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Early in the morning, a servant delivered a message from Jake to meet at a tavern later in the afternoon. It seemed his friend was eager to hear about last night's rendezvous. He tossed the message aside with a touch of irritation and proceeded to his study. As usual, his morning time was taken up with administration. He finished the tasks before lunchtime, because today he'd planned to go downtown to check another business of his.Dressed inconspicuously in a brown morning coat and matching breeches, Matthew made his way out through the rear entrance and into the remote alleyway in the back of the building. The weather was nice so he decided to go on foot. Once he reached the main street, he pulled his hat low over his eyes and put his hands in his pockets. Strolling along the sidewalk, he wandered at a leisure pace, enjoying the anonymity of a commoner as he blended with other passersby. Strange how after so many things had changed, some things remained the same. He still preferred
"What about us having dinner tomorrow?""I... I'd love to...""Very well. I'll see you at half past nine?""That would be perfect."Afraid that he might see her nervousness, she was relieved when Matthew glanced down to check his pocket watch. "Maggie, I need to stop by the tavern. I'll see you later at home."He knocked on the roof and the carriage pulled up at the roadside. Marguerite managed to maintain a composed facade but once the carriage door shut in his wake, she slumped back against her seat. Closing her eyes, she took a long, calming breath. She couldn't help smiling to herself as she pressed a hand over her pounding heart.Matthew finally invited her for dinner! Whatever he wanted to talk about, it must be important. She didn't know if she was imagining it but it sounded like he was going to confess his feelings for her, or something like that.Suddenly a sparkly thing beneath a velvet cushion caught her eye. She pushed the pillow aside and found a silver, gem-studded poc
A light knock sounded at Marguerite's door before the wooden panel swung inward and Bill Wagner, Matthew's right hand man appeared there."You wish to see me?""Come in, Bill."Wagner closed the door before entering, and stopped in the middle of the room."Please have a seat."Marguerite signaled to the chair across her, but he remained where he stood."Is there anything I can help you with, Mags?"Marguerite always admired Wagner's straightforwardness, though some people might take it for rudeness. Goddard had trusted him for more than twenty years for a reason, and her father was never wrong."There's something I need to know."She took her time to consider her words. After a long pause, she brought herself to ask, "Do you know if Matthew has been seeing someone? A woman?""Not to my knowledge."Reaching to her side, she took the pocket mirror and showed it to Wagner."Bill, I found this in the carriage, and Ewan told me that last night Matthew went to the opera and spent time with
The moment she arrived at the paneled door to Matthew's office, Marguerite suddenly felt an almost overwhelming urge to flee. It took hours for her to gird herself for the 'investigation', but at the last minute, she felt her resolve weakening. She turned to leave, but stopped after a few steps, turning back and starting for the door again. She took a deep, steadying breath, and before she could change her mind again, she raised her hand and knocked three times. Her heart leapt when she heard Matthew's voice from within the room."Come in."Drawing another fortifying breath, Marguerite turned the knob and gently pushed the door open.On the other side of the room, Matthew sat behind a huge mahogany desk, his head bent down as he scribbled with a quill pen. When he glanced up from the paper, he appeared slightly taken aback to see Maggie instead of one of the casino staff."Maggie. I thought you'd gone to the foster home."At the mention of the place, Marguerite felt a little pang of g
Any other woman, the unmarried ones to be precise, would be ecstatic to attend a masquerade ball, but Lady Arabella Winthrop found this sort of thing dull and tedious, she might just as well stay home and sleep the entire evening. Over the past ten years, she'd had her fair share of all manner of balls and social gatherings. In her opinion, such events served no purpose other than to see and be seen, to show off, and, particularly for ladies, to display themselves like some purchasable goods for the men to assess based on their physical features and the amount of their dowry.None of those appealed to her, so as usual she refused to go, but this time her mother wouldn't let her. The Viscountess got her all dressed up and practically dragged her to the party, turning a deaf ear to her vigorous protests. As if it weren't bad enough, the older woman continued to scold Arabella for her errant ways throughout the ride, not pausing an instant to draw breath. Unable to endure the torture for
Not expecting her to remember him after all these years, a sudden wave of overwhelming joy engulfed him."Bella..." For a second, Arabella completely forgot the grudge she'd been holding against him."Matthew, how could you get in the party? Are you a worker here?"Then recollection of the past rushed back, and pain of betrayal scorched her once again. Her expression turned cold, her voice infused with contempt when she spoke again."Don't tell me now you're sneaking into noble parties to steal."The chilly note in her voice caught him off guard. He blinked in confusion as she continued,"Who'd you deceive to let you in this time? Some lovestruck maid? Or the lady of the house herself?""Bella, what do you mean?""Please, Matthew. Why don't you stop acting like you're innocent? I'll wager the spoons got you a lot.""Spoons? What spoons?""Seems like it's been too long that you'd forgotten about it. I'm talking about the spoons you stole before you vanished.""You mean, the antique sp
Sitting in front of her dressing table, Marguerite kept her head up straight when Mary arranged her hair into an intricately braided coiffure. As she stared back at her reflection in the mirror, inwardly she rehearsed the words she'd prepared to say in response to Matthew's love confession. Matthew's love confession. She felt heat spread throughout her chest and into the roots of her hair only thinking about that. She wondered how Matthew would begin the conversation.Would he take her hand in his, then gaze into her eyes before telling her? And after he declares his love for her, would he... would he kiss her?Marguerite snapped out of her thoughts when suddenly Cook burst into the room. Heading straight up toward her, the woman announced,"Maggie! Bill Wagner told me Master Matthew is going to propose to you tonight. He's even got the ring!"Marguerite's lips dropped open as the unexpected news left her dazed. Somewhere amidst her bewilderment she heard Mary's delighted squeal."O
Once Matthew jumped into the vehicle, the whip snapped and the carriage ran at the speed of the wind. The bumpy road made him bounce around his seat, and suddenly lurched forward when the vehicle swung hard to the right, almost sending him crashing on the wall across from him. Soon he realized that instead of following Arabella's carriage from a safe distance, his driver was trying to come abreast with it. Thumping his fist on the roof, he called out,"Ewan, slow down a bit! We are not chasing them. We are following them and we don't want them to know.""Very well, Sir!"He heard Ewan shout over the rumble of wheels. The carriage established a moderate pace afterwards, and after almost half an hour's drive, it gradually slowed down. Knowing that he had arrived at the end of the pursuit, he peered through the window.Moonlight slanted across the empty street in front of a two story house surrounded by an ornate iron fence. A distance away from him, the Winthrop's carriage had pulled up