortable being thanked for.” The four girls sat round and fell into a discussion about what they’d wear on Thursday evening.
Ellen looked up from her letter. “My parents have come down for my ball.” “Where are they staying?” “Some hotel or other but at least they’re here and mother can see me in all my finery.”
“Montagu, brother dear you’ve just danced a third set with Esther.” “Have I?” “We just got talking.” “You’d better propose in form to stop the tabbies from gossiping.” “Don’t worry you’d have to ask my guardian for permission and I’m not certain he’d find you acceptable.” “Who is he?” “Some London solicitor or other. He handles my allowance anyway.” “We’d best visit him later this morning then.”
Mr. Swinton greeted the pair of them as they entered his office. “Miss Warren to what do I owe the pleasure? And why did you not simply summon me. I would have been happy to attend you.” He glanced at the two of them holding hands nervously “I take it this is your young man who danced with you for three sets last night?” Esther nodded nervously. “How did you know?” “The servants gossip network is well informed. I was given the information with my breakfast this morning.” “Now then Montagu do you wish to request my permission to marry this young lady?” “Yes but I don’t really have sufficient income to support her.” “But my understanding is your prospects are excellent. A none conformist education in maths and physics just the thing to equip you with the knowledge to get through this modern life. I think neither of you could have chosen better. You realised that her great uncle left her his estate so provided you don’t mind living in the country you do have somewhere to live at least. We can go through the finances after the ceremony. Have you kissed him yet? Go on kiss him on the lips, the time to find out you can’t stand his kisses is before the ceremony not afterwards.” Esther tentatively kissed Montagu. There was a pause then Montagu kissed her back. The second kiss seemed to go on for quite some time. When they both came up for air the solicitor asked Esther “I take it his kisses are acceptable?” Esther blushed. “Now do you want a large wedding?” “Well as an orphan I don’t really have a lot of family to attend me.” “So a quiet wedding then. Ten o’clock tomorrow morning at the town house suit you both? Just leave it to me I’ll arrange it all.” “Banns?” Asked Esther hesitantly. “No need, I’ll arrange a special license and we’ll just announce it in the Times afterwards.”
They stepped up the steps to the house together. “That was unreal.” “We’ll find out tomorrow morning at ten though.” Sally looked at them inquisitively “So?” “We’re getting married tomorrow morning at ten here in the drawing room by special license. Any tea going?” Out in the hall Fletcher heard the bombshell. Right he’d need to get the staff organised. Jean-Paul would be the first on his list. Ellen cried out in delight “Oh wonderful. My parents will want to come.” Montagu approached Horace. “Would you be my best man?” Horace looked up from the sofa where he had been sitting next to Ellen. “Certainly, congratulations. Now I must fly things to do and people to see.” Horace scurried away leaving Ellen slightly bemused. Some how with the time they had been spending together she’d grown used to a slightly less hurried goodbye.
At ten minutes to ten Esther’s solicitor arrived with a curate who was to perform the marriage ceremony. Fletcher ushered them into the ballroom which the staff had transformed overnight. Montagu was there with his sister Catherine for support. Ellen’s parents were stood with Ellen to one side. Horace entered and spoke to Ellen’s father. “May I pay my addresses to Ellen?” “You may but I’m not certain she’ll have you. My Ellen can be a bit independent.” Horace turned to Ellen “Will you marry me?” Ellen hesitated replying for a moment thinking she might have misheard but then remembering he’d asked her father for permission to address her blurted out “Yes.” “Do you mind a small wedding?” “I’d prefer a small one but I’d like my parents to be present.” She looked at him “You haven’t?” Horace drew out a special license. “If Esther and Montagu don’t mind sharing?” Ellen kissed him lightly on the lips. “I’ll go and ask her.”
After the short private ceremony where Fletcher gave Esther away on her request Ellen’s mother turned to her husband. “I think it might be more tactful never to reveal our plans for the pair but we’d better let his parents know quietly what has happened.” He nodded and gave her a hug. “Somehow I don’t think they’ll mind too much. They got the bride they were hoping for but it was his choice as well.”
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Orphan - Regency, The - Karen Blayne