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wish I could tell her not to marry Lord Guy, but she is so blinded by him, as was I.
The man even had the nerve to approach me again, and that is with his other mistress right under his nose. In some ways I feel pity for Lady Harriet that she cannot see what this man is. Or, maybe she does, but choses to ignore it. For me, it will take a long time to rid myself of the shame that man caused me, or I caused myself.
Tomorrow I shall meet with Harry again, after church, and I am very much looking forward to it. He is taking me to his home for dinner, where I will meet with his father. They live in a house similar to my own father’s, so I should feel comfortable.
“Are you ready, Lady Margaret?” I ask, as we head for the stables.
When we get there, there does not seem to be any stable boys around to help, so we go inside in search of one. Margaret decides that she will go and pet the horses, to help build up her courage, while I search for the stable master. She has a few apples with her as treats for the horses. I leave her to go her own, as I want her to be daring and approach the animals on her own. I’m told she was a very good rider, which was probably her downfall, she might have been too confident.
As I see the stable master entering, I approach him to check where our horse is. That is when I hear a terrible scream from the horse stalls. I fear that Margaret has been kicked by a horse and both I and the stable master run quickly to her aid. As we rush into the stable, I see Margaret stood by the open door of one of the horse stalls, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Just for a moment I fear she has seen a dead body on the floor, maybe the missing stable boy. I quickly rush between Margaret and the horse stall, in a hope of averting her eyes away from the scene. When I look in, it is not a dead body I see, but Lord Guy, his breeches around his ankles. Lying on the floor next to him, desperately trying to rearrange her clothing is one of the housemaids.
I pull Lady Margaret away, though she is transfixed by the sight before her. Inside, I have a little smile to myself, so very pleased that the stupid man has got himself caught with his pants down, literally. The game is up for him now. Margaret is not the most secretive of people and the news will be all around the household in minutes, once she returns. She pulls away from me and runs off to the big house. I walk briskly after her, although pleased that Guy has finally been uncovered, though I would prefer Lady Harriet to find out a little less dramatically. Margaret is too far in front of me as I watch her run through the front entrance. Even from here I can hear her shouting for her sister, Harriet. My fears are confirmed, it seems she is going to be the first to find out.
There is such a calamity by the time I arrive in the large reception hall of the mansion. Lady Harriet and Margaret are in a furious argument, and as I enter the hallway, Harriet slaps her sister across the face.
“Liar!” Lady Harriet shouts out. “How could you spread such a malicious lie?”
“It is not a lie,” Margaret says, tears streaming down her face. “Just ask Miss Blackwood,” she points, turning to me.
I stop in my tracks; both Margaret and Harriet are staring intently at me. I don’t say anything, but something in my face must give it away, as Harriet suddenly burst into tears before running upstairs to her room. Poor Harriet, as much as she has annoyed me with her vanity, I really did feel sorry for her. Though, better she knows now than after she is married. I feel no triumph now at his predicament; having seen the lives that man has ruined only fills me with sadness.
Lady Margaret quickly runs off upstairs to join her siblings, no doubt informing them of Guys indiscretion. Sure enough, as I enter the classroom, she is regaling them with all the gory details. I allow it to go on for a few moments, before
The man even had the nerve to approach me again, and that is with his other mistress right under his nose. In some ways I feel pity for Lady Harriet that she cannot see what this man is. Or, maybe she does, but choses to ignore it. For me, it will take a long time to rid myself of the shame that man caused me, or I caused myself.
Tomorrow I shall meet with Harry again, after church, and I am very much looking forward to it. He is taking me to his home for dinner, where I will meet with his father. They live in a house similar to my own father’s, so I should feel comfortable.
“Are you ready, Lady Margaret?” I ask, as we head for the stables.
When we get there, there does not seem to be any stable boys around to help, so we go inside in search of one. Margaret decides that she will go and pet the horses, to help build up her courage, while I search for the stable master. She has a few apples with her as treats for the horses. I leave her to go her own, as I want her to be daring and approach the animals on her own. I’m told she was a very good rider, which was probably her downfall, she might have been too confident.
As I see the stable master entering, I approach him to check where our horse is. That is when I hear a terrible scream from the horse stalls. I fear that Margaret has been kicked by a horse and both I and the stable master run quickly to her aid. As we rush into the stable, I see Margaret stood by the open door of one of the horse stalls, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Just for a moment I fear she has seen a dead body on the floor, maybe the missing stable boy. I quickly rush between Margaret and the horse stall, in a hope of averting her eyes away from the scene. When I look in, it is not a dead body I see, but Lord Guy, his breeches around his ankles. Lying on the floor next to him, desperately trying to rearrange her clothing is one of the housemaids.
I pull Lady Margaret away, though she is transfixed by the sight before her. Inside, I have a little smile to myself, so very pleased that the stupid man has got himself caught with his pants down, literally. The game is up for him now. Margaret is not the most secretive of people and the news will be all around the household in minutes, once she returns. She pulls away from me and runs off to the big house. I walk briskly after her, although pleased that Guy has finally been uncovered, though I would prefer Lady Harriet to find out a little less dramatically. Margaret is too far in front of me as I watch her run through the front entrance. Even from here I can hear her shouting for her sister, Harriet. My fears are confirmed, it seems she is going to be the first to find out.
There is such a calamity by the time I arrive in the large reception hall of the mansion. Lady Harriet and Margaret are in a furious argument, and as I enter the hallway, Harriet slaps her sister across the face.
“Liar!” Lady Harriet shouts out. “How could you spread such a malicious lie?”
“It is not a lie,” Margaret says, tears streaming down her face. “Just ask Miss Blackwood,” she points, turning to me.
I stop in my tracks; both Margaret and Harriet are staring intently at me. I don’t say anything, but something in my face must give it away, as Harriet suddenly burst into tears before running upstairs to her room. Poor Harriet, as much as she has annoyed me with her vanity, I really did feel sorry for her. Though, better she knows now than after she is married. I feel no triumph now at his predicament; having seen the lives that man has ruined only fills me with sadness.
Lady Margaret quickly runs off upstairs to join her siblings, no doubt informing them of Guys indiscretion. Sure enough, as I enter the classroom, she is regaling them with all the gory details. I allow it to go on for a few moments, before
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