In the back of Amelia’s mind, she still entertained doubts about who Cecilia was to Conrad. Would she always wonder, or would he one day tell her the truth? But her heart wanted so desperately to trust him, to believe him when he’d said his relationship with the girl was nothing inappropriate. Because if she didn’t trust him now, what chance would they ever have for the future?
The three of them sat. And were silent. Amelia squirmed. Was she supposed to say something? Do something?
Conrad leaned forward. “Amelia, I thought perhaps you and Cecilia could mutually benefit from forming a friendship.”
Friendship?
He addressed Cecilia. “You see, Amelia’s maid is normally her chaperone on outings. But they don’t always…” Conrad looked back to Amelia.
She shrugged. If she was to have some sort of friendship with the younger woman, may as well start now. “What he’s trying to say is that she and I don’t always… see eye to eye.”
Cecilia nodded, small wisps of hair bouncing around her face.
Conrad held out a hand, palm up. “And I thought that perhaps, if you both were willing, Cecilia might become someone who could accompany us on our outings.” He raised his eyebrows and looked from one to the other.
With a smile, Cecilia nodded again. “I would very much like that… that is, if Miss Talbot would be agreeable.”
Cecilia did indeed seem genuine and sweet. It didn’t seem likely that her innocent demeanor was false. Perhaps it really was as Conrad had said. That there wasn’t anything inappropriate between them.
But I’m still dying to know what their relationship is…
“I… think that would be quite acceptable, Miss Fletcher.”
Her blue eyes widened. “Please call me Cecilia.”
“And you may call me Amelia.” Did I just utter those words? But a quick look at Conrad assured her it was the right thing to have said. He smiled so wide that dimples formed on his cheeks. I’ve never noticed those before now. But then, she’d never seen him smile so wide until that moment.
It indeed must mean a great deal to him for she and I to become friends.
Then friends we shall be.
Amelia smiled back at Conrad and then reached forward and took Cecilia’s hand in hers.
Chapter Eighteen
Conrad called on the Fletchers at their modest home that was directly behind Mr. Fletcher’s place of business. The small, wooden structure could nearly have fit in Conrad’s bedroom. The exterior was badly in need of repair and the roof sagged slightly on one side.
If Mother had married Andrew, this might have been my home. He stepped up the short walk and knocked on the door.
It was opened by Cecilia. “Good day, Lord Lofton.”
Conrad startled, unused to the occupant of a house answering her own door. “Good day, Miss Fletcher.” He chased away his surprise and smiled.
“Won’t you come in?” She stepped aside, but her face colored pink. Was she perhaps embarrassed to have Conrad see how they lived?
“Thank you.” He stepped inside and removed his hat. With no butler to take it, he simply held it pressed against his thigh.
A warm fire crackled across the small room, making it very warm. That was one benefit, he supposed to not living in a drafty estate with so much area to heat. Worn rugs were scattered about the floor and three chairs were pulled close to the fire. Is that where they spend their evenings?
He grimaced. Where else would they spend them? It wasn’t as if they had a large space in which to roam about.
“I’m nearly ready. Let me fetch my hat and pelisse.” She walked across the room to a door tucked up next to the far side of the fireplace that Conrad hadn’t noticed until then. Would that be the bedrooms?
“That’s fine. No rush.” Conrad tried to picture growing up in that house. Sharing the tiny space with Andrew and Cecilia.
What of Mrs. Fletcher? There’d been no mention of her. Was she—?
Cecilia opened the door and stepped back into the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “We mustn’t make much noise. Mama is having one of her bad days, unfortunately. Her illness doesn’t give her many good days.”
Mama. Something cold snaked up Conrad’s spine. So Andrew was still married. And not to Conrad’s mother.
We should be together. A family.
“I’m ready.” Cecilia adjusted her hat.
Conrad’s gaze drifted to Cecilia. It was as Andrew had said at Hyde Park. If he hadn’t married Mrs. Fletcher, he wouldn’t have a daughter.
And I wouldn’t have a sister.
Don’t forget that Mother was the one who abandoned Andrew, not the other way around.
Cecilia peered up at him with light blue eyes, the exact shade of his own. He smiled. “Yes, let’s go and see Amelia.”
They walked out to Conrad’s carriage where the groom assisted Cecilia up. After Conrad climbed in and sat down, the groom climbed in as well. Conrad wanted no nasty rumors to start if someone happened to see him alone with Cecilia. He couldn’t very well tell people that she was his sister unless he wanted to risk losing his home and income. Still, a part of him wished he could claim her as family.
Wouldn’t Mother love that?
Cecilia watched the scenery pass by from the window nearest her. She turned her head and smiled. “What shall your outing be today, Lord Lofton?”
Conrad lifted his shoulders. “We’re to attempt a game of Pall Mall.”
“Oh? I’ve heard it said that it’s great fun, although I’ve never played.”
“Neither have I.”
“You haven’t? I would have thought that you—”
“There are countless things I’ve never done that my peers have experienced many times over.”
She didn’t ask why, but kept her gaze on him.
“The way I was raised…” He looked at the groom whose eyelids were floating shut. Surely he wasn’t even listening to their conversation. Still, best not speak in great detail of private matters within hearing distance of someone else’s ears. “I was raised in a strict environment and wasn’t often allowed to do certain things.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Indeed. One of many.”
The carriage pulled up to Amelia’s house. The driver started to pull up close to the door, as Conrad always instructed. Amelia’s words came back to him, asking him why Conrad’s driver did that.
No. If I’m trying to change, I need to break free of Mother’s influence. He got the driver’s attention. “Park a little farther away, please.”
The driver raised his eyebrows but nodded. “As you wish, Lord Lofton.”
The carriage was still parked close to the house, just not on top of the hedge. Conrad’s mouth lifted in a smile at the thought of Amelia’s words. He knocked on the door and they were admitted by the butler. Something in Conrad relaxed, feeling as if he was back in the world where he should be.
But that wasn’t right. Cecilia had been raised in different circumstances. Who was to say which situation was better? Conrad had a good wager that more love existed in Cecilia’s tiny house simply by the interaction and seeming closeness exhibited by her and Andrew. He could picture them sitting side by side in front of the fire at night, talking or reading. Such a peaceful picture that thought evoked.
They waited in the parlor and Amelia soon met them there. Her dress was pale green, bringing out her eye color to a beautiful, startling hue. “Good day, Conrad, Cecilia.”
Conrad’s sister curtseyed, a huge smile on her face. “Good day. Th-thank you for asking me to accompany you as a chaperone, Amelia.”
Amelia reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze before releasing it. “I’m pleased you’re here, as well.”
Conrad’s heart swelled. Could the two important women in his life one day become friends? They would actually be sisters-in-law soon, but Amelia wouldn’t know that. Couldn’t know that. At least not yet.
He longed to tell her, but even
though he was coming to care about her greatly, even love her, the fact that she’d blackmailed him into marriage left a tiny doubt in the recesses of his mind. What if she found out about his real father and told someone?
“What have you in mind for today, Conrad?” Amelia raised one eyebrow. “Shall we visit the elephant again at the Tower zoo? Or be chased by the Regent’s Park goose?”
He shuddered. “Nothing as ambitious as that. Although I’m sure you’ll be pleased to learn that our outing will again involve the outdoors.”
“And, pray tell, what will we be doing?”
“Oliver and Lucy Shipley have invited us to play a game of Pall Mall in their gardens.”
She clasped her hands together. “Have they? How fun.”
“Fun… I guess we’ll see.”
“What do you mean? Don’t you enjoy the game?”
He shrugged and said nothing.
Cecilia leaned in close to Amelia as if it were a secret of the utmost importance. “Conrad said he has never played.”
“Extraordinary. I thought everyone had…” Her gaze strayed to Cecilia, whose checks reddened.
Conrad shook his head. “No. Not everyone. I…”
Amelia placed her hand on Conrad’s sleeve. “May I take a guess as to why?”
With a nod, Conrad already imagined her response.
“Your mother didn’t allow it.”
“That is correct.”
“So many things you’ve been deprived of, dear man. Well, you shall play today.” She turned to Cecilia. “Both of you.”
Cecilia touched her hand to her chest. “I shall? But I’m only—”
“You’re my friend. And I would very much like you to join in the fun.”
Conrad nearly ached with joy. How thoughtful of Amelia to include Cecilia.
Why hadn’t I suggested the idea? No, it will mean more coming from her. It would help them begin to build their friendship. It was likely that others, not Oliver and Lucy, but others at some point would make derogatory comments about Cecilia, but Conrad had a pretty good idea that Amelia would care not.
And neither will I.
Conrad offered an arm to each lady. “Ready to depart?”
With laughter, the three set off for the Shipleys’ house. A short carriage ride had them there. Lucy and Oliver met them outside.
Lucy rushed over and hugged Amelia. “Good day. How wonderful to see you.” She smiled at Conrad. “And you as well.”
He inclined his head.
Lucy tilted her head and smiled at Cecilia. “And who have we here?”
Cecilia opened her mouth to speak but no words emerged. Conrad touched her elbow briefly. “This is Miss Fletcher. Cecilia.” He darted a gaze to Amelia as an explanation formed. Too bad I hadn’t the forethought to tell Amelia this as well. “Cecilia is my cousin. A distant cousin.”
“Oh?” Lucy’s gaze briefly took in Cecilia’s old pelisse and hat, but the action was so quick and so small that most wouldn’t have noticed had they not been looking directly at her. “Well, I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance.”
A tiny gasp came from Conrad’s right. Amelia. She straightened and regained her composure.
Now she’ll think me a liar, since I never owned up to Cecilia being my relative. Well, aren’t I? In the past, Conrad had been quite adept at falsehoods, but it seemed that since he’d resolved to improve his character, it did not come as effortlessly as in the past.
But that was a positive attribute, was it not?
Lucy took Amelia’s hand in one of hers and grabbed Cecilia’s with her other. “Let’s go play the game, shall we?”
Oliver stayed behind and raised his eyebrows at Conrad. “A distant cousin, you say?”
He lowered his voice. “I had to give some explanation.”
“Say, she’s not your… that is, you wouldn’t—”
“No. Heaven’s no. She’s… It has to do with what I told you in confidence. About my father.”
“Ah… So she is actually your…?”
“Sister. Half sister.”
“But Amelia doesn’t know that, I take it.”
He shook his head. “No. I’m not ready to… I want to be sure I can trust her first.”
“Perfectly understandable.” He glanced at the retreating figures of the women. “When I first met Lucy, I did something similar in that she didn’t know who I really was at first.”
“Yes, I recall that now.”
“And it was for the reason you have suggested. A matter of trust. Until I could truly know that she loved me for me instead of my standing and title, I couldn’t let her know my true identity.”
“So in a way, you understand.”
“Yes. Most assuredly.”
Conrad ran his hand over the back of his neck. “As for our conversation of the other day, you haven’t told…”
“Lucy? No. She’s a smart woman and may have figured some of it out, but until you give me permission, I’ll not tell her.”
Conrad grasped Oliver’s shoulder. “You are a true friend. Lucy chose the right man.”
Oliver laughed. “And who would have thought that you and I would ever become friends?”
“Not I.” He grinned.
“Nor I. But I’m glad for it.”
“As am I.”
Chapter Nineteen
Oliver and Conrad followed the path the women had taken and joined them in the back garden. Conrad couldn’t believe that he was once again voluntarily participating in an outdoor activity. With the dirt, insects. And birds.
A shiver ran through him, but he was determined not to be deterred from something that would give Amelia and Cecilia great amusement.
Oliver’s butler was setting up the game for them. Two wire hoops sticking up from the ground stood several yards apart. Balls much larger than apples, sat in a row, each sporting a different bright color. Red, yellow, blue, green, and brown. Long-handled wooden mallets, each with a corresponding color painted on the head, leaned against a nearby tree.
Amelia came to stand beside him. She glanced up at him, excitement written across her features. “Won’t this be fun?”
“I suppose.”
She grabbed his arm. “Oh now, you’ve made great strides lately in trying new things and visiting new places out-of-doors.”
“Only because of you.”
She ducked her head. “You’re doing all of this for me?”
“I can’t imagine doing it for any other reason.”
“I thought perhaps today’s excursion was for…” Her gaze traveled to Cecilia, who stood talking to Lucy.
“No. Why should you think that? Cecilia is your companion.”
“And your cousin, so it seems.”
Ah yes… He should have expected that. “I… You see…”
She held up her hand. “No, you needn’t try to explain. You asked that I trust you and that’s what I’m going to do. Although, someday I hope you’ll be able to tell me the whole truth.”
“I want that. Very much. Thank you for having patience with me. It’s… of the utmost importance that you have a good opinion of me.”
“It is?”
“Very much so. I desire your—”As of its own volition, his gaze swept over her shoulders, down a little farther to the bodice of her dress, and then back to her eyes. “—good opinion.” Why did I do that? Can’t I keep my mind where it should be?
A smile pulled up the edges of her beautiful mouth. “You’re so sweet, Conrad.”
You wouldn’t say that if you knew where my thoughts had traveled. “Me? I do believe you’re the first person to describe me in such a way.”
“That’s not true.”
“Who else would say it?”
Amelia lowered her eyebrows. “I… well certainly there must be… I’m sure that… Hmm.” She tapped her finger on her chin.
“I would say it.” Cecilia was walking toward them. “Who else would ask me to be a companion to his beautiful betrothed, t
herefore allowing me to do new things and meet new people?”
Conrad’s heart swelled with joy. How had he gone from just having his mother in his life to having Amelia and Cecilia, as well?
Oliver waved at them from across the lawn. “Time to play!”
Conrad mumbled. “Let the festivities begin.”
Amelia leaned close. “What was that, dear?”
He forced a one-sided smile. “Nothing.”
Lucy and Oliver took their turns first, showing Conrad and Cecilia how it was done. They made it look effortless. But they had most likely played it for years.
Amelia clapped when the Shipleys had each made good first shots with their mallets. She practically hopped up and down in excitement. “May I go next?” She glanced at Conrad.
“By all means.” Because I certainly won’t be jumping up and down in anticipation to do it. Perhaps by the time it’s my turn, they’ll be having so much fun that they won’t notice if I abstain. He turned his head. I’m still fairly thin, could I hide behind that tree?”
Lucy smiled. “Well done, Amelia. Cecilia? Are you ready to try?”
The girl blushed and nodded, taking small, uncertain steps to the mallet that Oliver held out to her.
Conrad watched as Lucy instructed Cecilia how to hold the wooden mallet. They stood side by side, with Cecilia mimicking every movement of Lucy’s. With a gentle swing back and then a slight forward motion, Cecilia barely tapped the ball.
It moved two inches.
Cecilia’s eyes widened as she stared at the barely budged ball. “Oh my.”
Lucy smiled. “Not to worry. That wasn’t bad for a first try.”
Oliver stepped closer. “Absolutely. Want to try again?”
“You mean I get another chance?” Cecilia blinked.
“Of course. Everyone has a first time for everything, don’t they? This time, just tap a little harder, all right?” Lucy patted Cecilia on the shoulder before stepping back.
Cecilia took a deep breath as if she were going to blow the nearby house from its foundation. Was she planning to hit it to the Thames?
She pulled back on the mallet a few inches farther than she had the first time. And brought it down and hit it, giving an oomph as she did.
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