The Fitzwilliams: Book 2 - Getting to Know You
Chapter 10 -- The Plot thickens along with the White Soup
Part 1 - School Days
During the next month the old building that had been Southington was cleared away at last. In its place were planted rows of firs lining a new lane that led to the top of the small ridge. It was here that Richard had chosen as the place where a school was to be erected. Children from the local farms and servants of the estates would be allowed to attend free of charge. Here they could learn to read and write.
Roger Aswell had been engaged to instruct classes for any and all that would be allowed to attend. Until such time as a more permanent residence could be established Aswell was to reside at Rosings. As he settled into his new position his first task was to notify the local families of its availability. He was often seen on the road offering services of the school to each amily. Until such time as classes began, he could also often be seen in the evening hours engaging in another of his interests - astronomy. He would gather children from various farms and inspire them in the desire to seek new knowledge. Taking along his prized telescope, he would treat the young children to views through the scope and information on the various stars and constellations late into the night, after which he would take them home in a large old wagon.
As the building that was to be the school began to take shape, he would often meet with Richard and Violetta to discuss his plans and class subjects, and to keep them informed of the various children whose parents were allowing their children to attend. Arrangements were also made for the transportation of the children to and from the school. It was not long before Rosings had taken on a new respect from the local community.
Part 2 - A new occupation takes shape
Richard was also now often in London where he had begun plans for expanding and developing the ideas that he had first conceived at Newcastle. While watching a small fishing craft, which had been outfitted with a crude steam engine, as it pushed its way out to open water against the wind he had conceived a notion of trying this with a large vessel. At the time he had remarked to himself how easily this same idea might be applied to a large ocean going vessel, making the reliance on wind and wave less necessary.
Richard had spoken of his ideas with Lord Cameron, who had also become interested in the project and had agreed to become a partner in a venture to explore the possibilities of building such a vessel. All during the winter months work had begun on bringing the dream to reality. A vessel had been located and outfitted with a steam engine and propulsion system that would mean radical changes for the shipping industry if initial trials were successful. The first efforts had gone well with short excursions in and out of the bay and around the point. The real test would occur with an attempted crossing of the English Channel in early April.
Part 3
During the coming weeks Violetta would notice several other times when Reena would be coming from the area of the library, again with that strange smile. "What could it mean?" As she considered Reena in her mind she began to analyze her appearance. Reena's face and features were extraordinarily unique. She possessed a skin a most delicate light olive texture, with dark black hair and striking black eyes. Her features were those of a young woman, full and very pleasing to the eye. Her bearing and manner was proper, and her dress was always impeccable. Unlike most women of East Indian descent, she did not wear the dark red mark on her forehead other women of that race wore, and thus her countenance was of an uninterrupted and beautiful nature. Over their many years of friendship, Violetta had always noticed the effect her maid had on the other male servants. Most would stop what they were doing whenever she passed them by and tip their hat or smile quite broadly in greeting. Violetta had never known Reena to pay them much attention other than a cordial return greeting and a pretty smile.
She would return to her room and brood quietly on the matter, and how she could discover the secret of her husband and her chambermaid. She had heard whispers of other families where the master of the estate had involvement with some of the female staff, but how could she resolve the thoughts that her wonderful, loving Richard and her dear friend Reena could be among that group. No! Surely not! Again and again, she struggled in some way to resolve the issue. Whenever she had queried Reena on the same subject, here too, she found little relief, the same sort of vague answers that somehow did not quite ring true. The same effort to change the subject to some other unrelated matter..."No,...No. I will think of this no more. I am being jealous and silly. There is nothing to this. There, that is an end to it."
All the while Richard continued his efforts to arrange for the party. He had long since determined that what he wanted was a surprise Anniversary ball. He invited the Darcys, his parents, and several other friends and, in consultation with Reena, had also invited a number of Violetta's friends from Essex. Elaborate arrangements were made so that the many guests who would be attending would wait in Hunsford village until a certain hour. At the appointed time the guests and musicians would journey the short distance to Rosings and then their carriages would be moved to an area out of sight of the house. During this time Violetta would be under the impression that she had been invited to attend a ball that evening at an Estate that was a several hours journey away from Rosings. Richard and Violetta would depart for the ball, and be on the road for an hour or two when Richard would complain of illness and then they would decide to return home. As they would near the home Richard would pull the curtains in the barouche to make sure that Violetta did not see anything amiss. The household staff would work very hard to prepare everything and keep it from the Mistress's view.
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"Sweetheart," one day Violetta began. "What do you say to inviting the Darcys for a visit? I should dearly love to meet Elizabeth again. We have had so little time together with them."
"Why, that is an excellent thought, Precious. I don't know why I didn't think of it before myself. Yes, Darcy and I used to always visit with Aunt Catherine around this time of year. I, too, would love to see them again. I am sure that they would love to visit, and I would dearly like to show off some of the changes that we have accomplished. I know that they will love the new water closets and be very jealous of them. I shall be most proud to inform them that they were all your very own idea. They will be so jealous." Richard was actually pleased with the idea since it offered the possibility of distracting Violetta with company just at the time when the house staff would be engaged in making final preparations for the ball.
"Oh, you silly thing," she blushed. You should do no such thing. I would be so embarrassed that I would then have to hide in my chambers for a week at the very thought."
"Oh, come now Precious. They are a wonderful idea and I'm actually very proud of them. They're so much more convenient than the silly old contraptions that we had before. And the shower in my room is wonderful. I never did enjoy the lack of privacy when taking a bath and I even feel a bit fresher and cleaner in the mornings. Darcy will love them and want them installed at Pemberley as soon as he tries one for the first time."
"Yes, certainly dearest. But shall you and your cousin also enjoy some hunting?"
"Yes, I already had given a thought to that. And I could invite some of our neighbors, Mr. Wilson especially enjoys the hunt."
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As Violetta gazed out the window she could just see Reena as she took her daily stroll in the garden.
12th century- anon
Reena's duties for Mrs. Fitzwilliam required only a short time each morning and evening. During the remainder of the day she was free to come and go as she pleased. Reena had now been meeting somewhat secretly with young Mr. Robert Wilson for several months. They had arranged a secret rendezvous that was hidden from the main building by a small clump of trees. It was here that Reena would taste the first fruits of love. It was not so much that they were trying to hide from everyone, more of a case of just wanting to be alone together.
Robert would always arrive early and sometimes have to wait over an hour for his love to appear. On some days they would ride into Hunsford on Robert's High Flyer, laughing and enjoying each other's company. On many other days they would simply sit and hold hands, talking quietly of their feelings and plans for the future.
Robert had completed college at Oxford, however being the younger son, stood to inherit no property. There being no regular profession to his liking in the area, he had begun to search far afield for ideas. He had always enjoyed working with the people on his father's estate. Offering them some of the new ideas that he had learned in college...But lacking the authority or means himself, he had begun to despair of a future along those lines.
One day he ran across some advertisements seeking settlers for a new area in the United States. The advertisements told of grants to new settlers of two hundred acres of land free to those who would establish a home a live on the property itself. Upon further research he had found that it was indeed true. One group of settlers that he had deemed especially interesting was destined for a new area to be called Maury County in the new state of Tennessee.** Here the group hoped to establish a silk farming business. The plan had much merit and offered the promise of land and a better future for a young family just starting out. The cost of the voyage, in the company of the other settlers, and overland journey would be only a few hundred pounds. Once there the group would assist each other in the building of their initial shelters and barns.
Reena would often listen, now emboldened with dreams she had never before been allowed. Her future from earliest youth had always been predestined to servitude. Owing all that she had and could hope for to the good wishes of her Mistress. Here, at last, beckoned a new path. It would mean giving up all of the safety and security of her present home and trusting her very life and future to a young man she had known only a short time.
She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Reena,...come with me..." Robert's words broke her reverie. She turned to see...
And then the words suddenly awoke a memory of a dream. "...Come with me to America." That voice, why it had been Robert's voice in the dream. She smiled and reached up to kiss him, whispering her answer in his ear. His arms encircled her and returned her embrace.
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"Reena, what will the Fitzwilliams say when they learn that we are to marry? You have been with Mrs. Fitzwilliam for so long. How shall she take it? Will she be upset and angry at you?" he queried gazing lovingly into her eyes.
"Mrs. Fitzwilliam?" she replied while taking his hand in her own. "I have given it much thought and am now sorry to have held our secret so very long....But you are right, we must inform the Fitzwilliams at some point soon. I did mention the subject one time but was afraid that it somehow might get back to your parents."
"Yes, I know how much my father will object. He is of the old school and I am not sure if he could ever accept our love. I have been struggling with trying to figure a way to tell him but have not found it as of yet. I know that he will become angry and may try to take his anger out on you. I could never permit this, and that is another reason that we must maintain our secret for a short time more. When my plans are finally complete and will allow us to take up our new life in America will be soon enough. I know that Mother will accept you, but I am afraid that Father's ways are set and there is very little that I can do to change them."
"Oh Robert. I do not wish to come between you and your parents and wish that there were some way that could be found. I am so afraid for you."
"Do not be afraid for me, Reena. All that I need is your love. Nothing else matters to me in this world. I want only to make you happy and care for you. Tell me again that you love me, and that you will marry me. I love to hear you say it. It is what I live for now. Our love will sustain us. "
"Oh, Robert, yes....I do love you with all my heart."
They embraced, Robert holding her within his arms. Then after a long while, "Come my love, if we are to be married I must ask someone's permission and you still have not stated whether it should be the Mr. or the Mrs. Fitzwilliam since you have no parents."
"I, too, am not exactly sure, but let us proceed as if Mr. Fitzwilliam acts the part of my father, since he is, after all my employer. I know that Viola, I mean Mrs. Fitzwilliam will surely give her own permission....But the time is still another three months before the group is leaving for America. Should we not wait a short time longer before we inform them of our plans?"
"Well, perhaps you are right. I will be going to town next week and perhaps after that time would be soon enough," Robert took Reena's hand in his and raised it to his lips.
If her shepherd Likes innocent love Then the lovely shepherdess Will always be happy.
Carlo Goldoni.
** (authors note) Although I have never been there, I am aware of certain historical facts that a silk farming operation was started in Maury County, Tennessee in 1816. I am not aware if it continues to this date.
Next: Trouble; Company; Meeting the next door neighbor
Chapter 11 - The die is cast.
The force of the blow caught Reena totally by surprise and she was thrown to the ground, the wind knocked out of her, and one side of her head forced into the dirt. Her parasol being knocked loose landed on the side of the path.
The day had started out as any other day; rising early she had dressed and then assisted Viola with her toilette. Spending some extra care on her Mistresses' hair this day as they were expecting the Master's cousin and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, to arrive sometime in the mid-morning. Having rolled Violetta's hair in special papers the prior evening so that this day her hair would look especially nice, with a mixture of falling curls and waves.
Having completed her duties, Reena had decided to take her morning stroll along the lane to the west of Rosings. The morning dew was still on the grass and there were a few scattered clouds in the sky as she started out. Normally each day Reena would take the eastern lane that led close by the parsonage where she would meet with Robert and pass the day. This day was to be different, as Robert had gone on to London to continue the arrangements with the group immigrating to America.
Suddenly she felt the full weight of the man as he sought to pin her arms down. She had been just passing by a small copse of trees when she had caught sight, from the corner of her eye, the man hurtling towards her.
"Trollop...! Tramp...!" he screamed. "You're nothing but a chambermaid...!" the man cried in disgust. "How dare you?..."
Reena tried to fight back, wriggling and screaming. Kicking the air in a desperate attempt to break free.
As the man leaned over her, attempting to force a kiss on her lips he reached up as if to rip her bodice open. In that moment she was finally able to wrench one hand free. She struck out blindly, managing to tear two large scratches into his face with her fingernails.
Suddenly the man's body was forcibly lifted from her as he received a blow from a branch directly between his eyes, knocking him backwards. He landed sprawled on the ground beside her, unconscious.
Part 2 - Relatives come calling
As the time grew closer, now barely two months away, and more specific arrangements were to be made Richard had received a query from the musicians group that he had employed regarding specific selections of music that might be played. Richard listed out a number of his own favorite selections, and felt again the need to question Reena about any that she might have heard Violetta express a special delight.
They met once again in the library and Reena was able to offer several names of various pieces that she had heard Violetta praise upon returning from various balls in the past.
Once again, as it happened, when Reena took her leave of the library, Violetta happened to pass the top of the landing and once again noticed a strange smile on her maid's lips. But this time it was somewhat different. It was if,...as if she were taking some great delight in some happy secret.
Violetta's struggled to not let her emotions get the better of her. "Silly, silly me. I am determined to make no more of this. It was a ridiculous thought of mine in the first place. I don't know what I can have been thinking. Richard is my husband and my life. Reena can mean nothing to him. I am sure that what I have seen, or thought that I saw, can have no meaning. From this moment on I shall resolve to place all of my trust in him. All will be revealed in due course."
Entering the library she called out "Richard, you must hurry. Your cousin and Elizabeth will be here at any time now. I wanted you to look your best and I have asked Paul to lay of the short waistcoat, black breeches along with the white silk stockings and frock. Wherever did you get those long leggings that you have on?"
"...But sweetheart,...Precious. You know how I hate those breeches. My knees stick out and I look like a booby. You know that I prefer these long pants."
"Oh, very well. I guess that I'll just never understand men and their choices in clothes. But you do look so dashing in the breeches."
"Dashing, you say? Well, I hardly believe so. My boney old knees stick out like a pair of old turkey bones and I have never enjoyed wearing breeches at all."
"...Well," she said with a pout. "It is too late now for I believe that I can see their carriage turning up the lane just now. Let us proceed down to greet them properly, dear." This being their first real 'guests' she was of a mind to make a good impression and had already reviewed the arrangements with Mr. Huey and Mrs. Watson to make sure that the Darcys stay at Rosings would be a pleasant one.
"Well, hello Richard,...Violetta," Darcy cried as he stepped down form the carriage. Then, after turning to assist Elizabeth, he turned back and grasped Richard hand and then embraced him in a strong bearhug. "It has been too long, Richard. Elizabeth and I have truly missed the both of you."
Richard, a bit surprised and pleased by this change in his cousins usual reserved manner, barely had a chance to return the greeting before Darcy had released him and turned to Violetta. "...And my dear Mrs. Fitzwilliam. Have you been taking good care of my cousin and keeping him out of trouble?" He smiled.
Richard exclaimed, "Why, cousin,...I don't believe that I've ever seen you so." Turning to Elizabeth, "And pray tell me, by what arts have you affected such a transformation to your husband? Have you some secret talisman that you have used to bewitch him? For I have know Darcy all of my life and have never seen him so happy?"
To which Elizabeth replied with a wink, "Well, dear cousin, I know nothing of witchcraft...but do find that he smiles much more now that he is a father!"
Violetta now noticing the absence of the children, "And pray tell -- where are the little angels?"
Elizabeth, turning to the carriage, "They are just here, in the carriage. They were sleeping so soundly that we despaired of waking them. As for 'angels', well...I believe that you will have to speak with their father on that subject. He has spoiled them so that I fear that they may be somewhat less than that. They are just now beginning to walk and they seem to get into everything; hiding behind chairs and spilling all of the tea trays."
Richard, who was now desirous of not standing out of doors much longer, "Well, cousins, let us go in, for there are a number of things that we are most anxious to show to you."
Violetta now addressed Elizabeth, "Yes, Elizabeth. You both must be very tired after the long journey. Let us go in and you may change from your travelling clothes."
Darcy now turned and retrieved his son, Will, from the carriage and handed him over to the Fitzwilliam's maid Julia, who had been hired to help with the infants during their stay. Darcy then lifted his daughter Beth into his own arms and followed the group inside.
"Oh, sweetheart, is this not delightful," Elizabeth cried. "Look they have pulled down those drab old curtains that I hated so much....And the carpets. See here, they have changed them and these new ones are so much nicer and thicker, are they not? Not those dull old worn gray ones that were here before."
Violetta agreed. "Yes, Elizabeth, there were a number of things that Richard and I felt had long since served their purpose and were becoming worn and lifeless. You will probably find a few other things have changed as well. And now, let me show you to your rooms."
"That will not be necessary," Darcy stated. "I know the way."
"Well, cousin, as we said, a number of things have changed. Including your old room. It is currently undergoing some renovations and will not be available to you on this stay. We have planned to put you up on Anne's old room, which has now been completed. The room itself has been completely done over and I hope that you will find it to your liking," he concluded. Taking the Darcys to a room next to Anne's they found that it had been completely made over for them as a nursery for the children. There was a separate doorway leading to from within to the next room and would provide them easy access to the children. The two children were left in the care of the nurse.
Next Richard led them next door and opened the door with a flourish. The front area of the room had been redone into a sort of private sitting area with a small mahogany table and two chairs. Beyond this was an arched entry leading into the main bedchamber. Centrally located within the room was an oversize oak framed bed with a couch on one side of the room with a writing desk and chair close by. On the opposite side of the room was a large matching oak Armoire and dressing stand with a full-length mirror. The windows one side had been remade into an Oriel that provided a full view of the lawn and orchard beyond.
"Well, Richard," Darcy intoned. "This IS a surprise. You have done very well, indeed. I don't think that I had ever imagined Rosings as possessing such delights. Elizabeth and I will very much enjoy our stay here. And..." now catching first sight of the doorway to the side. "And where does this lead?"
"That is a surprise for you and Elizabeth, cousin. Feel free to explore. Now, if you will excuse us -- Violetta and I take our leave while you change. We will await you below in the music room."
Richard and Violetta had barely walked a few steps down the hall when they could hear Darcy give a shout. "Oh, Elizabeth. You must come and see this! This is wonderful...and now I must say that I am truly jealous. I had been thinking of late that we might install some of these ourselves. But just look...there is running water...Oh, and a shower in the bathtub. We Must have these installed at Pemberley."
Part 3 - The Parson
"Ferras, ma'am. Edward Ferras at your service," the gentleman introduced himself as he helped Reena to her feet. "I'm the parson here, and live close by at the Parsonage on the other side of the hill.** I was just setting out, myself, for a stroll and happened to see what was happening from that path over there. Are you injured in any way?"
Reena struggled to her feet with Edward's assistance; her eyes now overflowing with tears from the trauma she had just endured and tried to assess her situation. There was a small cut on her left arm where she had fallen against a small stone, her ribs ached from the force of the man's tackle of her, but otherwise she seemed to be all right.
"I do not believe that I am seriously injured sir," Reena replied, choking back the tears that welled up from within. I am in your debt sir. My name is Reena, and I live at Rosings with my Mistress -- Mrs. Fitzwilliam. I do not know what would have become of me had not you had the kindness to come to my aid."
"It was no kindness. It was a pleasure. No woman should have to endure such things. Here, take this," suddenly noticing that her bodice had been slightly torn when the man had grabbed hold of it as he was struck and knocked down. Edward removed his coat and wrapped it around Reena's shoulder. "I am sorry that I could not come more quickly....Do you know the young man at all?" Edward asked.
Reena now for the first time looked down at the man lying sprawled at her feet. "I have never seen him before in my life. Is he from around here? Do you know who his is?"
"I am afraid so. His name is Tom....Tom Wilson. The family lives..."
"Tom Wilson," Reena cried. "Why...Why that is Robert's brother! How came he to attack me so? I know Robert Wilson, but had never yet met his brother..." Reena was now in a total state of distress and sank unconscious to the ground.
Edward lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the parsonage.
**For those who missed my footnote at the end of Book 1. Colonel Fitzwilliam realized upon receiving a letter from the previous parson, a certain Mr. Collins, that he would not be able to bring his future bride to live next to him as long as Mr. Collins was to be parson. He met with the Bishop in London and had Reverend Collins transferred to a remote parish in northern Scotland. Edward Ferras was shortly engaged to fill the post. He brought along his wife Elinor and their three young children with him to Hunsford. (The main reason of course is that I have not the skills of JA to bring such a character to life.)
Next: A respite before H--- breaks loose.
Chapter 11 - Meeting the Relatives (both good and bad)
Part 1 - Jealousy rejected
As the time grew closer, now barely two months away, and more specific arrangements were to be made Richard had received a query from the musicians group that he had employed regarding specific selections of music that might be played. Richard listed out a number of his own favorite selections, and felt again the need to question Reena about any that she might have heard Violetta express a special delight in.
They met once again in the library and Reena was able to offer several names of various pieces that she had heard Violetta praise upon returning from various balls in the past.
Once again, as it happened, when Reena took her leave of the library, Violetta happened to pass the top of the landing and once again noticed a strange smile on her maid's lips. But this time it was somewhat different. It was if,...as if she were taking some great delight in some happy secret.
Violetta's struggled to not let her emotions get the better of her. "Silly, silly me. I am determined to make no more of this. It was a ridiculous thought of mine in the first place. I don't know what I can have been thinking. Richard is my husband and my life. Reena can mean nothing to him. I am sure that what I have seen, or thought that I saw, can have no meaning. From this moment on I shall resolve to place all of my trust in him. All will be revealed in due course."
Part 2 - Incident
The force of the blow caught Reena totally by surprise and she was thrown to the ground, the wind knocked out of her, and one side of her head forced into the dirt. Her parasol being knocked loose landed on the side of the path.
The day had started out as any other day; rising early she had dressed and then assisted Viola with her toilette. She spent some extra care on her Mistresses' hair this day as they were expecting the Master's cousin and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, to arrive sometime in the mid-morning. Having rolled Violetta's hair in special papers the prior evening so that this day her hair would look especially nice, with a mixture of falling curls and waves.
Having completed her duties, Reena had decided to take her morning stroll along the lane to the west of Rosings. The morning dew was still on the grass and there were a few scattered clouds in the sky as she started out. Normally each day Reena would take the eastern lane that led close by the parsonage where she would meet with Robert and pass the day. This day was to be different, as Robert had gone on to London to continue the arrangements with the group immigrating to America.
Suddenly she felt the full weight of the man as he sought to pin her arms down. She had been just passing by a small copse of trees when she had caught sight, from the corner of her eye, of the man hurtling towards her.
"Trollop...! Tramp...!" he screamed. "You're nothing but a chambermaid...!" the man cried in disgust. "How dare you?..."
Reena tried to fight back, wriggling and screaming. Kicking the air in a desperate attempt to break free.
As the man leaned over her, attempting to force a kiss on her lips he reached up as if to rip her bodice open. In that moment she was finally able to wrench one hand free. She struck out blindly, managing to tear two large scratches into his face with her fingernails.
Suddenly the man's body was forcibly lifted from her as he received a blow from a branch directly between his eyes, knocking him backwards. He landed sprawled on the ground beside her, unconscious.
Part 3 - Relatives come calling
Entering the library Violetta called out "Richard, you must hurry. Your cousin and Elizabeth will be here at any time now. I wanted you to look your best and I have asked Paul to lay of the short waistcoat, black breeches along with the white silk stockings and frock. Wherever did you get those long leggings that you have on?"
"...But sweetheart,...Precious. You know how I hate those breeches. My knees stick out and I look like a booby. You know that I prefer these long pants."
"Oh, very well. I guess that I'll just never understand men and their choices in clothes. But you do look so dashing in the breeches."
"Dashing, you say? Well, I hardly believe so. My boney old knees stick out like a pair of old turkey bones and I have never enjoyed wearing breeches at all."
"...Well," she said with a pout. "It is too late now for I believe that I can see their carriage turning up the lane just now. Let us proceed down to greet them properly, dear." This being their first real 'guests' she was of a mind to make a good impression and had already reviewed the arrangements with Mr. Huey and Mrs. Watson to make sure that the Darcys stay at Rosings would be a pleasant one.
"Well, hello Richard,...Violetta," Darcy cried as he stepped down form the carriage. Then, after turning to assist Elizabeth, he turned back and grasped Richard hand and then embraced him in a strong bearhug. "It has been too long, Richard. Elizabeth and I have truly missed the both of you."
Richard, a bit surprised and pleased by this change in his cousins usual reserved manner, barely had a chance to return the greeting before Darcy had released him and turned to Violetta. "...And my dear Mrs. Fitzwilliam. Have you been taking good care of my cousin and keeping him out of trouble?" He smiled.
Richard exclaimed, "Why, cousin,...I don't believe that I've ever seen you so." Turning to Elizabeth, "And pray tell me, by what arts have you affected such a transformation to your husband? Have you some secret talisman that you have used to bewitch him? For I have know Darcy all of my life and have never seen him so happy?"
To which Elizabeth replied with a wink, "Well, dear cousin, I know nothing of witchcraft...but do find that he smiles much more now that he is a father!"
Violetta now noticing the absence of the children, "And pray tell -- where are the little angels?"
Elizabeth, turning to the carriage, "They are just here, in the carriage. They were sleeping so soundly that we despaired of waking them. As for 'angels', well...I believe that you will have to speak with their father on that subject. He has spoiled them so that I fear that they may be somewhat less than that. They are just now beginning to walk and they seem to get into everything; hiding behind chairs and spilling all of the tea trays."
Richard, who was now desirous of not standing out of doors much longer, "Well, cousins, let us go in, for there are a number of things that we are most anxious to show to you."
Violetta now addressed Elizabeth, "Yes, Elizabeth. You both must be very tired after the long journey. Let us go in and you may change from your travelling clothes."
Darcy now turned and retrieved his son, Will, from the carriage and handed him over to the Fitzwilliam's maid Julia, who had been hired to help with the infants during their stay. Darcy then lifted his daughter Beth into his own arms and followed the group inside.
"Oh, sweetheart, is this not delightful," Elizabeth cried. "Look they have pulled down those drab old curtains that I hated so much....And the carpets. See here, they have changed them and these new ones are so much nicer and thicker, are they not? Not those dull old worn gray ones that were here before."
Violetta agreed. "Yes, Elizabeth, there were a number of things that Richard and I felt had long since served their purpose and were becoming worn and lifeless. You will probably find a few other things have changed as well. And now, let me show you to your rooms."
"That will not be necessary," Darcy stated. "I know the way."
"Well, cousin, as we said, a number of things have changed. Including your old room. It is currently undergoing some renovations and will not be available to you on this stay. We have planned to put you up on Anne's old room, which has now been completed. The room itself has been completely done over and I hope that you will find it to your liking," he concluded. Taking the Darcys to a room next to Anne's they found that it had been completely made over for them as a nursery for the children. There was a separate doorway leading to from within to the next room and would provide them easy access to the children. The two children were left in the care of the nurse.
Next Richard led them next door and opened the door with a flourish. The front area of the room had been redone into a sort of private sitting area with a small mahogany table and two chairs. Beyond this was an arched entry leading into the main bedchamber. Centrally located within the room was an oversize oak framed bed with a couch on one side of the room with a writing desk and chair close by. On the opposite side of the room was a large matching oak Armoire and dressing stand with a full-length mirror. The windows one side had been remade into an Oriel that provided a full view of the lawn and orchard beyond.
"Well, Richard," Darcy intoned. "This IS a surprise. You have done very well, indeed. I don't think that I had ever imagined Rosings as possessing such delights. Elizabeth and I will very much enjoy our stay here. And..." now catching first sight of the doorway to the side. "And where does this lead?"
"That is a surprise for you and Elizabeth, cousin. Feel free to explore. Now, if you will excuse us -- Violetta and I take our leave while you change. We will await you below in the music room."
Richard and Violetta had barely walked a few steps down the hall when they could hear Darcy give a shout. "Oh, Elizabeth. You must come and see this! This is wonderful...and now I must say that I am truly jealous. I had been thinking of late that we might install some of these ourselves. But just look...there is running water...Oh, and a shower in the bathtub. We Must have these installed at Pemberley."
Part 4 - Meeting the Parson
"Ferras, ma'am. Edward Ferras at your service," the gentleman introduced himself as he helped Reena to her feet. "I'm the parson here, and live close by at the Parsonage on the other side of the hill.** I was just setting out, myself, for a stroll and happened to see what was happening from that path over there. Are you injured in any way?"
Reena struggled to her feet with Edward's assistance; her eyes now overflowing with tears from the trauma she had just endured and tried to assess her situation. There was a small cut on her left arm where she had fallen against a small stone, her ribs ached from the force of the man's tackle of her, but otherwise she seemed to be all right.
"I do not believe that I am seriously injured sir," Reena replied, choking back the tears that welled up from within. I am in your debt sir. My name is Reena, and I live at Rosings with my Mistress -- Mrs. Fitzwilliam. I do not know what would have become of me had not you had the kindness to come to my aid."
"It was no kindness. It was a pleasure. No woman should have to endure such things. Here, take this," suddenly noticing that her bodice had been slightly torn when the man had grabbed hold of it as he was struck and knocked down. Edward removed his coat and wrapped it around Reena's shoulder. "I am sorry that I could not come more quickly....Do you know the young man at all?" Edward asked.
Reena now for the first time looked down at the man lying sprawled at her feet. "I have never seen him before in my life. Is he from around here? Do you know who his is?"
"I am afraid so. His name is Tom....Tom Wilson. The family lives..."
"Tom Wilson," Reena cried. "Why...Why that is Robert's brother! How came he to attack me so? I know Robert Wilson, but had never yet met his brother..." Reena was now in a total state of distress and sank unconscious to the ground.
Edward lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the parsonage.
**For those who missed my footnote at the end of Book 1. Colonel Fitzwilliam realized upon receiving a letter from the previous parson, a certain Mr. Collins, that he would not be able to bring his future bride to live next to him as long as Mr. Collins was to be parson. He met with the Bishop in London and had Reverend Collins transferred to a remote parish in northern Scotland. Edward Ferras was shortly engaged to fill the post. He brought along his wife Elinor and their three young children with him to Hunsford. (The main reason of course is that I have not the skills of JA to bring such a character to life.)
Next: A respite before H--- breaks loose.
To be continued.
Chapter 12 -- Intermezzo
Part 1 - At the Parsonage
"Elinor..." Edward cried as he entered the parsonage carrying the unconscious Reena in his arms. "This young lady was set upon on the lane just yonder. I am afraid that she has fainted dead away."
"Oh, Edward!...Bring her here and lay her down upon our bed. You say that she was set upon? Was it a robber or highwayman? Who would do such a thing," Elinor queried.
"No. I am afraid that it was none of those. It was a man of our acquaintance...Tom Wilson," he replied. "I do not understand any of this at all. I believe that the young lady resides at Rosings with the Fitzwilliams. I have often seen her in church in their company. Indeed, I have also seen the young lady in town strolling with Tom's brother Robert. This makes no sense to me."
"This is shocking. I had not thought such a thing possible." Elinor said. "...And the Wilson's are a family of some importance in the area. What happened to Mr. Wilson?"
"I happened upon them after it had just begun," Edward said. "But I was too late to prevent Tom from striking her. As soon as I realized what he was about I grabbed an old tree branch and struck him in the head. I was just about to attempt to revive him when the young lady fainted. I do believe that I should return now and see if Tom was injured," Edward said as he rose and turned to leave to ascertain the condition of Tom Wilson.
Upon arriving at the spot where he had left him a few minutes before he was surprised to find that all that remained was the broken tree branch and several scuffle marks on the ground. He looked around for a moment and then discovered Reena's parasol that had been thrown to the side of the path. He retrieved it and then turned to return to the parsonage, more confused than when it had all started.
Part 2 - At Rosings
Upon entering the music room, Elizabeth gave a squeal of delight. Gone was the garish trappings and stiff formality of the room with its wild patterns of stripes and flowers. In its place were softer colors more pleasing to the eye, and furniture that was more comfortable to rest on. Even the old fortepiano had been replaced by Violetta's Broadwood Grand.
Violetta was sitting at the piano playing a piece that Elizabeth did not recognize. "What is that piece that you are playing? It has such an air of power to it," Elizabeth queried.
Violetta, looking up and smiling, "Yes, it is very much a powerful work. It is one of Beethoven's Sonatas -- "The Waldstein." My music teacher, John Field, has been working with me on this piece. I rather enjoy the challenge that such a work presents....But come, I have heard that you play yourself, and quite charmingly. My husband tells me that you have a delicate way with a song. As for myself, I sing very poorly, but really enjoy playing. Will you not grace us with one of your selections?"
"Oh, I fear not. I can not play nearly so well as you. I would be ashamed of the comparison," Elizabeth cried.
"Oh, come now, Elizabeth. We are all only family here. No one will think the worse of you. I am sure that you will play sufficiently well for our small society," Violetta smiled invitingly.
"Very well, then. As I have told my husband before ' My courage always rises with every attempt to intimidate me." Elizabeth glanced teasingly at Darcy who only grinned back. Elizabeth then took a seat by Violetta and they sat for a time going through a stack of music that was placed near the fortepiano.
"Well, you know, Violetta. I have not the skills that you have for playing these big sonatas and other Thorough Composed music. My skills and talents bend rather to simple songs and melodies....But there is one selection that I have been playing lately at Pemberley. Perhaps I might play that for you. You do not have the music here, but no matter; I already know the song by heart. Yes, I think that it will suffice."
Violetta remained seated beside her as Elizabeth began her song, a slow waltz with a charming melody that exactly matched her skills.
I recall the mad delightOf a lovely dance
And the stroll into a lovely night
Trembling with romance.
There he told me of my charms.
How could I resist?
Suddenly within his arms
I was held and kissed.
For that kiss in the Dark
Was to Him just a Lark
But to me 'twas a thrill supreme Just a Kiss in the Dark,
But it's kindled the spark
The awakening of Love and Dream.A Kiss in the Dark -- Victor Herbert
(if you hadn't guessed already, I'm a sucker for old love songs!)
They group all rose and applauded at the end of her song. Darcy was especially proud of the beautiful voice and soft manner of her fingering. "Well done, Elizabeth. You know that there once was a time when I preferred attending the Opera in London, but now that I have my own sweet songbird, I fear that I have completely lost the desire to attend. The theatre holds so little attraction for me, except for the occasional play."
"Yes, cousin," Richard replied. "I, too, find that I have been remiss in taking Violetta to the theatre as well. However, there is to be a premiere at Covent Garden in the next few weeks of a new Opera by that Italian composer Rossini. I believe that the name of the work is 'The Barber of Seville', and it is all the rage on the Continent. We have heard that it is his best work yet, and Violetta and I were planning on attending the opening in two weeks. Should you and Elizabeth not wish to join us? I am sure that we would all have a good time."
"Yes, sweetheart," Elizabeth interjected. "I have also been reading good reports of this work in the papers. Let us also go along. It would also give us a chance to visit with the Gardiners while we are in London."
"Very well, Elizabeth," Darcy agreed. "You know that I could never deny you such a treat, and I too would enjoy visiting with your Aunt and Uncle. I will send a notice to the housekeeper in town to expect our arrival in a fortnight....Richard,...Violetta, you will surely agree to stay with us during your sojourn in town?"
Richard quickly assented, "That is an excellent idea, and perhaps while we are there, Violetta and I might continue our search for a suitable house or apartment for ourselves."
"Oh!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "You are seeking a place in town...? That is such a coincidence. My Uncle Gardiner handles many such affairs through his law office. He has helped make the arrangements for a number of families, perhaps he might be able to recommend some that might suit your needs."
"That is wonderful news," Violetta cried. "We have been searching on and off now for several months, but have not had anyone who was at all familiar with such things. Yes, that sounds as if it may be the solution to our search. We would be very pleased if you would recommend us to your Uncle."
Next: BEDLAM!!
Chapter 13 - BEDLAM !!
Part 1 - Interruption
"Mr. Wilson, sir..." The steward hardly had time to announce the arrival of the senior Mr. Wilson, than the aforementioned person barged into the room behind him in a rage.
"Who do you people think that you are," Wilson fumed. The fury of his feelings boiled over, his countenance twisted his face into a grotesque mask.
Richard whirled around to face him in amazement. Totally unprepared for such an attack, he was nearly at a loss for words. "Sir? What are you speaking of and how dare you force yourself into my home in such a manner!!" His voice now taking on a steely steadiness of a man well honed in the face of a deadly enemy.
"I said," Wilson began again. "Who do you think you are? Coming here with your fine ideas and wanting to change everything around. I thought at one time we were to be friends...but this has gone too far and must be stopped now. This very day!" His tone was becoming even more agitated.
"Sir," Richard replied, still seeking to discover some meaning in Wilson's manner. "I am at a complete loss to understand of what you are speaking. But you can not force yourself into my home in such a manner while I am entertaining guests. If you do not desist and restrain yourself, I will be forcibly remove you from my home this very moment."
"Darcy.., Elizabeth..., Violetta...if you will excuse us," Richard said. "Mr. Wilson, may I be allowed to escort you to the library where we may possibly resolve this matter between the two of us?"
"Very well," Wilson growled. "But this matter concerns one of your servants. I believe that her name is Reena."
"Reena," Violetta cried. "Sir, if this concerns my ladies maid, then it concerns me. I will accompany you to the library as well."
"Violetta, please....Let me handle this." Richard said.
"No Richard!" Violetta was determined. "Reena is my servant and also my friend. Whatever Mr. Wilson has to say of her, I demand that he do so in my presence."
"Very well.....Darcy...Elizabeth -- Please excuse us," Richard said as he turned and led Mr. Wilson and Violetta through the doorway, leaving Darcy and Elizabeth with their mouths open in wonder.
Part 2 - Meanwhile
Roger Aswell had served as a school tutor in many places over the years and working with young children was ever his delight. This day had seen him on the road early, so he had missed the happenings at Rosings.
His mission this day carried him to one of the local farms where there was reported to be nine children. He desired to enroll as many as possible in the new school. As his carriage approached the small lane leading up to the farm he noticed, with trepidation, the red bandage tied to a stick planted in the middle of the road that was the standard signal that there was contagion to be found here. Dismounting the carriage Aswell tied the horse to a nearby fence and continued on foot towards the small frame home.
As he approached within shouting distance he paused and cried out, "HELLO --- What illness is here?"
Shortly a stout lady of middle age appeared in the doorway "It's the Pox, sir. Please, you best stay away."
"Smallpox, you say? How many are affected," Aswell called back.
"There's four, sir. My two oldest girls, a boy and me husband," she cried. "Please be on your way --- There's non' help for us sir. You'd best go."
"Has the apothecary been here yet," he continued.
"Nay. I sent my son, Aaron, for him...but he has nay yet returned."
"I shall go myself," Aswell assured her as he turned to leave.
Smallpox! The ravages of this terrible disease had swept back and forth across the English countryside for a century. The effects of the disease itself were horrible to behold. Sufferers broke out in hundreds of postules covering their entire bodies from head to toe. Recent years had seen the severity of the disease increase to such an extent that there was now one death in every six or seven attacks. For those surviving the disease itself, the disfigurement was extremely severe to behold. Various treatments had recently been tried, some with great success.
Arriving back at the carriage, Aswell was soon on his way to Hunsford. After he had traveled several miles he came across the ladies son, Aaron, along the way. He stopped and offered the boy a ride, even knowing the risk he undertook. After delivering the boy to the apothecary in Hunsford and being assured of his quick assistance, Aswell set out for Rosings to alert them of the news.
Next: A lady stands her ground.
Chapter 14 - Prejudice Revealed.
Part 1
After ushering Wilson to the library, Richard closed the doors behind him and turned. "And now, sir, you were saying this has something to do with Mrs. Fitzwilliam's maid, Reena. Pray, please continue...."
"Mister Fitzwilliam," Wilson began. "Your wife's maid has attempted to seduce my younger son Robert, as you are well aware. I have heard reports that they meet daily on your own property, and have even been seen in each other's company in town. These actions I find as unforgivable. And what is more...the young lady is not only of a servant class, but I am also given to understand that she is of foreign birth," he finished, his tone conveying extreme disgust.
"Mr. Wilson," Violetta retorted. "Remember where you are. You are now a guest in my home and I will not allow you to speak of Reena in this manner. I have known her most of my life and she serves me well. I can assure you that neither my husband, nor myself has ever been made aware of any such alliance until this very moment."
"Mr. Wilson," Richard continued. "I can assure you that what my wife says is true. However, even were it to be not true -- I can find no excuse for your actions. You must now understand, I will brook no continuance of this subject in the manner in which you have begun. I will expect a full apology from you, not only to my wife and myself, but to my guests, whom you have rudely insulted."
"Apology?" Wilson stated dumbfounded. "I will offer no such thing. I demand satisfaction. I demand to confront this trollop, who is in your service, and get to the bottom of this today. I demand that she be brought here at once to answer for her actions."
"Sir, you will make no such demands in this house as long as I am Mistress," Violetta cried. "You must calm yourself or this interview will be considered as closed." The fire now reflected from Violetta's eye would brook no further insolence. Mr. Wilson turned and faced the window, struggling to gain control of his temper.
After several more moments, during which Violetta looked at Richard and signaled with her hand to bide his time, Wilson turned; now a bit more calmly began. "I do apologize. If I have been mistaken in your own knowledge of this affair my actions were precipitate....But I must be allowed to discover the situation as regards my son Robert, and your maid Reena," he finished, now more resolute but still with an emphasis of disdain as he spoke the ladies name.
Richard now went to the door and signaled for Mr. Huey to come forward.
"Sir?" Huey questioned.
"John, please see if you can locate Reena and have her attend us in the library," Richard said.
"Sir, I believe that the young lady went for a walk this morning and has not been seen since. I shall attend to it myself, if you wish," Huey offered.
"Yes John. -- And you say that she has been gone now for several hours....Perhaps you should also get some assistance. Ask some of the other staff to aid in the search," Richard completed and then returned to the library.
Turning to Mr. Wilson Richard said "It seems that Reena has gone out and not been seen since early this morning. I have sent several of the servants out to locate her. We shall then await their return"
Part 2
Just at this moment Aswell's carriage rolled to a stop in front of Rosings. Jumping down and scurrying up the stone stairway as fast as his rather plump legs would allow, he passed the steward on his way out.
"Have you seen Miss Reena," Huey questioned.
"No. Is there some problem?" Aswell returned.
"Yes. She has not been seen in several hours. We fear there may be something amiss." Huey said.
"There is more amiss than you know," Aswell replied, half out of breath in his hurry. "Where are the Master and Mistress? I must see them at once!"
"They are in the library, sir."...But I'm not so sure if you should interrupt them at this moment," Huey finished as he hurried down the steps on his mission to locate the missing servant.
"They will need this news at once," Aswell finished speaking to Huey's retreating back as he turned and entered the doorway and headed off towards the library.
Arriving at the library door Aswell pulled up short in an effort to catch his breath. Momentarily he knocked.
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"Ah..." Richard said as he rose from the chair where he had just seated himself. "Evidently we are to have some report already," as he arrived at the door. Upon opening it he was surprised to see Aswell there. "Ah...Roger, have you new of Miss Reena?"
"No sir." Aswell replied. Then upon seeing that there was a guest within he motioned for Richard to follow him to the hallway. "Sir. I have just come from a farm not four miles from here. There is an outbreak of Smallpox."
"Smallpox! Good Heavens! What is to be next?" Richard exclaimed.
Next: Back at the parsonage
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Chapter 15 - Refuge
Part 1 - Elinor
Elinor Ferras had obtained a basin of water and now sat beside the unconscious Reena, slowly bathing away some of the dirt from the side of her face that had struck the ground. As Edward now entered the room, she turned and motioned him to remain quiet.
As she continued Reena gave a small moan and opened her eyes. Momentarily there was a sign of fear that appeared until she began to recollect where she might be. "Who are you," she questioned of Elinor.
"This is my wife, Elinor," Edward replied. "You were injured on the lane near here and I have brought you to the parsonage. Are you feeling at all better now?"
Still struggling to make sense of all that was happening to her "I...I believe so. How came I here to this bed?" Reena questioned.
"You fainted, I believe," Edward replied. "And I carried you here so that my wife could attend you."
"I thank you again, kind sir. You have rendered me a service that I know not how to repay."
Just now, the housemaid entered and announced, "Mr. Ferras -- There is a Mrs. Wilson to see you. Shall I show her to the drawing room?"
"Yes, Mary. Please inform her that I shall be with her shortly," Edward instructed. Then turning to Elinor and Reena, "Now perhaps we may begin to understand things. Please excuse me," as he left to attend Mrs. Wilson.
Part 2 - Mrs. Wilson
Edward approached the drawing room and regarded Mrs. Wilson for a moment, for she was turned away from him, before he entered. "Mrs. Wilson, Good morning. To what do I owe the honor of this visit," Edward began as he crossed the portal, hoping to draw her out.
"Reverend Ferras," she turned to greet him. "-- I have come to you to beg your assistance with regards to a situation that threatens to tear apart my family," Mrs. Wilson began, her emotions running high.
"Please -- sit here," Edward said, gesturing to a chair. "I will aid you in any way that I can. Please --- continue."
"Reverend Ferras...I was in town yesterday and happened to discover that my youngest son, Robert, has evidently been seeing a young lady who it turns out is a ladies maid at Rosings."
"Yes, -- please continue," Edward replied, not wishing to reveal Reena's presence in the parsonage yet.
"When I returned home I mentioned this discovery to my husband, Daniel. I am afraid that he holds very strict views about some things. I do not always agree with them, but am powerless to change his mind regarding certain issues. Mr. Wilson became quite enraged upon learning of the connection of his son to someone of a different social class. He was even further incensed when it was revealed that she is not of 'pure English stock', if you take my meaning."
"Yes ma'am. I believe that I understand you," Edward said.
"To make matters worse, our older son, Tom, has just returned from Yorkshire and had received several letters from Robert. In the letters Robert had spoken of his growing attachment to the young lady, but did not reveal her status or birth lineage. I am certain that Robert must have realized what his Father's reactions would be and that is why the alliance has been concealed from us. Tom holds many of his Father's views. Tom felt that he had been deceived, because he had written to Robert and encouraged the match. Upon discovering the truth he left our home this morning in a rage."
"Mrs. Wilson," Edward queried. "Have you seen your son, Tom, again this morning since he left?"
"No. He rushed out but has not returned," she said, almost in tears.
"...And your husband? What of Mr. Wilson?"
"Daniel left shortly after Tom. He was in a highly agitated state. I feel certain that he was going to Rosings to confront the young lady."
"Mrs. Wilson...Please excuse me for a moment," Edward rose and left the room. A few moments later he returned leading the young lady along with Elinor behind him. "Mrs. Wilson...May I introduce Reena Bhalarao to you? --- Reena, this is Mrs. Wilson."
Mrs. Wilson immediately rose from her seat and looked tearfully at the young lady before her whose appearance was disheveled and manner was timid. Finally, resolutely "Good morning, Reena. I am very pleased to meet you."
"Good morning, ma'am," Reena curtsied.
"Whatever has happened to you," Mrs. Wilson asked with an air of concern.
"Mrs. Wilson,...Reena -- please be seated, for I believe that I have a story to tell and it may take a few moments," Edward began. He then conveyed to Mrs. Wilson the activities of the morning as relating to Tom Wilson.
As he was speaking Mrs. Wilson rose from her seat and went to Reena and embraced her. "You poor dear. I have no words that can fully express the shame and embarrassment that I feel for what my son has done to you."
"On no, Mrs. Wilson," Reena cried, attempting to accept the blame herself. "I know that the blame is all mine."
"No, Reena," Edward said. "You must not even think like that. Tom alone is to blame. No matter what his beliefs --- to carry out such an attack on your person is not to be condoned."
"Reverend Ferras. I must agree," Mrs. Wilson assented. "But would it be too much if I were to ask that you and your wife leave us alone for a moment? I believe that Reena and I have some things to discuss."
"Very well then. Elinor, come, let us leave them to themselves to resolve this," rising and leading his wife away.
Part 3
Mr. Huey returned to the library and reported "Mr. Fitzwilliam. We have searched the grounds and not discovered Miss Reena anywhere. We are continuing the search though, and I have even sent word to Hunsford to find if she is there."
"Have you sent word to the Parsonage," Richard ueried. "Perhaps Reverend Ferras may have news of her."
"No sir. I shall go there immediately myself," he replied taking his leave.
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On arriving at the parsonage Mr. Huey was informed that Reena was indeed within. He spoke for a time with Reverend Ferras regarding the appearance of Mr. Wilson at Rosings and the desire of his Master to have Reena attend them in the library there.
After speaking with Elinor, Edward decided that it would be better if the parties were to attend them at the parsonage, it being a sort of neutral ground. He advised Mr. Huey to inform the Fitzwilliams of Reena's presence and requested that he advise them that he felt it in Reena's best interest they attend her here. Edward was unsure of the happenings at Rosings and felt that Reena's personal safety could better be assured away from Rosings proper.
Next: Final decision.
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Chapter 16 - The Anvil
Richard, needing to keep the Darcys informed, took his leave of Mr. Wilson and Violetta. After apprising them and begging their forgiveness until the issue was better resolved, he returned to the drawing room.
His arrival coincided with Mr. Huey, who was now returned from the Parsonage and awaited him in the hallway. "Sir," Huey began. "May I speak with you a moment in private?"
"Yes, John. Has the young ladies whereabouts been discovered?"
"Yes sir. Miss Reena is at the Parsonage. Reverend Ferras begs your pardon, sir. It seems that the young lady was accosted this morning while walking on the lane, and he has given her refuge at his home."
"Good God! Has she been injured?" he cried.
"Oh no, sir....At least nothing more than a small cut and a bruise, sir."
"John...This has been a day of wonders. Does Mr. Ferras know who it was that attacked Reena?"
"Oh, yes sir. He has informed me that it was young Mr. Tom Wilson. I believe, the son of the gentleman in the library."
"Good Heavens! I can not understand all of this madness. Has the whole world gone insane?" he cried. "John, I am sorry. Please forgive me...it is just that events seem to be tumbling over themselves today." Richard struggled to control his feelings. "Thank you, John. You have been of great assistance. Mrs. Fitzwilliam and I will attend Reena shortly at the Parsonage." He then turned and entered the library.
"Mr. Wilson, I am afraid that Reena will not be able to see you today. It seems that she was attacked by your son, Tom, in the lane not far from here. She is now at the Parsonage, but under the circumstances I feel that it would be inappropriate for you to meet with her in your present state of mind. I am sure that she will be willing to meet with you, but on Reena's behalf --- I beg your indulgence at least until the morrow."
"You say that my son Tom has attacked her?" Wilson cried in disbelief.
"Yes sir. That is the report that I have been given. I suggest that you locate your son forthwith and demand an accounting. I assure you, sir --- such actions will not be permitted on this Estate. If necessary I will search out the constable on Reena's behalf."
"Very well then, Mr. Fitzwilliam. I shall await until tomorrow....Mr. Fitzwilliam,...Mrs. Fitzwilliam, please excuse me while I seek out my son Tom," Wilson said taking his leave.
Part 2
As Robert Wilson rode up the lane past the Parsonage he noticed that his mother's carriage and groomsman stood waiting close by. Suddenly he saw his father in the distance riding away from Rosings proper. Instantly he began to suspect something was amiss. He drove up beside the carriage and dismounted his High Flyer. Upon entering the Parsonage he was soon ushered into the drawing room where Reena and his mother sat in deep discussion.
"Mother?...Reena? What is the meaning of this," he asked in a state of confusion and concern - viewing Reena's still disheveled appearance.
It was not long before Mrs. Wilson had apprised him of his brother's actions of the morning. With tears in his eyes he turned to Reena and begged her forgiveness for Tom's actions. "I would rather have had my eyes torn from my head than to see such an injury as has been caused by my own brother. I had believed it possible that when my family met you, somehow the gulf that divides us could be bridged and they would love you for who you are....But I see now that that this will never be possible as long as we remain here."
"Mother,...Reena and I love each other dearly. I beg your forgiveness for not revealing this to you before. I should have done so before or found somewhat to let you know. I dreaded what Father and Tom's reactions would be, but in my heart I always felt certain that you would understand."
"I have dwelt on this issue at great length and determined that there was no way that Father could accept this of me. Having determined that I have searched the area and throughout London for a place that could offer the prospect of a better life for Reena and myself. I knew that tome stood to inherit the property and living after Father's death, leaving nothing for me.
"At one time I had considered the law as a profession, but found my heart was not content. I have always been partial to working with the tenants on our land -- helping them to devise new ways of improving the land. I could never be content in a position where I am always in stuffy old courtrooms, with craggy old men in their powdered wigs."
"I have not the training or delight in the army, nor of winning a place of glory on some foreign battlefield. My feelings for the Church run as deep as my faith in our precious Lord, but I could not become a man of the cloth.
"In short,...my nature and inclinations have always led me to a closer relationship with nature and the glorious out of doors. When I can sit amidst the bounties of nature, such as those found in a gloriously designed orchard; or helping to plan out the good regulation of crops so that the soil can be replenished. To see the joy in a farmer's eyes as he rises on early morn' to find the crops that he has planted burst forth rejoicing from the land he has toiled."
As Robert spoke, he had taken his place beside Reena. At first gently holding her hand as he spoke. Then...holding her close to him, one arm circled 'round her delicate waist.
"Oh Robert," Mrs. Wilson cried. "I am so ashamed. Your father and brother are so set in their beliefs. Reena and I have come to an understanding and I have given her my blessing. She has told me of your plans and I will support you if that is what you wish. I have some little money set aside that you may use as you please. I will send a note to my brother in London, and if you will visit him directly he will release the money to you."
"We thank you, Mrs. Wilson," Reena said. "You cannot know how much this means to us. I love your son with all of my heart and will do everything in my power to make him happy."
"Yes, mother. I can see now that Reena and I must take our leave immediately. We will travel northward to Scotland and there be married. Upon our return we will find temporary lodging in London until our ship sails. I will leave word with Uncle Hinton as to our exact date of departure if you wish to come and see us off. But now, we must inform the Fitzwilliams of our plans. I wish that it could be otherwise, but we have been left no other choice."
The trio embraced with tears of farewell.
"Now, come dearest one. We must meet with the Fitzwilliams. We owe them that much at least. Then you must pack a few things. I mean to set off this very afternoon and shake the dust of this county from my boots, never to return."
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Arriving at the Parsonage, Violetta and Richard now observed the carriage and groomsman, along with Robert's High Flyer standing outside. Reverend Ferras welcomed them to his home.
Part 2 - Violetta brings healing
"Violetta, Mr. Aswell has informed me that here has been an outbreak of smallpox at the Johnston farm," Richard said as they left the parsonage after meeting with Reena and Mrs. Wilson and her son.
"Has the Apothecary been called?" she questioned.
"Roger informs me that he went himself to call on the doctor in Hunsford.
"Richard,...do you know what treatment does he offer for this disease?"
"No, I am not at all familiar with doctor at all. Why do you ask?"
"I ask because there is a treatment that is very successful, but many of the doctors, both in London, and in smaller towns refuse to use it, mostly out of ignorance and prejudice. Can you send word and determine his methods?"
"Yes, Violetta. I will send someone...if it would please you."
"Yes Richard. I feel that it is a matter of life and death. I know of the treatment and do not wish ignorance to continue to cause grief and suffering where there is a better way."
Later that day when the information had been received that the Doctor would use a mixture of bleeding and laudanum to relieve his patient's ills Violetta spoke with Richard again.
"Richard, have you never wondered about these two scratch marks on my shoulder?"
"Yes, Precious. But I had assumed that you had been injured in some manner when you were younger and these were the remaining scars."
"No, Richard. This is a form of cure and preventative that has been discovered not long past by a surgeon from our area. We had a terrible outbreak of the pox when I was younger. At that time one of the Doctors, Edward Jenner, discovered a method by which he treated me and many of the people of our county. Many other physicians laugh and scoff at his treatment and make fun of his work. But I, and many others who survived the outbreak, have nothing but praise for his work. Many of the other doctors had patients that they treated with the bleeding and laudanum but most died, or ended with severe disfigurement."
"You must send word," she continued "to all of the local farms and locate some cattle which are sick with the cow pox. If such cattle be found, have one of them brought to the Johnston farm as quickly as possible. The method of treatment is simple and I, myself, having undergone the procedure can easily perform the task."
"Oh, Violetta. Are you sure that it is safe?" he cried.
"Yes, Richard. I am very sure. Please see that it is done quickly. Time is important."
Richard then sent out riders to the local farms and at last several cattle were located. One of these, upon being brought to the farm in a wagon, was tethered to a tree close to the house. Violetta, being the only one having received the treatment that provided her protection and immunity, went to the farmhouse alone.
Upon entering she explained to the family that she herself had received the treatment and suffered no ill consequence --other than a small rising on her shoulder for a period of time and a slight headache. After receiving the family's agreement to receive her help, Violetta took clean darning needles and, on the upper arms of each patient and family member, she scratched a small cross that lay the skin open. Matter was then removed from the postules of the cow and smeared into the open wounds of each. For those who were not yet ill the course of treatment was similar to that experienced by Violetta when she had received her treatment. For the members who were already ill, there was a process of about three days while they lay in fever and then gradually improved. The Father being the strongest of the lot was the first to arise from his sick bed. Other than several places where he had scratched the tops off of the infliction where there was some scarring, nearly all other symptoms of the disease had disappeared. The apothecary, who at first had been violently opposed to the process as disgusting and something unholy, had tried to prevent
Violetta from attempting it. He had now seen the true benefits of the cure and thereafter always sung Violetta's praises whenever he had the chance.
Richard always thereafter knew that he was in the care of a good physician whenever he had occasion to feel ill. The love and respect for the woman that he had married deepened through all of the years of their lives together.
Next: Two voyages to different destinies.
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By Chapter 17 - Different Destiny.
Part 1 - A Brighter Day
Robert and Reena had found happiness at long last. After their return from Scotland, where they had been married, Richard and Violetta had offered them the use of their London apartment that they had located with the aid of Elizabeth's Uncle Gardiner. The happy couple remained there for their final six weeks in England.
Robert's Father, true to his word, had disowned him for his marriage to Reena, and sworn never to see his face again. His brother Tom and he would never reconcile owing to the violence that he had attempted against Reena. Mrs. Wilson, though, had recognized the love that her son and wife had for each other and had been able to provide the young couple with the sum of three thousand pounds from her own purse.
Richard had helped the young couple also by making arrangements through his banker for references to have access to whatever credits the couple would need to help them build their new home and farm in the new world.
Part 2 - Dawn's first light - April 7, 1816
Richard was in a deep sleep when his nose began to twitch from a soft sensation. A few moments later there was a gentle tickling feeling behind his ear. Gradually his senses began to awaken and his eyes slowly opened, releasing that last bond of sleep. This time the tickling sensation affected his nose again and he could see the end of a feather slowly sliding back and forth.
Turning his head, now, he was delighted to find the feather was held in the hand of his beautiful wife. "Good morning, Precious. And what do you find so humourous, my love?" he questioned.
"Oh, Richard. I was just thinking back over the past year and how happy that you have made me. I never really knew what it was to be a woman until I found myself in your arms. I love you so much."
"My precious wife. I thank you for the compliment, and I wish to assure you that I never knew what a woman could mean to me before you came into my life. There have been so many times when I have looked at you and thanked God for the chance that brought us together. I look at you sometimes, and you take my breath away with your beauty. You have made my life complete, and I realize how very lucky that I am for you to have accepted me."
"I was so afraid," he continued "that day at Bullocks. I was so afraid that I would not say the right words, or that you might not be able to see the love that I hold in my heart for you. We had known each other for so short a time and had never yet been alone together. I hoped and prayed that I could somehow show you how very much that you had come to mean to me."
"And I," she responded. "I saw from that first day something within you that seemed to attract me,...to draw me to you. Indeed, I was not expecting your proposal so soon...but once you had began, I knew in my heart that you spoke the words that I needed and wanted to hear."
Richard smiled contentedly and reached over and pulled Violetta to him. His arms encircled her tenderly. Their lips searching each other out. "Violetta, I love you with all of my heart and soul," Richard whispered into her ear as they joined and became one.
"And I love you."
Part 3 - New Beginnings
Richard and Lord Cameron had contracted together and had an older ship refurbished with a huge steam boiler and out-paddles for propulsion. The vessel set out from Seine on the morning of April 7, 1816 headed for Paris, and now Richard and Violetta eagerly awaited word of her arrival. Many of Richard's dreams for the future were now tied up in this one venture. Hundreds of man hours of labor had gone into removing the masts, carving out a place for the boilers and installing the paddlewheel.
The joy that he felt in his heart that day was also tinged with sadness as he and Violetta bade farewell to another ship leaving that same day on a long voyage to America. The ship carried with it a small group of immigrants destined for a new life that offered the hope of an escape from poverty for some, and the leaving behind of prejudice and distrust for others.
Mrs. Wilson stood beside them, tears filling her eyes, knowing that this would, in all probability, be the last time that she would ever see her younger son. Remembering back to that afternoon in the Parsonage she took comfort in the sure knowledge that the woman who now stood beside her son was in every way worthy of him. She had seen into her secret heart and recognized that here was a woman of strength and endurance --- one whom she was proud to recognize as her daughter-in-law. Though they were to be parted from one another forever, she had made Reena promise to write as often as she could and tell her of their new life together.
The three who remained on shore waved their farewells; each lost in their own thoughts. Mrs. Wilson for the grandchildren she would never meet; Violetta for the life-long friend she was losing; and Richard for the stupidity of life and people's mistaken beliefs. How that it had nearly prevented his cousin Darcy from finding the love of his life and now, here, it had torn a family apart. "When will people ever learn?" he mumbled to himself.
"Did you say something, dearest?" Violetta said.
"No, Precious. I was just thinking about how things often turn out so differently than when we originally begin to plan them."
Part 4 - Returning Home
"One year ago today, I held in my arms that most precious of gifts," Richard spoke tenderly to Violetta as their carriage crossed into Kent. "Your trust and faith in my love brought us together at the church that day. I knew that God had given me this precious gift, a delicate and tender flower, blossoming new-born in my arms. That day I had sworn to treasure and protect you all the days of my life."
"What I did not realize or fully comprehend," he continued "on that blessed day was your own promise to me. During this past year I have seen in you not only the beauty of that fresh born rose, but the strength of a mighty oak. We have endured many trials and tribulations. We have suffered loss and known joy and have stood side-by-side at each bend in the road."
"Violetta, you are the jewel of my life and the precious treasure of my soul. I renew my pledge to you this day to have and to hold you all the days of my life."
Violetta knew little how to respond to so eloquent a peech. "Oh, Richard. I love you so much. You have honored me with your words more than I can say. The tears that you see flowing so freely down my cheeks are but that 'rain of joy' from my heart....Come, hold me close, my love. You have truly given me an anniversary present beyond compare."
As the carriage rolled closer to Rosings, Richard pulled the curtains of the barouche closed as they approached. "Let us close out the world for a moment, my love. I wish to spend some time alone with my wife. You look so very beautiful this evening. I was so happy that the new maid was able to work such wonders with your hair. I don't believe that I have ever seen it so beautiful....And your new gown. You look so ravishing in it...I feel so badly that I just had not the strength to attend the ball at the Winans this evening. It is just so far away and we have had such a long day....Can you ever forgive me?"
"Dearest Richard. You know that I do. I had only wanted to attend because it has been so long since we have danced together. You are such a graceful dancer and I had wanted to be held by you to the strains of some beautiful melody. But, yes. I do understand. There will come another time. I will be patient."
Richard lifted her hand to his lips. "I love you so much, Violetta....Oh, I had almost forgotten!" Richard reached underneath the seat cushion --- "Happy Anniversary, my love," handing her a small package.
"Oh, Richard....This means so much to me. Our very first anniversary," she squealed in delight. "Tell me, what is
it?"
"No, my Precious. You must open the case yourself," he said.
Tearing off the paper covering she was delighted to find a small music box within. Raising the lid, the carriage was soon filled with the soft sounds of one of Violetta's favorite melodies.
"I promise you, my love. We shall dance to this melody before we rest tonight," he said as the carriage rolled up to the main entrance. "And now --- most precious light of my life, will you allow your husband to accompany his beautiful bride into her home?" He took her hand and led her up the steps.
Stopping in front of the door, Richard paused and looked at his wife. "Violetta, would you do the honor of opening the door this one time?"
"Very well, Richard. But this is all so strange..." she said grasping the handle. "Where is Mr. Huey? Should he not be here?
"Yes, my love. I believe that he is within. If you will but release the handle I am sure that we will find him shortly.
Releasing the handle, Violetta saw the door slowly open before her, revealing her home decked out with ribbons and flowers. Also revealed within were a large group of her friends and family from Essex and new friends from Hunsford. At the head of the line were her parents, and their friends - the Winans.
"Surprise!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Richard...," Violetta smiled lovingly back at him. "Just you wait!! --- I'm going to get you for this!!"
The end.
***The first crossing of the English Channel by steamboat occurred with the arrival in Paris of a vessel that departed Seine on April 7 and arrived in Paris on April 9th, 1816. The vessel set a speed record of 60 hours for the trip and the age of the sail was soon ended.
Book 3 (the final section) of Colonel Fitzwilliam's story is currently envisioned for a time period set roughly in the year 1826. I have quite a bit more research to complete for this year, before I can continue.
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