by Deborah Hale
“You would not want to be married?” Jasper had never given the matter much thought until now. Never given her much thought, come to that. For all he’d noticed her, Miss Fairfax might have been a handsome, useful article of furniture in his home. He had never considered how she might feel or what she might want.
The lady shook her head vigorously. “Not every woman is desperate to snare a husband. For many, the role of wife is one to which they are well suited, but I have always wanted to do something more with my life. Something important that will improve the lives of others. Perhaps that sounds foolish to you.”
“Not at all.” In fact, her fervent declaration echoed a deep conviction in his soul.
Perhaps Miss Fairfax sensed that and realized she might use it to her advantage. “Establishing a charity school is my calling in life, sir. I am certain of it. And that calling is not compatible with marriage. A man might be able to pursue his life’s work with a wife to support him, but I do not believe the opposite is true.”
Jasper wanted to contradict her but found he could not. What man could abide having his wife devote all her time and energy to a cause, however noble if it meant neglecting their family?
That thought troubled him. Why should a woman be obliged to give up the comfort and love of a family in order to serve a higher calling while a man could have both? That was as unfair, in its way, as one class of people having too many advantages while another had far too few. It also made him question whether he had neglected his family in the service of his cause.
“My children need you just as much.” Jasper was accustomed to giving orders, not pleading. But if he could keep Miss Fairfax at Amberwood, he would not feel he had failed his children. “They may not want for material goods but they are motherless.”
“No.” Evangeline Fairfax pointed an accusing forefinger at him. “I will not let you hold me here with guilt. I am giving you a month’s notice to find your children a new governess. After that, I intend to leave and responsibility for their care will be on your shoulders, not mine.”
One month? If he looked for a year, Jasper doubted he could find anyone capable of truly replacing Miss Fairfax. “But... but... how can I search for a new governess and spend time with my children while entertaining a houseful of guests?”
Something told him she could manage such a feat if she had to. It galled him to admit he was less capable. But if he must for the sake of his children, he would.
“Your guests?” Her hand slowly fell, but not before Jasper glimpsed a slight tremor in it. “I thought you would send them away or return to Manchester until they were gone.”
He shook his head. “I may not be much of a gentleman but I have better manners than that. It wasn’t my idea to invite these folk, but now that they’re under my roof, they are my guests and I will extend them my hospitality.”
“That is good of you, sir.” Was she surprised to hear that he knew how to behave well? She did not sound it.
Jasper shrugged. “It still leaves me the problem of finding an opportunity to search for a new governess. I know it is my own fault for squandering the time you gave me. What would it take for you to stay two months, until the end of the summer? I give you my solemn word I will not ask for more time after that.”
“What would it take?” she repeated. “I do not want more money, if that is what you mean. But if you promise to become acquainted with these ladies and keep an open mind about the possibility of remarriage, then I will extend my notice until the end of the summer. But not a day more.”
Jasper did not answer right away, but mulled over her proposition as carefully as he would any business agreement. What she was asking could have a profound effect on his future and his children’s. An extra month would give him more time to hire a new governess—or time during which he could try to persuade Miss Fairfax to stay. If he failed, then perhaps she was right and he should consider remarrying.
“Will you give me the night to sleep on my decision?” he asked. “It is not something I want to rush into.”
“That sounds fair,” she agreed. “You can tell me your decision tomorrow and we can go from there.”
Jasper appreciated her directness. It was a refreshing change after an evening spent in the company of Miss Anstruther and Mrs. Leveson. Every time they spoke, their words seemed laden with hidden meaning he could not fathom. True, Miss Fairfax had gone behind his back to arrange this house party, but when he’d confronted her, she truly seemed to repent her actions. And he could not deny that his delaying tactics had forced her to take desperate measures.
“Tomorrow.” Jasper could not suppress a yawn. “Now I think we had both better get some sleep. It has been a long day.”
That was an understatement. He had risen at first light and set out from the inn in Kendal, where he’d spent the night after riding all day yesterday. Since reaching home, he had dined and played with his children, entertained a party of guests and spent more time in private conversation with Miss Fairfax than he had in the past several months put together.
“Indeed, sir.” She struggled to stifle a yawn, too, with no more success than he’d had. “Good night, then. Rest well.”
She started up the stairs, only to turn and fix Jasper with a questioning look when he followed her.
“The ladies may be lingering in the hallway bidding one another good-night,” he explained. “I need you to go ahead and check whether the coast is clear.”
She exhaled a sharp breath of exasperated amusement. “Come along, then. I will scout the terrain for you.”
“Thank you, Miss Fairfax.” Jasper gave a weary grin, which he doubted she could see in the shadows of the unlit stairwell. “I know I can always rely on you.”
A pang of regret pierced him as he spoke those words. He only wished he’d realized how very much he and his children had come to rely upon Evangeline Fairfax before they were faced with losing her.
A babble of voices from the nursery woke Evangeline the next morning. Forcing her heavy eyelids open, she glanced toward her clock to discover she had overslept by nearly an hour!
Dragging herself out of bed, she dressed with fumbling fingers, all the while chiding herself for her sluggishness. Usually she was up and about an hour before any of the children, ready to begin their day. If only she had not stayed up so late last night to speak with Mr. Chase. Surely her apology and ultimatum could have waited until morning.
“No, they could not,” she muttered at her reflection as she pinned up her hair for the day. “Between the children and his guests, when else would I have found a private moment to speak with him?”
A splash of cold water on her face banished the worst of her sleepiness. She looked forward to her breakfast coffee with longing.
“What is all this hubbub?” she demanded as she entered the nursery to find Rosie chasing around in her nightgown, while Matthew and Alfie pelted one another with rolled-up stockings.
“I’m sorry, miss.” The nursemaid pushed back a lock of hair that had escaped her cap. “I tried to keep them quiet, but they are so excited to have their father home.”
“Don’t fret, Jane.” Evangeline stopped the boys’ stocking fight with a firm look they had long ago learned to heed. “Go fetch us breakfast. I will restore order here.”
“Thank you, miss,” The girl heaved a sigh of relief. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”
While Jane hurried away, Evangeline turned toward her pupils. “Boys, get washed and dressed at once and no more horseplay or there will be consequences. Is that understood?”
“He started it.” Matthew pointed at his brother.
“I don’t doubt that.” Evangeline caught Rosie’s eye and nodded toward the bedroom she shared with Emma. “But you are older. You should know better than to egg him on. Off with you now.”
Hearing the nursery door open behind her, she wondered at the speed with which Jane had fetched breakfast. But before she could turn to look, Rosie darted across the nursery flo
or on bare tiptoes, crying, “Papa!”
“Good morning, my love.” Mr. Chase scooped his small daughter into his arms for a warm embrace. Then he stooped to hug Owen and Emma, who had been dressed and quietly reading books during the earlier tumult. “How did you all sleep? I’ve come to eat breakfast with you and help Miss Fairfax out if she needs me.”
He looked up at Evangeline with a smile that made her forget her drowsiness and the upset in the nursery routine.
Her first instinct was to insist everything was under control, but Mr. Chase could see for himself that was not true. Besides, it would be good for him to experience some of what was involved in running an orderly nursery for five children. It might help him choose a new governess...and perhaps a new wife, wisely.
“Thank you, sir.” She beckoned Rosie to her. “If you would see that the older boys get dressed with a minimum of fuss, I shall look after this young lady.”
Once the children were dressed, they gathered around the nursery table. With their heads bowed for grace, the young Chases looked like paragons of good behavior.
“Amen!” Matthew and Alfie chorused with gusto after Owen finished asking the blessing for their morning meal.
As the children tucked into their porridge and cream with hearty appetites and Evangeline savored her coffee, Jasper Chase asked, “What do you all think of this house party your grandmother arranged... with the help of Miss Fairfax?”
Though they had aired the matter thoroughly yesterday, Evangeline still squirmed a little at his mention of her underhanded behavior.
As always, Matthew was the first to get a word in. “It sounds like jolly fun to me, Papa.”
Alfie’s mouth was too full to permit him to speak, but he signified his agreement with a vigorous nod.
“I like parties,” said Rosie. “Will there be cake?”
“Perhaps.” Her father tried to suppress a grin. “Though it isn’t quite that sort of party. What do you say, Owen? Emma?”
Owen shrugged. “It will be all right, I suppose.”
Emma slowly stirred her porridge. “Will you have any time to visit with us or will you have to spend it all with the visitors?”
Mr. Chase flinched and his grin faltered. But he came back with a reply that seemed to please his daughter. “I promise I will not neglect you in favor of our guests. They are welcome to join in our fun and games, but if they choose not to, that will be their own lookout.”
“I hope they do,” said Alfie, who had finally cleaned his bowl. “The more the merrier!”
The boy’s words seemed to restore his father’s good humor. He winked at Alfie. “That’s the spirit, son.”
“Does that mean we can go fishing today?” asked Owen.
Mr. Chase nodded. “That sounds like a fine idea. I shall inform our guests at breakfast and ask who would like to come with us.”
“Are you going to eat two breakfasts every day, Papa?” Matthew’s eyes twinkled with merriment. “You will have to be careful you don’t grow stout.”
All the other children laughed. Mr. Chase joined in, as did Evangeline. She found it hard to imagine her tall, muscular employer ever putting on extra weight. He always seemed to be on the move like Matthew and Alfie.
“If we are to go fishing,” she said when their merriment had settled down, “we will need bait. Why don’t we go dig up some worms while your father and the guests are having their breakfast?”
The boys all agreed eagerly, while Emma and Rosie wrinkled their noses.
“Good thinking as always, Miss Fairfax.” Their father raised his coffee cup toward her as if in a toast. “I shall ask Mrs. Gilman if she can pack us a picnic lunch of tea and cakes.”
The children heartily approved his suggestion. Once they finished their breakfast, Evangeline sent them off to wash up and collect their caps and bonnets.
On his way out of the nursery, Mr. Chase paused near her and spoke in a soft voice. “I have decided to go along with this matchmaking scheme of yours, but only on the condition that my children be involved as much as possible in all my guests’ activities. The last thing I want is for this house party to take away from my time with them.”
“Of course, sir.” Evangeline bristled at the suggestion that she would propose anything that might limit her pupils’ opportunity to spend time with him. “It will give you a chance to observe how each of the ladies gets on with your children. That way, you will be able to select the best possible mother for them.”
A look of sorrow shadowed Jasper Chase’s eyes, but he gave a resigned nod. He might not wish to remarry, but he seemed to realize the necessity, for which Evangeline was grateful.
A while later Jasper glanced around the dining table at his guests, who were eating breakfast. The gentlemen and Miss Brookes tucked into theirs with hearty appetites, while the other ladies picked away more daintily.
Having given Miss Fairfax his word that he would keep an open mind about remarrying, he considered each of the eligible ladies as a possible future wife.
Miss Anstruther was one of the handsomest, without a doubt, which made him question why she was still unwed when she must be every day of thirty. He did not consider her maturity an impediment—quite the contrary. In fact, he preferred it to the giddy, girlish air of Miss Leveson. She had been under his roof less than twenty-four hours yet already her incessant giggling had begun to grate on his nerves.
Abigail Brookes had a much more appealing laugh—robust and infectious. She was the least pretty of the younger ladies, yet still quite attractive in her way. Since she was the sister of a vicar, Jasper hoped she might approve of his work.
Margaret Webster had been quiet so far—preferring to let those around her do the talking. Jasper held that as much in her favor as her golden good looks. There was also the matter of her fortune, since she would one day inherit her father’s prosperous cotton mill and other business interests. Jasper did not give a fig about that on his own account. But for the sake of the families who depended on him, it might make a vast difference. If he could persuade Piers Webster to reform his mill, other owners might give Jasper’s radical ideas a try.
Miss Watson glanced up then and caught Jasper watching her. She blushed and ducked her head.
This was not lost on Miss Anstruther, who had been chatting away while Jasper pretended to listen. “My dear Miss Webster, I do believe you have made a conquest! Our host has been gazing upon your beauty for the longest time. You are blessed with excellent taste, Mr. Chase.”
Though she spoke in a jesting tone, Jasper sensed something more behind it.
He had only ever courted one woman in his life, and it would be truer to say she had pursued him. Not that he’d minded—quite the opposite. But it meant he had little experience in the ways of women, apart from his late wife and her mother. If he did take advantage of Miss Fairfax’s matchmaking scheme to find a bride, would he be capable of securing the lady of his choice?
“Nonsense,” he growled, casting his gaze down at his breakfast. “I would not be so disrespectful.”
“Indeed he would not!” Mrs. Leveson huffed. “Mr. Chase could just as easily have been looking at Gemma. You should not make mischief, Miss Anstruther.”
“Oh, Mama, she was only teasing,” Gemma Leveson giggled and on this occasion Jasper did not mind. “I’m sure Mr. Chase knows that.”
“Of course.” For the sake of peace, Jasper feigned a smile. “Very amusing, Miss Anstruther.”
That did not entirely appease Mrs. Leveson, who seemed to have taken a dislike to Penelope Anstruther.
“Young ladies were not so forward in my day as to rally their hosts,” she muttered.
From the far end of the table, Jasper’s mother-in-law caught his eye. He sensed she wanted him to change the subject before the thinly veiled hostilities escalated.
“Speaking of amusing things—” Jasper raised his voice to include all his guests “—my children are eager for me to take them fishing this afternoon. If any o
f you would care to join us, you would be most welcome. Otherwise, my house, gardens and stables are at your disposal.”
At his first mention of fishing, Miss Anstruther turned up her nose, the way Emma and Rosie had done at the prospect of digging worms. But when Abigail Brookes and Gemma Leveson said it sounded like a jolly outing, she agreed.
“Count me among your party, too,” said Norton Brookes. “I can scarcely remember the last time I went fishing. Back during our boyhood, I reckon.”
“I shall leave fishing to the young folk.” Piers Webster mopped up the last of his eggs with a piece of bread. “But if Mrs. Thorpe and Mrs. Leveson would care to join me in a drive around this pretty countryside, I should be honored.”
Both ladies readily accepted his invitation.
“What about you, Miss Webster?” asked Jasper’s mother-in-law. “Would you prefer fishing or a carriage drive?”
“She’ll go fishing, of course,” said Piers Webster before his daughter could answer.
“And you, Mrs. Dawson?” Jasper asked when he realized Miss Anstruther’s companion had once again been overlooked.
“Verity will come wherever I go,” Miss Anstruther announced. “After all, what is the good of employing a companion if one does not have her company?”
Miss Leveson giggled, but her mother scowled, as did Norton Brookes.
Abigail turned toward Mrs. Dawson with an encouraging smile. “I’m sure it will be great fun!”
The timid young widow brightened visibly at the friendly overture. “Thank you, Miss Brookes. I believe it will.”
While Jasper appreciated Abigail’s show of kindness, he was not certain he could agree with what she had said. A simple fishing expedition with his children had turned into a sort of audition for a new wife.
An hour after Mr. Chase’s children and guests trooped down to the stream with their fishing rods and creels, Evangeline finally had a moment to catch her breath.