Part 8 (1/2)
”No, of course not, don't be silly. She's sad, but no more than you or me...” Ceci stopped abruptly, looked off into the distance.
Miles probed, ”What is it? I know that look on your face only too well.”
”It's just that ... well, she had a fall in the woods a few weeks ago. She was worried about a bad bruise on her face. It got better quickly, but she didn't want your father to know. Daphne kept quiet about her fall, so it must be our secret, Miles. Promise me.”
”I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. I understand about her problem, you know. Father has his heart set on her marrying the son of a duke, and she's acutely aware of her great beauty. But then who isn't. Anyway, she wouldn't want Papa to know she'd fallen. He'd chastise her for being careless. He's drilled it into her for years that her beauty is her greatest a.s.set.”
”That must be a big responsibility for her to carry,” Cecily muttered, making a face.
Miles nodded. ”It's made Daphne cautious, very careful. She knows she can't damage her face, or any part of her body.” He looked at Cecily with his warm, steady gaze, added in a lower voice, ”You're beautiful, too, Ceci.” Leaning across the food in the middle of the car rug, he kissed her on the cheek. ”And you're my special girl. You are, aren't you?”
Whenever he kissed her like this, or spoke in this affectionate manner, Cecily turned bright pink, and she did so now, really blus.h.i.+ng. Looking at him from under her long, dark eyelashes, she whispered, ”Yes, and you're my special boy, aren't you?”
He offered her a loving smile, nodded, and finished his sandwich.
Cecily picked up the silver mug, which she knew Hanson had relegated to the kitchen because it was dented. She drank some of the lemonade, and then glanced at the crest engraved on the side. ”Loyalty binds me,” she said. She knew that motto by heart; she had heard it all her life.
Miles smiled at her, his blue eyes full of admiration for Cecily, whom he had grown up with and couldn't imagine being away from for very long. He heard a faint noise and glanced behind him. Footsteps were coming down the path, and he wondered who it was. He sat up, fully alert.
It was Genevra who appeared, and came to a sudden stop the moment she saw them, obviously taken by surprise.
”Aw, liddle Miss Swann. And Master Ingham himself, come a courtin'.” She laughed, pirouetted, drew closer to them, peering at Miles. Suddenly she asked, ”The Lady Daphne? How be she?”
Miles simply stared at her, speechless, not knowing how to answer her.
Cecily jumped to her feet. ”What do you mean, Genevra?” she demanded.
”Be she better?” Genevra asked.
”She's not better, because she's not been ill!” Cecily exclaimed sharply, glaring at her.
”I know that, liddle Cecily.”
The gypsy girl looked from Cecily to Miles. She held his gaze for the longest moment, and she saw the light around him, saw his destiny in a flash. Immediately her eyes settled on Cecily, and her heart leapt when she caught a glimpse of her future, as she had only a month ago.
Without saying anything, Genevra turned around and walked away. She stood for a moment, when she came to the edge of the bluebell woods, gazing up at Cavendon sitting there high on the hill. Her eyes swept over its glittering windows; the sheen on its walls was like a coating of silver. Blinking in the intense brightness, she closed her eyes.
When she opened them a moment later, the great house looked dark, ominous, and the future was so clearly visible to her she was startled. A s.h.i.+ver ran through her. Nothing had been so clear to her ever before.
Genevra, the Romany girl with the gift of sight, ran into the fields, tears blinding her as she ran. She could not change anything. What was meant to be was meant to be. Que sera sera.
Sixteen.
Alice Swann walked down the corridor to Lady Daphne's bedroom, carrying three lovely summer frocks for her. They had been altered to fit her, were freshly ironed, and Alice hoped they would bring a smile to her face, cheer her up.
Over the last week Alice had become concerned about the seventeen-year-old, who seemed lost, helpless, and lacking in enthusiasm for anything, even everyday, simple things.
Arriving at the room, Alice knocked, and when there was no answer she turned the k.n.o.b, only to discover the door was firmly locked. Drawing closer to it, she said in a low, urgent voice, ”Lady Daphne, it's me, Mrs. Alice. Please let me in. I have your dresses.”
When there was no sound, Alice knocked again, rapping a little harder. There were m.u.f.fled sounds from behind the door and finally she heard the key being turned. The door was opened just a crack, and Alice slipped in swiftly. When she saw the state Daphne was in, she was alarmed and locked the door immediately.
The girl was standing there, looking forlorn and somewhat disheveled. She had obviously been crying and her eyes were red rimmed, her hair rumpled, and her clothes seemed to have been thrown on without much care.
”Whatever is it, Lady Daphne?” Alice asked as she walked across to her.
Daphne said nothing, simply stared blankly at Alice, her face a picture of dismay. She started to say something, and stopped abruptly.
Alice showed her the dresses. ”Look, Lady Daphne, the summer chiffons. They're ready for parties coming up. You'll look lovely in them, I'm certain of that.”
”Thank you,” Daphne whispered, and immediately fell silent again.
Walking across to the wardrobe, Alice put them inside, sliding the hangers onto the rail, and closing the door. She returned to the middle of the room, and firmly took hold of the young woman's elbow, ushered her over to the sofa.
”Please sit down, Lady Daphne, and tell me what's the matter. You know I will help you if I can, and you know you can trust me.”
Daphne became distressed. Tears began to run down her pale cheeks, splas.h.i.+ng onto her hands clasped in her lap. Alice noticed at once that she was trembling, and there was such a stricken look in her eyes Alice was afraid. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. Her heart plummeted, and she hoped to G.o.d her worst fear wasn't about to come true. Pulling a side chair over, Alice sat down in it, and reached out, took hold of Daphne's hand, held it tightly in hers.
Her voice was low, gentle, when she said, ”Take a deep breath, Lady Daphne, and tell me why you are so troubled.”
Lady Daphne Ingham, second daughter of the Earl of Mowbray, the family's great beauty of whom so much was expected, whom everyone believed would one day marry a duke's son, could not speak. For days she had been in a stunned state of disbelief, hardly able to function, and now she was running out of excuses for spending so much time alone in her room. She did not know what to do, or where to turn, except to Mrs. Alice, who had told her not to trust anyone except her parents and the Swanns. But she could not go to her parents. That was unthinkable.
Endeavoring to control her swimming senses, Daphne groped for the handkerchief in her pocket and dried her eyes. She looked at Alice Swann, and nodded, but once again she discovered she could not speak. The words just wouldn't come out. She was unable to say them.
Leaning closer to the young woman, Alice murmured, sotto voce, ”Are you pregnant?”
Daphne drew back swiftly, staring at Alice, a terrified expression settling on her face. She began to shake uncontrollably. Tears swam in her bright blue eyes. Suddenly she began to sob. Then unexpectedly she reached out to Alice, who pulled her closer, held her tightly in her arms, endeavoring to calm her, fully understanding the girl's dilemma.
Daphne whispered, ”I've missed two periods, and I'm now sick every morning.”
Oh my G.o.d, Alice thought, this is a disaster. Whatever are we going to do? An earl's daughter pregnant out of wedlock. That was ruinous to any family, and the grander the family the worse it was. The Inghams would be shattered when they found out. Charlotte, she thought, I've got to go to Charlotte. Only she can work this out, help the earl and the countess. They trust her implicitly, and she's very clever, brilliant in certain ways.
Releasing Daphne from her tight embrace, Alice said, ”This is a dreadful problem, you know that as well as I do. But I think we can prevent a huge disaster for the family if we handle it correctly.”
”What do you mean?” Daphne asked, patting her eyes with her hankie. ”Handle it how? My ... condition is not going to go away.”
”No, it isn't, but there are ways to conceal the condition, shall we say. Ways to make certain things ... invisible.”
Daphne bit her lip, shaking her head. ”My parents are going to be furious, Papa in particular-”
”Let's not think about that at this exact moment, Lady Daphne,” Alice cut in. ”Just leave things to the Swanns for the moment. I have to speak to Charlotte. She will come up with a plan, I promise you. In the meantime, I want you to do something for me, and for yourself. And it's very important.”
”What do you wish me to do, Mrs. Alice? I'll do anything if it helps.”