âEmerson, yes, yes. The Sage of Concord, isnât that what he calls himself?â
âOthers do. Emerson himself is a modest man, despite his genius.â
âI know him as a friend to the cause of womenâs suffrage, and of course as a poet.â
âAnd?â I prompted.
âAnd what?â
âWhat do you think of his poetry?â I asked, wanting to steer clear of the whole delicate matter of womenâs suffrage, as it was not an easy topic for first meetings.
Lucy sighed. âPoetry. Ah. No doubt Mr. Emerson is, as you say, a genius of some kind. But I find him rather dry. Iâm more partial to the English poets. Byron, Shelley, Keats. Though I donât care a fig for that man Tennyson,â she added.
I was not startled to discover she was a woman of strongly held opinionsâher confident poise suggested as much, and her mention of suffrage had indicated a certain fervor for the causeâbut to dismiss Tennyson with a slight wave of her hand, it was somehow breathtaking, and made me admire her all the more, though I myself held Tennyson in high esteem. âDid you not appreciate âThe Princessâ?â I asked tentatively.
âWhy? Because it speaks of womenâs emancipation? Do you fancy me an emancipator, Dr. Bentwood? One of those modern harridans? The keening suffragist?â
There it was, the subject Iâd thought best avoided, until we were more thoroughly acquainted. And clearly she expected a reaction from me. âI would describe you as a modern sort of woman,â I said tactfully. âNever a harridan. And if you are a suffragist, you do not keen.â
She liked that, and rewarded me with a smile. âIf I admitted to a previous interest in suffrage, Dr. Bentwood, would you flee the room?â
âCertainly not. But why do you say a âpreviousâ interest?â
She shrugged prettily. âBefore my fatherâs illness I did support the cause. Since that sad event Iâve retired from it, although still believing that I and all my sisters should have the vote.â
âAnd so you would, were it mine to give,â I offered gallantly, but without the slightest confidence that such a thing would ever truly come to pass.
âI think you are jesting with me, Dr. Bentwood.â
âOh? I didnât mean to offend.â I was glad of the gloom, or she might have noticed the blush upon my face. To cover my embarrassment I decided to change the subject from suffragists and poets to something more prosaic.
âI understand you have a fondness for pinochle.â
That earned me a lift of her lovely eyebrows. âApparently my reputation precedes me,â she said. âWhich leaves us with the question, does a âmodern womanâ play pinochle? For all I know, emancipation and games of chance may be mutually exclusive.â
âSurely pinochle involves skill.â
âNot much. Itâs all in the cards, as they say. Are you suggesting we play a hand? And what stakes do you have in mind, if youâre not, as you claim, a gambling man?â
I was trying to think of a witty reply, something worthy of this intoxicating young woman, when Jebediah returned with the news that the Captain was âamenable.â
âAh!â I turned to make my apologies and could not help but notice the look that passed between Jebediah and his cousin, as if they were both privy to a discomforting secret that could not be revealed in my presence.
Before I could do more than bid her a hasty farewell, Jeb was hurrying me along a dark hallway deep within the interior of the great house. âHe seems to be himself today,â he said. âAnd of course heâs greatly relieved that Charley survived.â
âCharley?â I asked, racking my brains to think if there was a brother by that name.
âYouâll see,â Jeb said mysteriously. âFather is eager to meet you by the way. I
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