conversation, ferret out the cause of his fatherâs illness, but the whole enterprise seemed doomed to failure.
After a few minutes I looked up, startled, as a shadow entered the parlor.
âSo you are still here,â said a familiar voice.
âMiss Wattle! Yes, well, so I am,â I stammered, rising, as the young cousin glided close enough so that her exquisite face was visible, pale and perfect over the satiny blackness of her mourning attire. âWhyâwhy would I not be here?â
She laughed softly before sitting primly upon a chair a few yards from me, spreading out her full black skirt, her pale hands folded upon her lap. Her lustrous hair, I could not help noticing, was held in place with a black ribbon, and her porcelain complexion required no powder to achieve an exquisite paleness. âI thought perhaps the events of last night might have driven you from our company,â she said. âYou were disturbed, were you not? I certainly was. That horrible screaming, and the pistol shot. Iâm obliged to stayâindeed, I have nowhere else to goâbut you are not.â
âBut I am,â I said resolutely, settling back into the chair. âJebediah is my friend.â
âAh,â she said. âYour friend. And in the name of friendship youâre willing to brave the fiends of the night?â
âFiends of the night? Surely youâre joking!â I exclaimed.
But she relieved my anxiety with the warmth of her laughter. âA bad habit of mine, making jokes at a time like this.â
âNot at all.â
She shook her head. âYouâre being polite. Iâm well aware of my deficiencies.â
No deficiency was visible. Hers was a lovely head, with a long neck, large expressive eyes set wide, full lips, that flawless complexion, and fine thick hair. A delicately crocheted black shawl covered her shoulders, and served to accent the startling blue paleness of her eyes. A black satin dress, tightly corseted, showed off a slim waist, and the skirts were full and of a length to conceal her ankles and even her shoes. Her crinoline, which in fashionable belles can make the width of the skirt a full six feet, was much more modest. Boston is known for its jeweled beautiesâit is the Hub of society, after allâbut Iâd seen none there to rival this young woman. Not that she wore jewelry, of courseâto do so while in mourning would have been inappropriate.
I knew little about her, beyond her connection to the Coffins, and the vague and possibly erroneous suggestion that she was a suffragist. If so, she was an uncommonly lovely suffragist, but then Jeb and Nathaniel could have been pulling my leg in that regard. That matter aside, I had gotten the impression she was something of a poor relation, or anyhow had need of shelter, being alone and unmarried, and I longed to be better informed, but could not think of a way to ask without sounding presumptuous.
âYou and Jeb were college chums, do I have that right?â she asked brightly. âNo doubt like most college boys you frequented gambling halls, and dens of iniquity, and the like.â
âI do not gamble,â I replied, rather stiffly. âTo my knowledge, neither does Jebediah.â
Lucyâs eyes sparkled with amusement. âWhat a shame! All that naughty fun in the big city, and you didnât partake. I suppose that means youâre a serious young man. Were you at the divinity school, then?â
I understood that she was teasing me, and did my best to respond in kind. âThe Reverend Bentwood at your service,â I said, effecting a seated curtsy. âBut no, Iâm sorry to disappoint you. My interest was more science than religion. Iâve a conceit that Emersonâs teachings about the mind and spirit can somehow be tied to modern medicine. So far Iâve failed to find the connection.â
That brought another kind of smile to her face.
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