by Linda Ford
“Yes, my lady.”
Feeling the hour of reckoning had come, Maddie gathered her gifts and followed her employer.
* * *
“I’ll not say I’m happy with your conduct, Madeleine. You behaved with the utmost lack of decorum. Never forget your father is a respected curate—in a small parish, to be sure, but respected, nonetheless. If you’re not thinking of yourself, at least think of him and his reputation among his flock.
“With this in view, I shall overlook your conduct this time. But, I warn you, I shall not be so merciful the next time. You must respect the office of your employment here.”
Maddie bit her lip to keep from protesting. Her cheeks grew red. She could hardly believe the older woman would drag her father into the conversation. What had Maddie done? She couldn’t fathom that a hike in the Scottish Highlands would be seen as such a wicked thing. “Yes, my lady,” she finally managed in a quiet tone. “It won’t happen again.”
“I realize the fault is not entirely yours. I have spoken to my nephew and made him see that conventions here in England cannot be ignored, regardless of what type of civilization—or lack of it—he is accustomed to in the Middle East.”
“Yes, my lady.” She was still grappling with understanding what terrible crime she had committed, but now she felt doubly bad on Mr. Gallagher’s behalf. He shouldn’t have to endure his aunt’s reprimand for offering Maddie an experience in the out-of-doors.
“Now, you may sit with me awhile and read to me from Dr. Hickey’s sermons. I suggest you turn to the one on the ‘wages of sin.’ I believe it was found in the previous chapter.”
“Yes, my lady.” Maddie fetched the heavy tome and took a seat.
Three-quarters of an hour later, Maddie finally exited Lady Haversham’s room, the stinging words of the sermon reverberating.
She made it back to her room, her mind slightly dazed. How had her life gotten so topsy-turvy in a few short weeks? She’d always prided herself on her decorum, her conduct at all times above reproach in the households where she’d worked.
She collapsed on the chair at the writing desk, bringing her palms up to her cheeks, which still felt warm at the reprimand. At least Lady Haversham had not dismissed her. Maddie tried to feel grateful, but at the moment all she wanted was to give her employer a few choice words and leave, never looking back.
The thought of never seeing Mr. Gallagher again stopped her. He’d been nothing but kindness itself. She closed her eyes and fisted her hands against her cheeks, trying to stem the emotions that flooded her at the thought of this gentleman, so different from any she had ever met.
A wave of despair assailed her whenever she thought of the future without him. Lord, forgive me for getting distracted with such worldly thoughts. Help me keep focused on the ultimate goal. She repeated the words of scripture that had always sustained her in the past.
Let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross...
She must remember her Lord’s sacrifice to prevent herself from falling into self-pity. She opened her Bible that sat on the desk and retrieved her brother Todd’s letter, which she had received the day after her fall. She unfolded the much-creased pages.
The letter was dated over a month ago and, except for the topmost note, was stained and smudged.
Dearest Maddie,
As you can see, I began the first part of this letter over two months ago. Much has happened since then. I have just returned to King’s Town, where your last four letters awaited me. They were a most welcome sight, believe me, like a little bit of home right here in West Africa.
I was delayed upriver due to many things. Praise God, I was finally able to journey to the remote village of Oku Ban. Many had warned against going there, the tribes being known for cannibalism and aggressive warfare. But God is faithful. He protected me and the small group accompanying me.
His letter went on to describe all the things they had experienced during their time in that village, the drunkenness among the tribesmen, the fevers and the fighting between tribes.
Oh, Maddie, if you could have seen the illness and filth among those people, your heart would have wept. The supplies you sent on the last steamer were well used, believe me.
Never doubt, dear sister, that your sacrifice is seen and appreciated. I know you’d join me here in a moment if you could. The greatest breakthrough came when the chief accepted Jesus as his savior. Glory to God!
I was further delayed because I, too, fell ill with fever. It lasted some weeks, but praise God, He has brought me through to continue with my task here.
Don’t forget we all run a race and until the Lord summons us home, we must do everything He calls us to do to finish our course....
Maddie looked up from the paper, the tears dampening her cheeks. Her brother’s words had done her good. She must gird her loins, the way the Lord exhorted Job to do. There was too little time to sit around and feel sorry for oneself when so many souls were perishing.
She took out her handkerchief and wiped her eyes. Enough weeping for today. With God’s grace she would continue in Lady Haversham’s employment, under the woman’s authority, knowing that through her obedience, a greater good would come about.
As to her feelings for Mr. Gallagher, she would have to entrust them to the Lord and depend upon Him to see her through any heartbreak.
Chapter Thirteen
Regret and relief warred within Reid when he left the Highlands. He didn’t wish to cause his aunt any further distress or Miss Norton any more tension with her employer. He had no patience with the intrigues of women—and with his sister and aunt in league, he feared Miss Norton was at a distinct disadvantage.
Although he’d promised his aunt he’d find Miss Norton employment at the museum should she dismiss Maddie, Reid wasn’t certain how well he could keep that promise. All the employees there were male and highly specialized in their field.
But more than these concerns was the deeper fear of being unable to contain his own growing feelings for Miss Norton. During the week of her convalescence it had been a daily struggle for Reid to treat her with simple courtesy and friendliness, when what he really wanted was to take her in his arms and hold her.
He would never forgive himself if he raised Miss Norton’s expectations and then was unable to offer her anything more than friendship—and a temporary one at that—until he returned to Egypt.
He remembered her story of the suitor of her youth, already despising a man who would lead a young lady on and then not make her an offer of marriage. Worthless cad...
Yet, what more could Reid, himself, offer her? He could never permit himself happiness with another woman—not when he had been responsible for curtailing Octavia’s life. Miss Norton’s fall on Ben Lawers had been a rude awakening for him. He was not to be trusted with a woman’s well-being. If he had proved such a terrible husband to Octavia in London, how could he possibly protect Maddie in a place like the desert?
His thoughts went round and round in this vein, coming up with no solution. One thing was certain. He would be unable to return to London and the working relationship he’d developed with Maddie. Ever since she’d spoken her name, he’d been unable to think of her as anything but “Maddie.”
It would be impossible to have her at his side each day without... Well, he refused to let his thoughts go down that road.
He sighed. He’d just have to hire a new assistant. One of those earnest young chaps at the museum. Yes, that was the only solution. He’d been foolish to propose this arrangement to Maddie in the first place.
The day after they arrived back in London, his aunt made the decision easier for him when she called him into her parlor.
/> “Reid, I really cannot spare Miss Norton to work with you any longer. What strength I had has waned considerably, and I need her at my side.”
Reid glanced at his aunt in surprise. “Did the trip to Scotland leave you worse off?”
“Yes and no.” She fiddled with her jade necklace. “It certainly was a nice change, and I had a lovely time with both you and Vera. But the trip has exhausted me. You don’t realize how I am getting on in years.”
“I’m sorry. I know it was a long trip.”
“You meant well in planning it for us. I’ll always be grateful for it. But now I must take it easy. The heat in London leaves me feeling drained.”
Reid looked away from her, knowing the news he was about to deliver wouldn’t be welcome. He leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. “I’ve received word that the British have wrapped up their investigation and so I hope I’ll soon be able to return to the Sinai.”
“Oh, no...” Her head fell against the chair back. “I had so hoped you were home for good this time.”
“I know.” He tried to smile. “But you know my life is there.”
She shook her head. “You and your uncle both yearned for adventure always.” She sighed. “Ah well, at least I have your sister and her family.”
“Yes.” He coughed before continuing. “As I explained to you when I first undertook the task of Uncle George’s artifacts, it’s too much for one individual. My time back in England is limited.”
Before he could continue, his aunt held up her hand. “I have given it considerable thought, and I’ve decided if you can bring in an assistant—someone who is quiet and will not disturb the household’s routine—then I will not oppose it.”
Reid smiled in relief. “I’m sure I can find someone to fit your requirements. In fact, I know just the chap. I’ll have to talk to him and to the curator of the museum to see if his services could be spared for a few hours each day. It would help enormously.” He didn’t allow himself to think how much he’d miss Miss Norton’s quiet, capable presence. Life had taught him that all good things came to an end, including his time with Maddie—Miss Norton. Soon, he’d be gone himself.
“Very well, I shall welcome him when he comes.”
Reid rose. “Good then. I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve arranged things.”
“Your sister is planning a party for your birthday.”
He frowned. “I’m not used to paying much attention to the date anymore.”
“That may be so in Egypt, but here you’re among family and we’d like to recognize this special day. After all, you’re turning forty.”
“You needn’t remind me.”
“There’s no reason to feel down about it. Forty is a man’s prime. You should be proud of your accomplishments. Not many men can boast of all you’ve done.”
Wanting to end the subject, he moved toward the door. “Well, just let me know Vera’s plans. I need to return to the museum.” He hadn’t seen Miss Norton since he’d walked in and wondered where she was. His aunt had said nothing, and Reid wasn’t about to ask her.
As he was leaving the house, he spotted Miss Norton crossing the square, Lilah leading on her leash. He stopped and waited for her, telling himself it was just courtesy that made him want to greet her.
It had only been a day since their return, but he found himself taking in every inch of her appearance. Her cheeks were flushed in the heat of the noonday, and wispy strands of her hair that had escaped the thick roll at the nape of her neck framed her face. He had to clench his hands to keep from reaching out to touch one. “Good afternoon.”
She gave him a smile, and he was struck afresh by her beautiful pink-tinged complexion. “Hello, Mr. Gallagher.”
“Have you come from a ways?”
“I’ve just been walking Lilah, as well as coming from the apothecary’s for your aunt.” She indicated a small parcel.
He frowned. “It’s quite a warm day for such a walk. Don’t overdo it.”
The color in her cheeks deepened. “I’m sure my head is all healed.”
He cleared his throat. “I was talking to my aunt about...” He hesitated. How would she take the news? Disappointed or relieved? “About our working arrangement.”
“Yes?” She looked at him, her clear tawny eyes watching him.
“My aunt has agreed to an assistant from outside, from the museum, that is.”
“Oh.” He couldn’t read anything from her expression. Her gaze remained steady.
“I realize how much strain the work put on you, having to divide your time between my aunt’s needs and mine. I hate to lose you as an able assistant, but I think this will relieve you somewhat.”
“I see.” He wished he could know what she really meant with the two words.
“I’m going to the museum now, to try to arrange something with a fellow I know there. He’s quite knowledgeable on Egyptian antiquities....” Impatient with himself for fumbling for words, he touched his fingers to his hat. “Well, it’s good seeing you back to normal again. Good day.”
“Good day, Mr. Gallagher.” She looked away from him and continued up the steps. He hurried to open the door for her and she passed through without looking at him.
He remained looking at the door after it had shut, feeling both irritated and annoyed without knowing why. Had he expected Miss Norton to weep at his announcement? He must be thankful she had taken the news so coolly. It proved her heart wasn’t yet touched.
Not as his was beginning to be. After so long a slumber, it was proving a painful awakening.
* * *
Maddie removed her hat and hurried to deliver the medicine she’d gone to fetch for Lady Haversham. She stood while her employer inspected the bottle and asked her a host of questions.
Finally she was able to excuse herself. She escaped to her room, glad to have a few minutes to herself before she’d have to attend Lady Haversham again.
So, the bright spot of her days in London was to be snuffed out. Perhaps it was better this way.
Maddie went to her sewing basket and removed the needlepoint project she was working on. Better to keep her mind busy. She’d temporarily put aside the chair cushions to make this bookmark. She could only work on it while she was alone, but it was small so she was sure she’d have it done in time for Mr. Gallagher’s birthday.
She held the marker away from her a moment. It was coming along nicely. She liked the colors she’d chosen, blue and maroon, suitably masculine, yet the bright gold letters kept it from being too somber. It was an appropriate gift, she decided. Not too familiar, useful, small, so he could easily carry it with him on his travels—and the message was her own way of making it personal and memorable....
* * *
Maddie wasn’t able to wish Mr. Gallagher a happy birthday on the day because she didn’t see him at all. His sister organized a party for him and Lady Haversham ordered her carriage to convey her, but didn’t invite Maddie along, taking her maid instead.
After considering what to do with her small gift, Maddie decided to have it sent to Mr. Gallagher’s lodgings. She penned a short note and wrapped up her gift and gave it to a footman with instructions to have it delivered to the Travellers Club.
She tried returning to the chair cushions, but found it hard to concentrate. Finally she put on her hat and went out, deciding a long walk was the best way to clear the cobwebs from her mind. A short interlude of her life was over, and she mustn’t dwell on it overmuch.
* * *
Reid returned to the Travellers that evening after having spent the day at his sister’s among a gaggle of friends and acquaintances of hers. He’d known many in his younger days, but shared little in common with them now. So much senseless chatter...
The tight collar chafed at his neck and his frock coat was stiff and uncomfortable.
T
he porter bowed to him in the quiet foyer of the club. “Good evening, Mr. Gallagher.”
“Good evening, John.”
“You received a telegram, sir. And here is your mail.”
“Thank you.” He took the envelopes handed to him, wondering what the wire was about. Was it his travel orders?
Before he could open it, a voice hailed him. He looked up to see Cyril striding across the lobby. “I say, old man, where have you been?”
“Scotland.”
“Ah, yes, you told me you were heading up there.” Cyril reached him and the two shook hands. “You look fit. The holiday must have agreed with you.”
Reid nodded, releasing his friend’s hand. “Yes, it was very pleasant.”
“Get any fishing done?”
“Yes, quite a bit. I also got in some hiking.” He remembered Maddie walking at his side, never tiring, never complaining.
“Have you tried the latest sport? I daresay you haven’t had a chance to, being in the desert.”
“Which sport are you referring to?”
“Why, cycling! You must have noticed everyone in London is pedaling around.”
Reid thought about the number of bicycles he had seen since he’d been in London. “Yes, I suppose there are a few.”
“A few? Thousands, I’d say. Since they came out with the pneumatic tires, it’s a national pastime. Have you never been on one?”
Reid shook his head.
“You must. It’s a great sport.”
“I think I’m a little old for a new sport.”
“Nonsense. My wife and I just learned this spring. We go all over the countryside when the weather is nice.” He clapped Reid on the back. “Come on out, and I’ll set you up. You’ll be pedaling all over in London in no time.” Without giving Reid a chance to refuse, he asked, “So, how much longer are you in London anyway?”
“Hopefully, not much longer. In fact—” Remembering the telegram he’d just received, he tapped it. “I believe this might be the good news I’ve been waiting for.”
“You haven’t opened it?”