Mary Rose couldn’t understand her aunt’s obsession with such superficial matters. The behavior of the upper crust puzzled her. Women, it seemed, spent most of their days changing their clothes. Mary Rose was expected to wear a riding habit in the morning, then change to a day dress, then a tea gown, and finally put on an elegant dinner gown. It seemed to her that she was always running up the stairs to put on something different.
Women weren’t supposed to engage men in conversation about political matters either. It wasn’t considered ladylike to show one’s intelligence. Did she wish to embarrass Harrison by behaving like an equal? No, no, of course she didn’t, her aunt decreed. Mary Rose must learn to talk about home and family. She must present a smile to the world, and if she wanted to argue or criticize, well then, that was what her staff was for. It was perfectly all right to find fault with the servants.
Mary Rose didn’t tell her aunt what she thought about her opinions. She knew she frustrated her relatives. She wanted to please her aunts and her father, and so each morning she vowed to try a little harder to live up to everyone’s expectations. Her Aunt Barbara suggested she think of herself as a blank canvas and let them create a masterpiece.
August and most of September were spent preparing her for her place in society. Mary Rose learned all about the hierarchy amongst the titled gentlemen and ladies, who was interested in what, those she should avoid and those she should be especially nice to, and on and on and on, until her mind became cluttered with all the unimportant details she mustn’t dare forget.
She spent her afternoons being tutored while she sat with her cousins in the conservatory of her father’s home learning how to do needlework and other crafts.
Lord Elliott continued to pile work on Harrison. He was sent from one end of England to another on business matters, and on those rare occasions when he returned to his wife, she inevitably broached the subject of going home. Harrison put her off by telling her to wait a little longer before she made her decision.
He also gave her constant praise, so much so that she began to wonder why he liked what was being done to her.
Her last spurt of rebellion came just the day before she was to attend her very first ball. She found her Aunt Lillian in her bedroom going through her clothes.
“What are you doing, Aunt Lillian?”
“Ann Marie told me you’re still wearing these crinolines, Victoria. They’re out of fashion now. Don’t you remember, dear? The tighter skirts are in. Shouldn’t you think about throwing them out?”
Mary Rose was appalled by the idea. Throwing away perfectly good underskirts had to be sinful. She vehemently argued with her aunt.
A tug-of-war resulted. The underskirt her aunt was trying to take and Mary Rose was trying to keep ended up being torn in half. In the midst of the struggle, buckshot clattered to the floor.
“What in the name of God is that?” her aunt wanted to know.
“It’s buckshot, Aunt Lillian. My friend Blue Belle suggested I sew some into the hems of my underskirts to weigh them down. The wind can sometimes become strong enough to blow a lady’s skirts up over her head in the West.”
Lillian was so appalled by her explanation, she had to sit down. She ordered Ann Marie to fetch her smelling salts and then patted the seat next to her and suggested to Mary Rose that they have another nice long talk.
Mary Rose knew what was coming. Her aunt wanted to assure her for the hundredth time that she and the family only had her best interests at heart. She would also fell her never to mention putting buckshot in her skirt hems again.
The family moved into their London quarters late that afternoon, and the following evening she was duly presented to her father’s friends and associates at a formal ball in honor of her marriage.
She wore a beautiful ivory evening gown with matching gloves. Her hair was swept up into a cluster of curls and secured with sapphire clips. The dress was dangerously low cut, in keeping with the current fashion, and her maid had to assure her several times she really wasn’t going to spill out of the bodice.
“You look like Lady Victoria,” she whispered once she’d finished fussing with her mistress’s curls.
Harrison almost missed his own party. He had just returned to London two hours before. He looked exhausted to her. Her husband stood with her father in the entryway and watched her walk down the stairs. Elliott was fairly overwhelmed by his daughter. He grabbed hold of Harrison’s arm to steady himself and whispered, “I see my Agatha when I gaze upon Victoria.”
Mary Rose could see how happy her father was. She reached the bottom of the steps and executed a perfect curtsy. Her aunts and uncle stood in the background watching. Tears filled her Aunt Lillian’s eyes as she watched her niece.
“Well done, Victoria,” she praised. “Well done.”
Harrison was the only one not pleased with what he was seeing. He wanted his wife to go back upstairs and put on something less revealing.
“She’ll catch a cold,” he argued.
“Nonsense,” Aunt Lillian scoffed. “She’ll wear her new jacket and be just fine.”
Eleanor kept them waiting another fifteen minutes. She finally came down the stairs dressed in a pale green evening gown. She stared at Aunt Lillian for approval, and when the woman gave her a brisk nod and a quick smile, Eleanor beamed with pleasure.
Harrison was helping Mary Rose put on her fur jacket when Aunt Lillian spotted her gold chain.
“Where are your sapphires?” she asked.
“Upstairs,” Mary Rose answered. “I wanted to wear my locket and Ann Marie told me I couldn’t wear both.”
“It won’t do, dear. Why, the chain looks tarnished. Take it off this instant. Edward, run upstairs and fetch the sapphires.”
“She wants to wear her locket,” Harrison announced. “It has special meaning to her, and to me.”
Her father also decided to champion her cause, and two men against one woman should have weighed the outcome in their favor. It didn’t though. As usual, Aunt Lillian was a force to be reckoned with. A battle would have ensued if Mary Rose hadn’t graciously given in.
She asked the butler to take her locket upstairs and put it on her desk. She also added the request that he be careful with it.
Aunt Lillian stopped frowning once the sapphire necklace was clipped around Mary Rose’s neck.
“Do you ever get to win?” Harrison asked her on the way out the door.
“No, but that isn’t important,” she answered. “My aunt has my best interests at heart.”
Harrison wasn’t at all certain about her Aunt Lillian’s motives, but because Mary Rose didn’t seem upset by the woman’s constant bullying, he decided not to make an issue out of the necklace now.
Mary Rose was filled with excitement. She felt like a princess in a fairy tale. She was determined to make her father proud of her and said several hasty prayers that she wouldn’t do anything to embarrass any of her relatives.
The ball was held at Montrouse Mansion. Mary Rose stood between her husband and her father as she was introduced to well-wishers. She met the Duke and Duchess of Tremont and found them both delightful. The duke was quite old, befuddled too, because he kept calling her Lady Agatha and whispering what a miracle it all was.
No one corrected the man. She looked up at Harrison to see what he thought about the man’s misconception. He winked at her.
She didn’t believe she made very many mistakes. Her father and her aunts seemed pleased with her performance. It was a strain, though, to suffer everyone’s curiosity. A baron with sideburns nearly reaching his mouth begged for a dance, and while she was being twirled about the floor, he asked her if she had ever seen any of those savage Indians he’d read about. He didn’t give her time to form an answer, but added the comment that he supposed she hadn’t, given the fact that she was raised by a God-fearing family in St. Louis.
Mary Rose didn’t set the baron straight. When the dance was finished, she went in search of her husband
. She spotted him standing in front of the French doors that led out onto the balcony. He was in deep conversation with another man she hadn’t met yet. Whatever the topic was, it obviously irritated Harrison, for his jaw was clenched and there was a frosty look in his eyes.
Aunt Lillian intercepted her. “Your Uncle Daniel and Aunt Johanna have just arrived. Come and meet them, dear.”
“Yes, of course,” she agreed. “Aunt Lillian? Did you tell the baron I was just dancing with that I used to live in St. Louis?”
Her aunt didn’t immediately answer her. She clasped hold of Mary Rose’s arm and led her around the dancing couples. Mary Rose was too curious to let the subject go. She made the assumption her aunt was responsible and prodded her into telling her why she’d lied.
“It wasn’t a lie, my dear, just a little fabrication. It’s easier for everyone to accept you. St. Louis isn’t as primitive, and there aren’t many uncouth people living there. I have it on good authority they’re quite cultured. I won’t have anyone mocking you, Victoria. After tonight, no one would dare, of course. You’re the most refined young lady here. I’m so proud of you. We all are. Your mother’s surely smiling down on you with pride. There’s Daniel now. He doesn’t look at all like your father, does he?”
Mary Rose gave up trying to make sense out of her aunt’s convoluted motives. She wasn’t ashamed of where she’d grown up, but Aunt Lillian seemed to think she should be. The older woman didn’t understand what a wonderful life she’d had, of course. How could she? Mary Rose was never allowed to talk about it.
Her father’s brother seemed to be genuinely happy to meet her. His wife stood by his side, and after she’d gotten over her surprise and made the comment, as everyone else had, that Mary Rose looked so very like her mother, she embraced her niece and welcomed her into the family.
Mary Rose liked Daniel, but she decided to wait before she formed an opinion about Lady Johanna. If her aunt joined the others and began pecking at her, she wasn’t going to like her much at all.
As was her habit, when she felt herself becoming nervous, she reached up to touch her locket. The link with her family comforted her. She felt a moment of panic when she touched the jeweled necklace, then took a deep breath, told herself she was being foolish, and tried once again to pay attention to what her Uncle Daniel was telling her about his family’s exhausting holiday.
Mary Rose’s glance kept returning to Harrison. She was finally able to excuse herself and go to her husband. She wanted to tell him to stop frowning, but the other gentleman was standing next to him, and she wasn’t about to criticize him in front of a stranger.
Harrison’s friend, Nicholas, joined her. He introduced himself, bowed low, and then smiled at her. He was an extremely handsome man, with dark hair and eyes. He was almost as tall as Harrison was, wire thin, and oozed charm.
“Congratulations, Lady Victoria. I wish you and Harrison the best.”
“Thank you, sir,” she answered.
“Shall we go and save your husband from the biggest gossip in London?”
She put her hand on his arm and walked by his side. “What is his name?”
“The bore,” Nicholas answered.
Mary Rose laughed. The sound of her amusement turned several heads. She quickly schooled her expression. “He isn’t boring Harrison.”
“No, he isn’t,” Nicholas agreed. “Your husband is trying to hold on to his temper.”
Mary Rose was introduced to Sidney Madison a moment later. She had already decided she didn’t like him because he was a rumor spreader, and his manners only confirmed her opinion. Adam would have called him a fop, and Sidney Madison wouldn’t have lasted five minutes in Blue Belle. He was an effeminate man with overly long fingernails she thought distasteful. His manners were very affected too.
She put her hand on Harrison’s arm and stood by his side while Madison finished telling a story about his recent experience in New York City. Nicholas stood on her other side with his hands clasped behind his back. The sparkle, she noticed, was gone from his eyes. Nicholas seemed to be as miserable as Harrison obviously was. Her husband gripped the glass he was holding in his right hand, and she. noticed his other hand was fisted at his side.
It had been a perfect evening thus far, and Mary Rose didn’t want to have it ruined for her husband or her father. Harrison was the guest of honor, after all; he shouldn’t have to suffer the bore’s presence another minute.
She decided to separate the two. “Might I have a word in private?” she asked her husband.
“I’ve taken up too much of your husband’s time, haven’t I?” Madison asked. He turned to Harrison once again. “Congratulations to you. It was very clever of you to marry Victoria in America before she found out. Very clever indeed. I commend you.”
Harrison knew he was being baited by the son-of-a-bitch. He silently counted to ten and vowed not to say another word.
Nicholas leaned forward. “Before his wife found out what, Madison?”
“Why, what she’s worth, of course.” He smiled after giving the insult.
Mary Rose heard Nicholas’s indrawn breath a scant second before Harrison succumbed to one of his spells. He kept his gaze directed on the crowd in front of him, but she could see the hard glint that came into his eyes. Harrison suddenly reminded her of Cole. Her brother always got that peculiar gleam in his eyes just before he was going to ...
Dear God. “Don’t,” she whispered to her husband.
It was already too late. If she hadn’t been watching him closely, she would have missed his attack on the Englishman. With lightning speed, the back of Harrison’s fist slammed into Madison’s face. The man flew backward into the doors, put both of his hands up to his nose, and let out a low cry of alarm.
Harrison didn’t even blink. He did smile, though, and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. He didn’t even bother to look at Madison to find out what damage he’d caused.
Nicholas’s mouth dropped open. Just as Madison was recovering his balance, Harrison’s friend whispered, “What did you just do?”
“This.”
And then he struck Madison once more. The Englishman again went staggering backward. Mary Rose was horrified. Harrison turned and smiled at her.
“Shall we dance, sweetheart?”
And so they did. Nicholas’s laughter followed them onto the dance floor.
“You’re having one of your spells, aren’t you, Harrison.”
He took her into his arms and began to move to the music. “It’s about time, isn’t it? How are you holding up? I’ve missed talking to you. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” she answered. “Did my father see what you did?”
“If the expression on his face is any indication, I would have to conclude he did. He just dropped his glass.”
“Oh, Lord,” she whispered. “If you’ve gone and ruined it for my father and his sisters, there will be hell to pay.”
Harrison pulled her close. “Ruin what?”
“Their evening of course.”
“The night belongs to you, sweetheart, not your relatives. Did I embarrass you?”
She had to think about it a long minute before she admitted the truth. “No, you didn’t embarrass me. Quit gloating, Harrison, and try to look contrite. My father’s on his way over to us.”
Elliott blocked their retreat. “What in heaven’s name have you done, son?”
Mary Rose grabbed hold of her husband’s hand. “Don’t ask him. He’ll want to show you. He’s having a spell. Father. I believe I should take him outside for some fresh air.”
She wanted to get him alone so she could order him to behave himself. He wasn’t living in the West now. He was in London, for the love of God.
Mary Rose wasn’t given the opportunity to be alone with her husband until they returned that night to her father’s London house.
Ann Marie helped her get ready for bed, and she was just getting under the covers when Harris
on came in.
She bolted upright. “Did you break that man’s nose?”
“Probably.”
“You aren’t sorry?”
“No, I’m not. He insulted me. How was I supposed to react?”
“You were supposed to think before you reacted,” she instructed him.
He shrugged, dismissing the incident. “I have to go to Germany the day after tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“On business for your father. I’m trying to get everything tied up for him. I know it’s been difficult for you. I wish I could stay here to help . . .”
“May I go with you?”
“No, your father isn’t about to let you out of his sight, sweetheart. He’s already planned your schedule for the next four months. He wants to show you off. I’m trying to let him enjoy himself and not have to worry about his business concerns. We have some pressing cases to settle. Try to understand.”
“Is that why we moved into his city house and not yours?”
“Your father doesn’t want you to be lonely while I’m away.”
He couldn’t give her the exact length of time he would be away. She tried not to feel abandoned. As his wife, she realized her duty was to support and encourage him.
“I will be understanding,” she promised.
Harrison sat down on the side of the bed and pulled her into his arms. “I wish . . .”
“What do you wish?”
She leaned into him. “That we had more time together. When am I going to see your Highlands?”
“Soon,” he promised. “Try to be patient with your father, all right? He still hasn’t recovered from the surprise of having you back. He needs time to get to know you.”
Mary Rose didn’t argue with Harrison. She tried to push her own wants aside. Her father had suffered long years, and it was her duty to give him as much peace and joy as she could. Adam had told her she had a responsibility to comfort him. Surely she could stand a little more homesickness, couldn’t she?
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