The Fitzwilliams: Book 2 - Getting to Know You
By George Park
Chapter 1 -- Dearly Beloved
No sooner had the final words been spoken by Reverend Southerland than Richard Fitzwilliam felt a strong sudden impulse to take his new bride into his arms and join his lips with hers in an impassioned display of his long held-in emotions of joy.
From the moment of that first meeting in Lord Cameron's library he had known that the lady that he now found in his arms and was now bound to for life was that person for which he had been longing for all of his life. Now, at long last, after the many months of separation caused by the war, he had gained that other half of himself that had been missing. Yes, here was that one woman who could fulfill all of his hopes and dreams. As he looked at her now he could only begin to realize that it was not her countenance alone that had attracted him....Yes, she was certainly a beautiful young lady, but there was something else about Violetta that was almost indefinable to him. Something in the way she carried herself,...the way that she would turn her hand,...just so. Her intelligence was easily discernible. There was a certain 'something' in the way she spoke....But just now, at this very moment, the one thing that he could see most clearly was the love for himself welling up from deep within her and bursting forth from her eyes.
"Richard," she whispered in his ear "I can not tell you how happy that you have made me this day. I love you so very much. You have truly made me the most joyous of women." Her face enlivened by the love she felt reflected the joy pouring forth from her very soul.
"Come, my wife," we must now take our leave. The guests are most anxious to greet us at the reception," he whispered back as they turned to face the congregation and then walked quickly down the aisle to exit the church.
Family and well wishers crowded the lawn outside the church as the happy couple mounted the open carriage that was to carry them back to Rosborough Manor for the wedding reception. The day was bright and sunny as Violetta and Richard took the short journey to the manor. Violetta was resplendent in her wedding gown and remained in it throughout the length of the party. She took great pride in introducing Richard to many of her friends. Richard also, had many life-long friends from both school and his time in the army who had traveled great distances to attend the wedding and wish the couple joy. All were happy that at long last the 'Colonel' had decided to 'take a wife and settle down.'
There were many wedding gifts of all manner presented to the young couple. Among them was the gift of a quartet of matched bay 'trotter' horses from Lord Cameron in honor of both his niece and the Colonel's long service in his regiments. The Darcys presented three gifts. One was for the couple -- a Gold tea service, each item engraved with their names and the whole on a gold platter engraved with a bed of roses. In commemoration of the day -- Elizabeth presented Violetta a single rose. The long stemmed rose being in full bloom had been dipped in gold and would retain its beauty for all time. While Darcy presented Richard with a new hunting rifle with a specially made stock of polished cherry wood.
Violetta's parents presented the couple with a specially built new barouche. The cushions and curtains having been fashioned from the finest of materials and created in Violetta's favorite colours. On the exterior of each door was emblazoned the Fitzwilliam family crest.
Throughout the long afternoon, as each new gift was presented or opened there was a constant stream of "Ooohs" and "Ahhhs" to be heard from all assembled.
As the afternoon sun began to sink lower on the horizon Richard at last determined that they could delay no longer. The journey to London, where they would spend the wedding night and honeymoon would need to be started before it became too late. Richard had taken an apartment there for the two weeks that the couple planned for their celebration. Thus the couple would be able to take in many of the sights and scenes of London, perhaps visit the palace, stroll along the Thames, and many other pleasures before heading on to Kent and Rosings.
Before leaving her husband to change, Violetta made sure that he was well in the custody of her father and Darcy. Both had expressed the desire to hear some of his discourse on the Battle of Vitoria beyond what had been in the papers. Darcy, especially, as military strategy had always been a favorite subject of his study, and having not been able to have 5 minutes alone with his cousin since his return from the Continent.
After she had left, Darcy turned to him, "And now, cousin. I have wanted to get you alone for two months now but never had the opportunity. You must tell me of Vitoria. Was it as exciting as they say? I have read everything in the papers...but surely there are many exciting other accounts to be had...Come now, tell me all..."
And so the trio were deeply engrossed in Richard's retelling of the victory and thus hardly noticed the full hour that sped by before Violetta reappeared at the head of the staircase, now dressed in a light pelisse especially designed for this day. It was not until Violetta's father issued a soft 'Uhh, humph," that Richard looked up and his eyes caught sight of the vision that now slowly and gracefully descended the stairs.
Thereafter, he had only eyes for her, leaving his tale not quite finished. Darcy would have loved to have the final bit completed but on observing the look on his cousin's face, realized that there would be no more talk of war on this day, at least not from his cousin. "Go to your wife, Richard...We will finish another time....But you must promise to complete that part about George Wickham. I still cannot believe that he turned out to be such a good leader of men...."
...But his listener neither heard nor saw aught else now but his beautiful bride.
Chapter 2 - Honeymoon
The two weeks in London passed quickly for the newlyweds. Hours passed like minutes, days seemed as only hours. Violetta's passions were so ignited by her husband that she feared the searing heat raging in her heart would consume them both in the fire. Her kisses were returned with an equal passion as love took full reign of their emotions.
By daylight they would stroll through the parks, arm-in-arm, enjoying each other's companionship. Sometimes speaking very little for long periods, or sitting quietly on a bench telling each other of their past lives. The sharing of stories of people they had known, tales of growing up; their thoughts of the period of their separation; their joy at now being one. There never seemed to be the want of a subject, not the want of a willing partner to listen enthralled by the sound of the others voice or story. Sometimes they would stroll along the bank of the Thames and watch the large and small boats as they plied their way along the river, or take delight in seeing other couples as they too shared their own intimate pleasures.
Richard would tell of growing up in town, his older brother, favorite plays and operas at the theatre, time spent with cousin Darcy at Pemberley and in town, his college days, and his years in the army. Violetta told of her schooling, friends, and learning to play the fortepiano, favorite teachers, and a cat she had for many years, her parents and other family, people she had known in Essex and in London.
Whenever the lovers were not speaking of the past they spent an equal amount of time making plans for their future. Richard told of his Aunt and Cousin and tried to convey his feelings of love for the person, but many regrets at her manner of condescension to all around her. How he wished to respect and honor her memory but reality now forced the need for the two of them to move on and make changes that would allow them to have their own home. A place to begin their lives anew and the sharing in the making of a better life for the two.
He discussed his Aunt's love of garrulously officious furniture and endless bric-a-brac that seemed to clutter the home with some rather odd decorations and mannerisms throughout. He had always felt that some of the items were very silly indeed, and had already given instructions for those items to be placed in storage. There were a number of rooms that he felt were in need of renovation and change, but had left the decisions as to specific style and form completely within Violetta's charge.
Although not explored fully during this period, the couple soon came to realize that they would need to make arrangements for the purchase of either a house or an apartment in London. Both received a great deal of enjoyment in the theatre and other facets of society and wished to continue to have the ready availability of those forms of social interaction. With his new station in life Richard would now no longer be forced to rely on the goodwill of his cousin, but could now afford to have his own box seats for the season at Covent Garden and other events. Hunsford, being a small village, would provide the comforts and separation the couple needed and desired, but had not the facilities for anything other than small gatherings.
The pleasures of their newfound companionship within the confines of marriage would not soon wear off the young couple, so equally matched were they in temperament and outlook. The joys of a their oneness found its expression, not only in their mutual passions at night, but through verbal intercourse by day. The old saying 'early to bed, early to rise', however could not be applied in this case. Richard soon learned that his habit of rising early each day began to wane a bit, when on several days he awoke to find it was well past noon before his eyelids first took in the light of day.
Each day bore new discoveries and delights that bode well for the two to have a long and happy future together. But all too soon the time had passed away and the morning light broke on the day of their departure for Kent and their new home. As Richard slipped his arm around her waist and gently nudged Violetta awake with a kiss behind her ear.
The night's slumber slowly slipped away from her eyes as her lips parted in a sweet greeting, "Good morning, my love."
"Good morning, precious. We will need to get an early start today. Rosings will be about a six-hour journey and we will have much to accomplish upon our arrival. The staff will be greeting us formally, as well as several of our tenants who work on our property. I have written and promised to meet with a few of them today regarding several matters of dispute left unresolved by Lady Catherine. Since we are to be the new residents and have as yet to select our rooms I have directed the staff to place my own bedroom suite in a suitable room, but I wanted to leave the final selection of choice until we could review them together tomorrow. All of the wedding gifts and presents will also have arrived and their utilization and locations will await your desires."
"I have directed that only the most essential items of clothing and personal needs be unpacked pending our arrival. The remainder will await your instructions, as well as we will both need to lay out our desires for the kitchen staff as none of them are familiar with our specific habits and likes for meals. I have been a guest at Rosings many times over the years, but Lady Catherine was always the hostess and thus directed the choice of meals. I must admit that her tastes in food were often as eccentric as her manners and her choices of spices and other ingredients often gave me an upset stomach, but I dared not complain, as she would have dismissed the cook. My own palate leans in other directions, and I am sure that you have your own favorite choices."
"You are so considerate, Richard. Yes, I do not wish to disrespect your Aunt, but it is time that we set our own styles. However, I know that the staff will be a bit concerned if we make too many changes too quickly. Let us resolve to work together and show concern and compassion. Most of them will have worked with your aunt for many years and some many even now afraid of losing their positions. What is your own opinion? You already know so many of them from your visits. I will respect your thoughts, of course."
"My thoughts, my precious love, are that if we do not flee the comfort of these warm covers and soft bed, that we shall never arrive to make any of our wishes known. What say you, let us arise and continue this along the way. The carriage should afford us ample privacy and time to resolve most of the really important issues, such as whether that horrid old 'ginger pot' that Lady Catherine kept on the table should be maintained in its present location, or now decorate our chest of drawers...."
His reward for this astute observation was a sound smack on the head with a well-aimed pillow. "Oh, and now I see how it is to be, my dear," returning the compliment with his own deftly aimed missile.
Chapter 3 -- Homecoming
The sun had passed about halfway down its afternoon path when the barouche carrying the new owners caught first sight of the spires of Rosings. As they neared the park, Richard had pointed out many familiar sights along the way that brought back fond memories of earlier days.
As they turned into the main entrance, Violetta gave a squeal of delight, "Oh Richard. From the many things that you had told me about this place I had rather imagined that I was not to like it at all, but it is all delightful. The grounds are well kept and the house itself has a grand and regal aura about it that reminds me of Dowlington Manor in Essex. I think that I shall like it very much and do not think that this will be as much an adjustment as you had said."
"Yes, Precious. The outside IS very striking, I quite agree. It is more of the inside that I was speaking of. And yes, the grounds are very well tended. Lady Catherine employed only the best gardeners and took great attention to the detail. I always enjoyed taking a tour of the grounds during my visits here."
The carriage, now having arrived in front of the main entrance, slowly rolled to a stop. The driver deftly swung down and brought the carriage step down as he opened the door for their exit. "Welcome home, sir,...ma'am," he gestured while bowing deeply.
Upon dismounting the carriage, Richard turned back to receive Violetta's hand as he assisted her first steps onto the place that was to be their new residence for life. The entry steps, so familiar to Richard, formed a pathway to adventure for Violetta. Suddenly remembering the last time that he had been there with his cousin Darcy he commented, "You know, it just occurred to me that the last time that I was here was when Darcy first proposed to Elizabeth and she rejected him."
"Oh Richard, she turned him down? You never told me of this. Your cousin and Elizabeth seem such a perfect couple and so in love. Elizabeth must be a very special lady indeed if your cousin continued to pursue her after a refusal. However came that to be?"
"That is a very long story, Violetta, and I shall be happy to relate it to you as it is a very romantic and funny story....But just now I believe that I have a duty to perform," so saying he turned and lifted her into his arms. "It is a long standing custom in my family that the husband always carries his bride across the entrance of their new home on their first arrival. And I am in no mind to break tradition," he completed as the door was opened from inside and revealed the line of staff inside.
"Welcome home Mr. and Mrs. Fitzwilliam," the group intoned in near unison.
Mrs. Watson, the housekeeper, stepped forward, "Welcome back Col..., I mean Mr. Fitzwilliam. Won't you please introduce us to your new bride?"
"With great pleasure," he smiled broadly as he lowered Violetta beside him. "Mrs. Watson and staff...This is your new Mistress and my beautiful bride Violetta Fitzwilliam. We are both very pleased to have arrived home at last."
Violetta then gracefully went up and down the line as each member introduced himself or herself and was greeted in turn. It was soon obvious that Violetta would have no trouble in dealing with them as they all seemed to take an instant like to her easy manners and pleasing style. Suddenly a small boy, aged about 7, broke free from behind one of the maids skirts and cried "You sure are pretty, ma'am. I like your hair. You're so much nicer than the old lady who was here before."
"Shush, child. Mind yer manners," the embarrassed maid cried rushing to grab her child. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Fitzwilliam, for my son's manners. He cried so this morning wanting to be here to greet you that I didn't have the heart to deny him."
"Don't be alarmed, dear. Your son is very sweet, and I am not upset or angry. Pray, may I have the pleasure of a more formal introduction," looking down at the young tot and smiling.
The maid, still a bit reluctant and embarrassed pushed her son forward a bit and straightened his hair. "This is my son, John, ma'am....John Evans," and then aside to her child "Now John, yer mind yer manners and show the Mrs. what I showed ya this morning."
With that the little boy performed a courteous bow with a sweep of his little hand, then glancing up at the pretty new Mistress flashed a winning smile that stretched nearly from ear to ear.
Violetta kneeled down and took his small hand in her own, "I am very pleased to meet you Master John Evans."
The boy, now totally unsure of what to do next paused a moment, then reached up and placed a kiss on Violetta's cheek, then in his tiny voice, "Welcome home, ma'am," before running back and disappearing behind his mothers skirt.
Richard leaned over and whispered in Violetta's ear, "Well, my precious, there's at least two men's hearts that you've won for life now, that's for sure." Then, turning to the staff, "And now, I should like to provide the new Mistress with a tour of the house. If you all could resume your normal duties, I am sure that it will help both Mrs. Fitzwilliam and myself to begin to become better acquainted no only with the services that you perform, but you can show us your own areas for which you are responsible."
The group then broke up dispersing to all areas of the home. As Richard escorted Violetta to the various rooms they were greeted individually by each staff worker who was pleased to point out various chambers and functions.
Next a short tour and some changes are recommended.
Chapter 4 -- Setting up House
Being a collection of various scenes.
The first impression received upon entering Rosings proper was that of unrestricted clutter. The old saying of 'everything having its place and everything in its place' was fulfilled here to the extreme.
Everywhere one could go was lined with an inordinate amount of bric-a-brac. Huge floor vases stuffed to overflowing with either flowers or feathers. Hallways within hallways of collections of this and that. Pictures and paintings of all manner covered the walls. Paintings of famous ancestors next to elegant landscape scenes from floor to ceiling throughout. Nothing was left of a plain or a solid color. A veritable riot of confusion assailed the eye. Clocks were everywhere that a shelf could be seen. To open a closet door was to risk injury from some trinket or plate falling out. If one desired something from within the closet, one had to unload the entire shelf to locate the item desired, usually located far to the rear. Many a kind word was said of the Fitzwilliams among the local poor and charities for the many donations that were soon made.
The Kitchen
One of the special areas of attention was the kitchen that was reviewed the first day of their arrival. Upon inspection it was revealed to be of quite adequate attributes. It was fitted out with the finest of Register stoves, located in front of the chimney. Not far away was stationed a wooden beehive chair, next to a long oak seat with back. The work area itself was centered with a large oak table. There was a huge rack stretching up and covering nearly half the ceiling extending beside the chimney containing several huge slabs of bacon, some mutton hams and two large cheese wheels. A Mrs. Hampton was the chief cook and was delighted that the couple would take the trouble to stop by and to express their desires. Violetta and Richard conversed a while on the various dishes that they enjoyed, and also on some that they did not. The smell of the supper permeated the room as they inquired as to the specifics for that evening.
Mrs. Hampton, while busily continuing her efforts, rattled off a selection of items that brought on a twinge of hunger to the new owners. Supper, it was finally resolved, would be served at 7 each evening. On this day it would comprise a sideboard of cold meats for show, with the main course being fresh Welsh rabbit smothered in rich onion gravy, various garden vegetables, stewed pippins and a mince pie. The wine would be a choice Madeira, but the with option of a smooth claret, should the Master or Mistress wish. Spices would be held to a minimum and Mrs. Hampton agreed to review the daily menus with Violetta until such time as she became familiar with their choices.
The Necessary Room
As they continued to explore the house, one thing became soon apparent to Violetta. This was the need for the renovation in a most particular area. Rosings, having been built around 1750, did not possess some of the more recent inventions, it still relying on an antiquated system for some of life's more basic necessities.
At one point as they toured the various rooms, Violetta paused and timidly at first queried, "Richard, I'm not sure if you are at all familiar with...ah...Sweetheart...Since you have be so much in the Army and are much used to outdoor conditions...Are you aware of the new water-closet invented by Joseph Bramah?"
"Yes, I have heard of it, and am aware that there are a number of places in London that have them installed," remembering that he had seen several in various halls where they had danced.
"Oh, Richard. It is much improved from what Rosings has and I should very much like to have a number of them installed to replace these old loos's. It will afford us running water throughout the house and we could even have our own separate bathrooms with running water and even showers within the bathtubs. I should like one put in that area we saw off of my dressing room," pointing to a large closet area.
"That is an excellent idea. I think that I should like that very much. I shall make arrangements for that to be completed as soon as may be." After having seen the somewhat disorganized manner of the staff, they no longer having Lady Catherine to direct them, he suddenly hit upon an idea. "But I also am beginning to see that we need to set up a little more formal arrangements with the staff. What think you of John Huey? I believe that he presents an impressive figure and seemed quite capable of handling the large staff that we have here. I should like to appoint him as House Steward, and give him the responsibilities of keeping things in good order as well as looking after the household. I believe that he would be just the one to handle most of the specifics regarding that and the other household accounts."
"Huey...? Wasn't he the tall gentleman in the short frock coat? Yes, yes. I quite agree. But I think that we should keep Mrs. Watson on as housekeeper. She seems to have done a wonderful job."
"Very well, Precious. What do you say that we review household staff tomorrow and set up some new duties and assignments for them so that they will know how they stand with us. Many of the staff I am already familiar with from previous visits. But we might even be able to take some direction there from Mr. Huey, if he accepts regarding specifics. I should also rather like to review pay. I am sure that Lady Catherine was as generous in that regard as she was in giving compliments to others on their abilities."
"A very good thought, Richard. I shall leave that to your best disgression."
Staffing issues
Since Lady Catherine had not had cause to employ a chief steward, having never been willing to trust the household accounts to other than herself, this would necessarily be the most important function among the staff to be filled. Mr. John Huey, had been in the employ of Rosings for about twelve years and had previously filled the function of 'Groom of the Chambers', being chiefly responsible for the care of the furniture, fires in the hall and parlour and attending in the hall whenever there was company.
"Mr. Huey," Richard began upon meeting with him in the library. "I know that you have served my late Aunt faithfully over the years. Mrs. Fitzwilliam and I will represent a major change in the way of life here at Rosings. I, myself, have some ideas for improving the property in regards to income and other matters and at times may be much away from home on business. There may also be times when there are many more visitors and businessmen to attend than Lady Catherine was wont to have. We shall also be accomplishing a number of renovations and changes that will require an increase in staff and other functions. Mrs. Fitzwilliam and I have been discussing the need to appoint a House Steward to take charge of that staff and to make sure that Rosings always presents that air of efficiency and comfort for the owners and guests that will reflect well on its name. Would you be interested in such a position for yourself?"
"You do me a great honor, sir. I have always been proud to work at Rosings. Your Aunt, God rest her soul, if I may be permitted to speak freely sir, did make us work very hard, but I always enjoyed working here at Rosings. It is a fine old building, and the rest of the staff is very agreeable. I believe that most all of the other servants respect me, sir, and I don't believe that I would encounter any difficulties in that area. Yes sir. I would be most interested in the position, sir," he concluded with a smile and a curt bow.
"Now," Richard continued. "The next thing, Mr. Huey, is to set your pay. I am aware, after reviewing the household accounts with my brother, that Lady Catherine was often a bit remiss in her manner of rewarding the staff. I believe that you are used to a regular pay of just under 65 pounds, is that not correct?"
'Yes, sir."
"And are you married, John?"
"Yes sir....Wife and two children, sir," with a smile.
"Well, John. In your new position I will expect you to present your best appearance and do your best to make sure that you represent a new Rosings. From today forward your pay will be established at 120 pounds per annum. You will be responsible for maintaining all the household accounts, ordering supplies, as well as attending to the rest of the staff's concerns. We will need to establish regular accounts with all of the various merchants in Hunsford, and you will be responsible for ensuring they are paid in a timely manner whenever I am absent from the home on business or other concerns. I will expect regular reports from you concerning any funds that you require or any problems that are encountered among the staff."
"I will do my best, sir," Mr. Huey responded.
"Now, sir, as your first charge, Mrs. Fitzwilliam has requested that we make some changes regarding the bathroom facilities. We will need to contract with several of the local master carpenters for the installation of as many as ten of the new 'water closet' facilities. We would like for them to be built into the Master bedroom, off of Mrs. Fitzwilliam's dressing room, in the guestrooms, off the kitchen and drawing room as well as several of the servant quarters areas. I will expect you to take charge of making sure that during the installation we are disturbed as little as can be until the work is completed. Mrs. Fitzwilliam and myself will be visiting in London on some business and I should very much like to schedule the installations in our own chambers to occur during our absence."
"Yes, Mr. Fitzwilliam. I thank you for your confidence in me. I will endeavor to serve you well. Now, if you will excuse me, sir. I believe that I now have a lot of work to accomplish. I will send a notice to town right away. I am familiar with a number of the local carpenters and already have some ideas on who might best perform the work for you, sir. I will advise you as soon as arrangements can be made for you to meet with them and discuss your plans. Thank you again, sir," so saying he scurried off to begin his new duties.
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Violetta, after meeting with Mrs. Watson, reconfirmed her in that position as Housekeeper. Lady Catherine had set her pay quite low at barely over 43 pounds per annum. As Mrs. Watson seemed quite good at her job, and as recognition of her position and responsibilities her pay was now set at 100 pounds, being second only to Mr. Huey, but she would be responsible to report directly to Violetta.
Similar changes were made throughout the home as the Fitzwilliams endeavored to establish a good household staff and bring their pay in line with what other estates were offering. The chief gardener was raised to 90 pounds and Paul, the valet's salary was continued at 60 pounds.
Some positions would have to be advertised as there being no existing staff to replace Mr. Huey as groom and the butler's responsibilities would be shared among several of the other servants until an experienced man could be located.
Part 2 -- The Dream
Reena arrived at Rosings the day after the Fitzwilliams, having come by special coach. The building and grounds were a pleasant surprise and she took a walk in the gardens on the first afternoon. She had heard little of the previous owners and took delight in finding a pathway that led away from the main building to a quiet alcove with a sitting area. Also she had brought along a small cocker spaniel, a gift from her friends at Rosborough Manor, which played happily at her feet. The trip had been long and she decided to turn in early that evening, as she was rather tired.
It was not long before she fell into a deep sleep. As she slept she began to dream. In her dream she saw a figure, as in a mist calling to her..."Reena..." while gesturing her to follow.
"Where are you," she cried out, unable to see the pathway.
"Reena..." the figure called again.
Reena was now afraid. The night was very dark, and there was no moon. A mist obscured the path in all directions. Turning her head she could see a bright light, as if from a brightly burning blaze. The fire seemed to beckon her with its warmth and light.
Reena turned and began to move toward the light, but as she moved the light seemed to move further away and its warmth became less satisfying. She felt a cold chill as a soft breeze flowed through her hair.
"Reena..." again that soft calling. She looked back; the figure was now only dimly visible in the mist. "Reena...Come...follow...."
The voice was not familiar to her, but seemed to offer a comforting support....But now was beginning to become lost as if from a far distance.
Reena turned again and looked back at the light of the fire...so warm, so safe...suddenly she turned and ran...away from the fire, away from the light. Terror filled her breast as she fled into the mist. "Where are you...?" she cried.
"I am here, Reena, come...this way."
Suddenly she heard a sound, almost like music, like a bell...or no...perhaps...yes, like an anvil. She now ran towards the sound. Almost instantly she found herself amidst a crowd of people, pushing and pulling her first one way, then another.
"Reena...come with me," the voice was heard again.
There, over there, she was now certain. There was a small building at the edge of the mist. Breaking free from the crowd she ran to the building. Inside she could see smoke billowing upwards from a large pit of coals and fire. A large blacksmith stood pounding on the anvil, striking a horseshoe that now glowed brightly from his efforts.
The man looked up from his work as Reena appeared in the doorway. He then turned and struck the anvil another hard blow, sending sparks flying in all directions. Suddenly Reena noticed that there was a woman sitting on a stool in the corner. She seemed almost familiar...almost like...why it was Reena's mother. Her small, lithe frame barely visible through the smoke. She beckoned but did not speak.
Reena again heard her name called, this time from behind, and more clearly. It was a man's voice,...kindly,...loving. She felt a hand gently touch her shoulder.
"Reena, come with me...."
She turned to see...
Sitting bolt upright in her bed, she suddenly felt a peace descend on her. Her heart no longer felt afraid. She felt a happiness and contentment. She lay back, slowly closed her eyes. She rested and dreamt no longer.
Next: Neighbors come calling
Chapter 5 -- Housewarming
You girls, keep away from Damon! The first time I saw him I felt as I had never felt before, It was, it was, I don't know how-- I sighed, trembled, and yet seemed to enjoy it; Believe me, he must be a magician!
C.F.Weisse
With the arrival of Rosings new owners, Hunsford's merchants and people seemed to come alive again from the sleepy little village of the past. Hardly a week went by without a visit from the Mistress to either the drapery or one of the three milliners. Mr. Fitzwilliam was often now seen at the tailors, Mr. Stinson's being one of his favorites, or at the haberdashers.
On Wednesdays and Saturdays it was not uncommon for them to arrive together with Mrs. Hampton to visit the market. While Mrs. Hampton was busy with the greengrocer or the fishmongers Richard and Violetta would stroll the surrounding streets meeting and greeting the townspeople.
The village of Hunsford had not known such excitement since the day that Lady Catherine had visited town to obtain some smelling salts for her daughter Anne from one of the local apothecaries. Some how the poor old gentleman had been distracted and not noticed when a small jar of pepper got tipped over and mixed a small amount in with his other powders causing poor Anne to have a bad fit of sneezing. The resulting brew-ha-ha had caused the village to be in a state of constant turmoil for nearly two months. Lady Catherine had sworn to never darken his door again, and to make sure that no one else did either. The poor man nearly lost his business before the matter had all settled down.
During the coming days all the better families of the area now came to call and pay their respects at Rosings. Many a warm welcome was extended, while arrangements for shooting parties for the men and t'te-a-t'tes were agreed on among the women. Among the families calling during the first weeks were those of the Wilsons, Townsleys and the Watts.
The Wilsons lived some two miles away at Westover manor along with their second son Robert, a young gentleman of 24, and daughters Mary, 21, and Susan, 18. An older son, Tom, was away in Yorkshire visiting friends. Mary and Susan being in London for the Season were not in the company. On the first visit only the parents, Mr. Daniel Wilson and his wife Carlotta along with son Robert were in attendance.
The Townsleys, a family of old tradition and bearing, having been closely acquainted with the late owner, Lady Catherine, possessed an air of style and manner representative of their situation. They brought along only their two eldest daughters, the situation being that the eldest, not being married, prevented the remaining four from being seen in any polite society. The oldest daughter, Esther age 27, being of a rather plain sort in appearance. Her most noticeable feature being her nose, about which many could detect that style of nose indicating a regalness of birth, while others simply thought it had more the appearance of a large beak. Next youngest was Mathilda age 24, being a bit more pleasant looking, but having that manner of air that informed those of lesser ranks to pay closer attention to their stations.
Esther Townsley had not long been within the doorway when she was heard to remark to her sister, "See, I told you so. These Fitzwilliams are not of the same sort of class as Lady Catherine. I find already they have made a great many changes that I should not care for. You see how they have had the furniture all moved around. Lady Catherine would never have allowed that cabinet to go over here, or look at that couch --- the placement so near to that chair. Absolutely unthinkable."
"Yes, yes Sister. I see what you are saying. The couch going that way is totally at odds with the chair."
It not being long before the two had determined that the Fitzwilliams would not hold much of interest for them and they saw no further need to call again.
The Watts, on the other hand, were a charming older couple who had lost their only son, James, in an engagement against the Americans while serving in Canada. Mr. Watts soon came to have a great respect for Richard and conversed much of how the army had been so successful in Spain and Portugal. While Mrs. Watts was entertained with Violetta with discussions of how the house was soon to be redecorated. Among the subjects covered by the two ladies as they strolled around the home were the rooms, several being of the Adam style, with semi-circular alcoves at one end and niches at intervals. It was generally agreed that these presented a pleasing appearance. The one thing noted by Mrs. Watts was that the carpets were beginning to take on a slightly worn appearance. She recommended some of the new styles by Axminster and Wilton that she was familiar with. Some of the furniture was also showing its age. Violetta offered some ideas that she had seen regarding several items of interest by the firm of Thomas Chippendales located on St. Martin's Lane in London.
Both Violetta and Mrs. Watts expressed some thoughts on the dining room areas. Among those items of interest to my reader might be a suggestion from Mrs. Watts regarding a walnut table built by George Hepplewhite. And so, the two ladies passed their time most constructively doing such things as ladies are wont to do when given the opportunity to rearrange a place.
The Wilsons were greeted by the new residents warmly and soon had become fast friends. Mr. Wilson took great pleasure in the hunt and it was not long before an outing had been set for some sport a few days hence. Richard was glad for the opportunity, for now he would get to try out the new rifle that Darcy had presented to him. While the host and guests were becoming better acquainted their son, Robert Davis, decided to catch some of the morning air.
"May I walk out, Father? I should very much like to take a stroll around the park. The grounds look so inviting. I shall not go far."
"Very good, son," Mr. Davis replied. "We shall send for you when we are ready."
Robert then walked out and was soon lost to sight of the drawing room amidst the shrubbery. He wandered back and forth for about a quarter-hour before he came across a small copse, set back along a sunken fence, with a small bench slightly hidden therein. As he neared the place he was suddenly startled to see seated thereon a young lady. Her features were of a foreign style --- tall, thin, and her skin possessed a slightly olive texture. She was wearing a light blue embroidered silk shantung with a long one button shaped blazer. Her long, jet-black hair had been let down to catch the morning breeze. She sat quietly, gazing into the distance and did not seem to have noticed his approach. At her feet played a small cocker spaniel dog.
"Ah-hem," Robert gently coughed, not wishing to overly surprise the young lady. "Hello. My name is Robert Martin...," with a low bow. "I am just here with my parents paying a call on the Fitzwilliams this morning. Please forgive my interruption. You seemed so deep in thought."
Reena, at first startled by the unexpected appearance of the young man, rose quickly, "Good morning, sir....My name is Reena, sir....Reena Bhalerao. I was just enjoying the morning air, sir."
"Yes, Reena...What a beautiful name," as he lifted her hand to his lips and placed a kiss thereon. "I am very pleased to meet you."
"Thank you, sir," she blushed.
"...And it is a beautiful day." Robert observed. "The warm sun and cool morning breeze feel wonderful. I have not been to Rosings before, I am sad to say. The walkways and paths seem so well designed."
" Yes, I have not been long here myself, sir. But I have found that I enjoy sitting here in this place quite often. It is so peaceful and provides a quiet place to sit and enjoy the beauties of nature and to hear the birds singing their morning songs so cheerfully....See, there is the beautiful sound of a warbler as it calls to its mate."
"Yes, I, too, often enjoy peaceful walks in the country, and to hear the birds sing and the quiet sounds of the park."
The two were soon lost in conversation of the various delights of the outdoors and passed a pleasant time together. Robert fully enjoying the pleasant and enjoyable company of the young lady, his mind, and very often his eyes, occupied in the study of more than the delightful shrubbery, trees and birds.
I looked at him, I became hot, Now I blushed, now I turned pale, At last he took me by the hand--- Who can tell what I experienced then? I saw, I heard nothing, Spoke nothing but yes and no. Believe me, he must be a magician!
C.F. Weisse
Next: A pretty lady asks some questions.
Chapter 6 -- Reena
He led me into these bushes. I wanted to run away and I followed him at once; He sat down, I sat down, He spoke. I only stammered syllables; He fixed me with his eyes, mine became small; Believe me, he must be a magician!
C. F. Weisse
Later that day
Reena, having lost her parents when she was still young, had always looked on the Rosborough family with great respect. After her parents death she had been brought back to England and been raised, almost as a member of the family.
Being barely two years older than Violetta, the two had soon become fast friends. Over the years they had shared many a secret with each other as Reena would brush Violetta's hair or help her with a new dress. And, if truth be told, Violetta would often return the favor as they would talk.
That afternoon, as Violetta was relaxing on the Veranda's swing, Reena approached her. "Viola...," she spoke, using the familiar name that she had long ago adopted for her mistress. "May I speak with you?"
"Why...Yes, Reena. How are you today?" She replied looking up from her sewing.
"Oh, I am fine, Viola....it's just...Oh! Never mind. I shouldn't have spoken. Please..., forgive me." She turned to leave.
"Oh come, Reena," gesturing for Reena to remain, now setting her sewing aside. "It surely must be Something. What is troubling you? May I not help?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Really, just a silly question....about men..., really silly, nothing at all," her countenance now reflecting the confusion that she felt inside.
"Come, please. Wont you confide in me, Reena. I do agree that most men can be 'silly' at times...but I'm not sure that that was exactly what you had in mind to describe. Am I correct," she queried with a helpful smile.
"Well, ah..., yes, Viola. It's just that it's so hard for me to put into words." Reena's face twisted into a pout.
Viola attempted to encourage her again. "Now I think that I'm beginning to comprehend.. Exactly what is it about men you wish to inquire. I'm not really all that much of an expert but I promise to offer what help that I can, as I have learned a lot during the last few months."
"Viola," Reena began "how can you tell if a man is 'really' interested in you?"
The question now fully revealing the direction of Reena's thoughts, Violetta paused for a moment and then replied, "In my own case, Mr. Fitzwilliam was quite direct. On our first meeting we spoke only briefly, but I felt that I received a favorable impression of him. Then, on subsequent meetings he was so charming that when I compared him with all of the other men that I had known I could see a certain regard in his manner. His words were spoken in such a manner that, even when we were in the company of others, they seemed directed only for my ears. His eyes seemed to seek me out and whenever our eyes would meet they sent a thrill through my heart....I'm not sure if this has been truly helpful, but I do not know how else I might describe it."
Reena watched Violetta's face during this exchange and could see the love of her husband radiating forth. She countered "Yes,...I think that I see. I don't have much experience with men...," she paused hesitatingly, as if afraid to continue on. "...And what if..., what if the man, that is, what if his parents might object, Viola?...What then?...How would one know how to resolve their objections?"
"Oh, Reena. These are serious questions indeed. I hardly know how to answer. My own parents had met and were agreeable with Richard prior to his proposal to me. But, if it is of any comfort, I can think of very few reasons why any young man's parents could object to you. Do you know for sure that such is the case?" Violetta replied empathetically, wishing somehow to think of words that might comfort or answer such a query. Her experiences had not provided Violetta with any wealth of knowledge on such an issue that she could draw on to give.
"Well -- I do not know for certain. But I am, of course, of foreign birth and there may be some thought of this on their part," Reena responded timidly.
Violetta attempted to question Reena delicately trying to discover the identity of the 'mystery man' that seemed to have entered her maid's life to no avail, hoping that would give her some answer to the questions posed. "If I may be so bold..., may I inquire..., do I know the gentleman of whom you speak?"
Oh, yes, Viola....But pray..., do not make me speak his name, I beg of you," Reena's eyes pleaded her case.
"Very well, then, Reena. But not knowing who the man may be does hinder my ability to clearly reason any helpful solution for you."
"Yes, Viola, I know," she continued hesitatingly, as if unsure of whether she could reveal all, fearing that it might somehow be soon transmitted back to Robert's parents. "But I must not,...I can not...! Perhaps I should just take a stroll around the park. Maybe it will help to clear my thoughts."
"That is a very good thought," Violetta encouraged. "Often, when Richard and I have a problem to resolve, we stroll out together and talk it out between ourselves. The gardens and walkways seem to offer the pleasing sights and smells that help to clear the mind, and bring solutions to mind."
Violetta gazed thoughtfully after Reena as she walked slowly, then disappeared along the walkway to the east side of Rosings. Then, trying to clear her own thoughts "But I just wish that I knew whom she can be speaking of. I had not noticed Reena with any other man before. Can it be one of the other servants," she mulled ticking them off one by one in her mind. "Well, there's Paul, the Valet....But surely not. No. He is far too old. Well, perhaps it is David, the Underbutler....Well, now maybe....He's about the right age, but wasn't he engaged to a young girl from Hunsford, what was her name?...Oh yes, Molly Perkins. Why,...yes, that has to be it. Reena is in love with David. Didn't she mention that the gentleman might be involved with another lady? Her thoughts soon trailed off. No! It couldn't be David. He just didn't seem the type....But who?"
"No, I shall not presume. I shall resolve to be more attentive after today and see of I might observe Reena closely and discover who the young man might be." Rising quickly with one last look towards the path where Reena had last been seen, Violetta turned and returned to the house.
He pressed me passionately to his heart, What a feeling! What sweet pain! I sobbed, I breathed very hard, Then, fortunately, my mother came. Ye Gods, what would otherwise have become of me From so much magic!
C.F. Weisse
Sometimes when two people, one being a young man and the other a young woman, come together at a certain time in their lives very often things happen. Feelings sometimes give way to passions; passions give rise to an ardor that draws the two closer and closer together. Mutual pledges are exchanged. Hearts are bonded together, and the fires of that first love burn ever stronger within the breasts of those caught within its borders. Hand within hand; arms entertwined; two lips joined together....
Part 2
Robert's father, Daniel Wilson, was an easy going man, but firmly resolute in his beliefs. He had inherited his holdings from his father before him and believed in no intermixing of the classes or races. His marriage to Carlotta, though arranged by his parents, had turned out well. Over time he had come to love Carlotta dearly, and she had returned his love along with four children and a pleasant home life.
Mrs. Wilson, coming from a family of some means, had brought a dowry of 14,000 pounds to the marriage. Among her favorite activities had been a close involvement with members of her church community and she prided herself on her beliefs of charity and understanding. She devoted much of her time to visiting the less well off families of the area and offering what assistance that she could.
Tom, the eldest son, was of a gregarious nature, eager to meet and be friends with everyone. He had had several romantic interests over the years, but now, as he approached age twenty-eight, he had yet to meet anyone of a particular interest who inspired in him the desire of a more permanent liaison.
It was to Tom that Robert first revealed his growing affections for Reena. In a letter to Tom, Robert had mentioned Reena without too many specifics as to her background or status. Only that he felt that he had found someone who exactly matched his temperament. Tom was overjoyed, at first, to receive the news and wrote back immediately for more particulars of the young lady.
Robert, in his second letter obliged his brother and revealed that he had met the young lady while visiting at Rosings, and even now he met with her on a regular basis -- even taking her on outings to Hunsford on an often daily routine. He had yet to introduce Reena to their parents, but felt that it would not be long before such would occur.
Next: You missed a spot!
Chapter 7 - A Not So Close Shave
"Good morning, Precious,' a soft voice slowly nudged Violetta from her slumber. "It is such a fine day. Do you not hear the lark outside our window, dearest? She bids you rise and welcome the morning sun."
"Oh, Richard....Can there be any woman as lucky as I? Each day to be welcomed awake in such a manner?" Reaching over to where her husband stood leaning against the bed, she gently touched his hand in invitation. "Will you not sit with me for a time? You always seem so busy these days, what with all of the solicitors and businessmen constantly calling. I hardly know when I can get a minute alone with my own dearest friend and husband during the day. And, pray tell who was that funny old fat gentleman with whom you were meeting so long yesterday?...But then, I do admit, he had the jolliest laugh. What can you have been doing for so long in the library with him?"
"Oh, him. Why - that was old Roger Aswell....But as for the rest...Well that I can not tell you, my dear. It is a secret, but then one that may please you when you learn of it," he said teasingly.
"Oh,...If it is to be a secret then," her lip curling downward in the most appealing manner "well...I shall certainly not ask you to tell me. But you know that I shall pout here in my room all day until I find it out. You know that I can not bear a secret. Come now, sweetheart...not even one tiny little hint?"
If there was one thing that Richard Fitzwilliam had learned of his wife during their first blissful months of marriage, it was that she was not to be put off once having set her mind on a matter. And there was nothing that he loved more than to please his dear wife. Each day since their wedding had brought them to a closer and more intimate relationship.
"Come now, Richard. I must hold you close. It has been so long since I last held you. Will you not come back to bed and rest awhile?"
"My love...it has been all of only eight hours since our last embrace. And I do believe that in the interim you were in the land of dreams. You have the most pleasing of looks on your face as you slumber," he replied, now taking his place beside her on the side of the bed, then leaning over and kissing her deeply.
The touch of his lips, the smell of his skin, the sharp and musty fragrance of the sandalwood from his morning shave brought back a memory to her mind from a few days before. The fragrance reminded her of first experience at helping her husband shave one morning. His valet had prepared his face so carefully and wrapped it in a hot towel. She had slipped into the room very quietly and the she had motioned the poor startled valet to one side motioning him to remain silent. Stropping the razor against the leather strap she tried to let not a clue befall her unsuspecting patient of his imminent danger. Taking the brush and dipping it into the soap she lathered his face, as she had seen the valet do on several occasions. Richard sat relaxed in the chair his eyes closed, seemingly dreaming of a different place and time as the towel was slowly removed and the soapish lather applied.
As she lifted the blade and prepared the first stoke, she heard a gentle 'a-hem' from the valet behind her. Casting a quick glance she could see the valet now use his hands to motion how she should proceed. Slowly, carefully,...down, then across. Touching his chin gently to indicate that he should lift his head a bit to stretch the skin on his neck to provide a clear shaving area, his eyes remained closed as he breathed softly. She was so very afraid that she would cut him with the sharp blade of the razor that she had hardly cut any of his nightly beard and left a lot of stubble on his chin. Having completed her efforts, she stood back a moment to survey the results. "Not too bad, but I'm afraid I missed more than a few spots here and there," thinking to herself. "...But it will have to do," she thought with a pout. His face still had more than its fair share of lather remaining in the many spots that she been afraid to attempt. Slowly, gently she leaned over his face and placed her lips on his in a tender embrace. "Good Morning, dearest,...and how do you like your shave this morning?"
Richard opened his eyes in surprise, then lifted his hand to his face and stroked his chin. He was somewhat surprised to find so many places had been missed. Turning to the valet he cast a questioning glance.
Paul twisted his face and pointed as Violetta as he signaled that he was innocent of the whole affair. "Sir, am I given to understand that I have been replaced in my duties?"
"Well, Paul...I do admit that I did detect a somewhat more gentle touch of the blade than is your usual style....But I am afraid that my new barber will be in need of a lot more training in this art than she has had in the past. Do you think that you will have any time for an apprentice to assist you?"
Paul, getting into the spirit of the morning, replied "Well, sir. I did have some thoughts of that recently. But I must warn the young lady that the pay is quite low, and the men grumble a bit when you do not get their hair displayed to their liking. Seems they have many young ladies to impress with their coiffure. As for myself," with a twinkle in his eye as he pointed to his very much balding dome, "...well, I only have the memories of those days when there was more hair on the top of my head than on my chin."
They all had a good laugh over this while Paul 'assisted' his apprentice in correctly completing the job that she had started earlier.
"Oh, Paul. You are such a good man. I do not mean to replace you. It is just that I had no brothers when I was young and the mysteries of shaving have always intrigued me so much. As I watched you perform you duty each morning I thought that it looked so easy that surely I could do it just once. I thank you for obliging me this day, but I believe that the task is more suited to one who is familiar with the proper means of its accomplishment. You are very good at what you do and I, for one, would wish you to continue as before."
"Thank you, ma'am," the valet replied as he bowed in acknowledgement of her compliment. "But now I must attend to the bath. Sir, I believe that your bath should be hot and ready for you in about 10 minutes. If I may be excused," looking first at his master, then Violetta he was pleased to see the smile on her face. The message in her eyes told him that he would be most fortunate in his pay this month if the young lady had anything to do with it, and he knew that she did.
Suddenly her reverie was broken, "Violetta, what are you thinking of? Your thoughts just now, where have they taken you? You seemed so far away," Richard queried as he gazed tenderly into her eyes.
"I was thinking of another time, not long past, when I had helped a certain man with his shaving chore, and what a poor job I did of it. I am most happy that Paul has decided to continue in his efforts. Your face is so much smoother than when I completed the task."
"And the young man...? Was he pleased with your effort? Did you receive any token of his regard for your trouble?"
"Oh, Pooh, you silly man." Violetta blushed as she thought again of that day and her pleasant surprise as her husband had lifted her up and carried her to his bath where they had spent a rather inordinate time splashing away in their new water closet with the shower running and getting soap in each others eyes. "But then, if the young man has a mind to offer more rewards," she whispered demurely, "I might be found to be in an obliging mood," she teased.
Reaching his hand up to her face and stroking her chin, he mused momentarily tempted by the thought, but then reflecting that he was at any moment expecting the arrival of his steward for the completion of the surprise for his beloved wife, "Yes, my only love. But I am afraid that Mr. Crane will be here at any moment now, and he will bring with him the news regarding my secret. If I have been successful, all will be revealed this very day."
"Very well, then. If it must be that way then so be it. But I must warn you, now dear husband. I must come to the bottom of this today....Or I shall certainly find some means of finagling it out of you before we close our eyes tonight."
The look in her eyes told him that it was true. He could not much longer conceal the joyous news of the project that he had been working on for nearly three months. "I shall hope that your patience will be rewarded soon, my lady. If things go as I have wished, you shall know all before the morning has passed. More than that, you must not ask."
Drawing him near, Violetta kissed his cheek tenderly. "My love, I shall be patient....Now, let me get dressed for the day. I shall ring down for Reena and attend you shortly in the dining room." She then rose and prepared for her morning toilette after Richard had given her a final embrace and departed to attend his business.
Next: A small spider spins away.
Chapter 8 - A Tangled Web
Part 1
Deceived by outward appearances Many think her pure as an angel. The world likes to be deceived, So it is deceived.
C.F. Weisse
Shortly after the ringing of the chamber bell from her mistress, Reena was headed up the stairway towards Violetta's dressing area. As she mounted the top of the stairway and crossed the landing she encountered the master as he descended for his morning meeting.
"Good morning Reena," he greeted her with a smile.
"Good morning, sir. And how is Mrs. Fitzwilliam this morning?" she queried.
"Very well, Reena," pausing momentarily. "She is awaiting you just now. But if you don't mind, would it be possible for you to meet with me sometime later this morning? It is just that our first anniversary will be in several months and I wanted to make some special plans for a surprise party or ball. I would like to invite some of her friends from Essex. I was hoping that you could assist in that effort, since I am not knowledgeable in that area. I should very much like to keep it a secret from her, so please do not mention it to her," with a look of pleading in his eyes that she could hardly refuse. "Since it is to be a surprise event, it will involve a lot of extra planning and I want to get started on it as soon as may be."
"Oh yes. That would truly be exciting. I know that her parents would always celebrate her birthday, but to my knowledge, she has never had a 'surprise' party, since the arrangements were always known well in advance. I am sure that she would be pleased. You have my promise, sir. I shall help you in any way that I can," she consented with a smile, and then quickly hurried off to assist her mistress.
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Later that same morning as Violetta was coming down from her room she happened to notice Reena exiting from the library and she had a strange smile on her face. "That is odd," she thought at the time but shortly dismissed the thought from her mind. Continuing on into the library she found Richard sitting at his desk. At the sound of her entrance she noticed that he quickly slid some papers from sight into a drawer. "...And what is my husband up to so secretly this morning?"
"Oh, nothing,...nothing at all. How did you enjoy your walk in the garden, dear? Are the gladiolas in full bloom yet," he expressed with a strange look on his face, as if he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't.
"Why yes. They are very pretty today. Oh, I saw Reena just leaving. Was she looking for me?"
"Reena?....er, no. I don't remember seeing her, my dear. You say that she was just here....Perhaps she just came to the door and observed that you were not here and then left," he offered lamely.
"Yes, perhaps you are right. I will check with her then later."
"Oh, no. That won't be necessary. Er...I'm sure that if she wishes to see you, she will return later," he continued, desperately trying to think of some way to distract Violetta from discovering his secret.
"Well, perhaps you are right. It was probably nothing of importance," she concluded, but thought to herself, "This is most strange -- I see my chambermaid coming from the library where my husband is, but he denies knowing of it, and hides some papers from me. I wonder what can be the reason for this. After searching her mind for any clues she finally discarded the notion as perhaps she was seeing more here than really existed. Perhaps it was just as Richard had said. "...Well, I shall just put it out of my mind. Richard loves only me. There can be nothing here." But still that nagging question in her mind returned from time to time.
Part 2
Reena, having completed relaying to Mr. Fitzwilliam a list of the many people whom she was certain that her Mistress would enjoy seeing at her birthday event, quickly hurried from the library. Her thoughts were now turned to the one who awaited her at the end of the pathway, not far from the parsonage. Her duties now done, she would have several free hours to enjoy his company. To stroll the quiet lanes around the park undisturbed with her new friend. The smile on her face reflected the love that was beginning to blossom in her heart. She did not see Mrs. Fitzwilliam's strange look at her as she passed below.
Down yonder green valley Where streams that meander When twilight is fading I pensively roam.
Or at the bright noontide In solitude wander Amid the dark shade Of the lonely ashgrove.
'Twas there while the blackbird was cheerfully singing I first met that dear one The joy of my heart.
Around us broke gladness The bluebells were ringing. --and then little throat tile how soon we should part.
Elizabeth's song From P&P1
Next: The Ghost of Christmas Past? (Boo!).
Chapter 9 -- Ghost Story
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud, Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. Shakespeare
Later that Same Day
"Violetta. What do you say? Should you not like to go for a carriage ride? I have something that I very much wish to show you."
It was not long after Violetta and Richard were enjoying a pleasant carriage ride around the park when she noticed what appeared to be another large estate and a very large and dignified old building on the properties to the west and adjacent to Rosings. "What is that place, dearest? Do we have other neighbors so close and you have not introduced me to them as yet?" she queried.
"Oh, that place...Why that is Southington Estate, Violetta. I am sorry that I did not mention it before," he said rather nonchalantly.
This matter of fact way that he said it and the name suddenly brought back a memory from before their marriage. "Richard..., you don't mean "THE Southington!?" The one that my father mentioned to me before we were married?...Oh how can you not have mentioned this before? And is there a family who lives there now? Oh, we must go and visit as soon as may be," her questions seemed to suddenly burst forth in an unending stream that startled her husband.
"Sweetheart," she continued "don't you remember that time before we were married and father had heard about the Southington Estate and I wrote to you and you turned down the opportunity. Now that we are settled here at Rosings Park and I have found that Southington is the estate adjacent to this property, I have a curiosity to know why it was that you did not wish to purchase or take advantage of that. You said that you would explain it to me one day, but I don't remember you ever mentioning it again. And what has this to do with your secret?"
The first responses reflected on his countenance were not those that Violetta had expected. At first it was a pained expression then that transformed in the most exasperated expression that she could ever remember seeing.
"Violetta,...well..., er..., aaah...," he stammered.
"Richard, I do not understand you. Whatever is the matter with you? You must tell me this very minute. You are acting most strangely. I must know what is going on. Please tell me," setting her jaw in a determined manner.
Finally regaining control of his tongue and struggling to organize his thoughts, "Violetta,...do you, ..do you believe in ghosts?"
"Richard, whatever can you be talking of? What has that to do with anything? Please tell me of Southington....And don't try to change the subject like that," she cried, getting rather frustrated at the somewhat reticent manner of her husband.
"Violetta, please. This does relate to Southington and also to my secret. Do you believe in ghosts?" he again queried.
"Well, I have not previously given it a lot of attention. I am familiar with some of the fairy tales and such of old times, but ghosts?...real ghosts? No, I really can't say that I do. Why?" her interest was now piqued.
"Violetta..." he began. "...No,...let us first stop here under this shade tree and rest and I will tell you of Southington. There is a nice place to sit and rest there under that oak." Richard pulled the phaeton up near the tree, and after helping Violetta down, he tied the reins of the horse to a low hanging branch.
After seating himself beside her he paused a moment, then pointing at the distant home he began his tale. "The home that you see there, now named Southington, was many years ago the showpiece home in this area. You see it there nestled amidst towering oak trees, looking like some magic place out of a story, however, I must tell you that I believe that it is haunted. The reason that no one in this area had wanted to purchase the place and that there were advertisements sent so far away as your father, was in an attempt to locate someone who was not familiar with this place and perhaps find a buyer. Since I knew of this place from my many visits to Rosings over the years and your Father did not, I knew that this would not be the place for us. It was rather awkward to have Southington mentioned in your letter, and I was not sure as to how I could explain something like this to you in a letter. You would have surely thought that I had lost my mind."
"Let me start at the beginning. Few people know of this phenomenon that are not from this area because most do not wish to talk about it. Some won't talk out of fear, others are afraid they will be called fools if they told what they have seen and heard when no one else was around. But of those who know the house well, as I do, none doubt that there IS something inexplicably strange about it. Too many people have experienced similar eerie phenomena within its walls for more than a century and a half."
"Oh, Richard. This is all so exciting. Please, you Must tell me all," Violetta cried expectantly.
"Very well, then....I believe that the house was built around 1650. Its first owner, Sir John Nelson was, in his day, the most distinguished lawyer of the area. He had once served as a clerk in the Parliament and then later became an MP in his own right, and still later being knighted by the King. After his death, the house was willed to his wife and son, who were the one who gave the house its present name. Both died under mysterious circumstances about five years later, and the house was sold out of the Nelson family. The house then passed through a number of different owners, and at the same time began to gain notoriety as a residence of sadness and tragedy. Many people met strange and untimely deaths there over the years. One of the Simpson family children, for example, when he fell from that tree over there in the yard and was killed. Several other children died in the house. There have been at least two suicides there. It is known that one gentleman shot himself in front of the fireplace in the drawing room. Two brothers are reported to have gotten into a violent struggle in the oak paneled room, leading to lasting bitterness and suffering."
"Oh, Richard. You are frightening me. This truly does not sound like a place that I would want to live in. I am now truly glad that you turned down the offer."
"But there is more, Violetta," he continued. "About 30 years ago, now, a brilliant young scholar moved into the house. He had lost his family and the Simpson family who were then the current owners took him in as a boarder. He lived on the second floor next to the oak-paneled room and attended college at Oxford. Soon after he had moved there he developed a severe case of consumption and died a painful, agonizing death in the house. For years afterward there was an overwhelming sense of sadness and grief which lingered, as one servant put it, "to the point of oppressiveness."
"It was as if the house was jinxed. Superstitious servants would not speak of the many tragedies. Nor would they talk of the weird happenings that occurred. Occasionally at night someone would be heard walking across the wooden floors upstairs in heavy boots with spurs. But when the rooms were searched no one could be found. At other times there would be loud crashes of glass, such as a large mirror smashing to the floor. But again, investigations would find no one or nothing amiss. Many people experienced both these occurrences at various times through the years."
"I, myself," he went on "visited the house one day with my cousin Darcy. After a while we became separated as he decided to wander around on the ground floor and I went up to the second floor by myself. I was standing at the top of the staircase on the second floor, adjacent to the oak paneled bedroom. Suddenly, I felt as though there was an 'evil spirit' trying to push me down the stairs. It was a frightening experience, which passed in a few minutes, but I will never forget it."
"And then there is the mystery woman, who is reported to always stand at the foot of the guest bed in the oak-paneled room. Many visitors have seen her over the years that have slept in the room, always under the same circumstances. All persons who have seen her have said they were awakened from a deep sleep, and they felt the woman was there to warn them of danger. Once, some guests of the last owner had stayed overnight and he placed them in that room. They saw the vision and were so alarmed that they fled from the home dressed in only their nightgowns to Rosings Park and would not return, even to retrieve their clothes. Lady Catherine, although quite put out, was forced to put them up for the night."
All during this story Violetta, sat as if spellbound, hanging on each word as if the vision might suddenly spring out from behind the tree where she sat.
"Violetta, I have not told you this story to frighten you, though it is scary enough even for me. I just never knew how I could convey this in a letter, and then,...well, it just slipped my mind. What with everything else that has happened in my life over the past two years. Please forgive me. Yes, the property is good enough and old man Moore, who was the last owner was able to get some of the local farmers to help him tend to the property, but..., well, you see how it is. I just could not bring you to such a place."
"Yes, Richard. I now understand and completely agree with you. I should have never wished to have such a place." She replied gazing thoughtfully across the field towards the old house.
"But now, Violetta. My surprise. And please hear me out before you stop me. I will try to explain as quickly as I can. First, the reason for all of the stewards and other solicitors lately was that I have purchased the house and property for our use," he smiled triumphantly.
"But...but, Richard. After all that you have told me. Why ever would you purchase this place?" she cried.
"Well, my love. You see, I mean to only use the property. The other men that you have seen coming and going from our home lately have been several architects and scholars. I intend to tear down the old house and have a school built, but not at the same spot. I wish to locate the school just over there, at the top of that ridge. It has a pleasant view of the whole area, and thus will not be in any way connected with the history of the house. I want to build this school so that the poor children of the county can have a place to come and taste of the fruits of learning. I have always felt that I wanted to help children in this way, and after investigation, the property turned out to be available at a very good price and I instantly determined that it would be the perfect place. The setting is tranquil; it is within an easy driving distance from our home so that we may visit it and the children whenever we desire. I wanted to surprise you with the project and do hope that you are pleased. But I promise you that this is the very last time that I shall undertake such a project without involving you from the very beginning."
"Oh yes, Richard. It does sound wonderful. I was beginning to be concerned that now that I know of the place I would not be able to sleep at night, fearful that the ghost would come to our own bedroom some evening. If all works out as you suggest, it will be the perfect solution. Young children will learn and gain wisdom and bring laughter and happiness back to this ground. It does sound so wonderful. You know that I love children, and since we do not have any of our own,...at least not yet, that is, I shall certainly enjoy visiting on occasion."
"Come now, Violetta. Let us return to Rosings. I think that we've had enough 'ghost stories' for one day. Let us return to Rosings and celebrate in our new venture.
As they were driving up the lane approaching Rosings, Violetta noticed a carriage pulled up in a small cove of trees not far from the Parsonage. She could just make out a young man and also a woman, who looked very much like Reena, but from the distance it was hard to tell for sure.
Next: perhaps we should hire a new cook.
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Continued in Part 2
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