wrapping the wires behind each ear before speaking.
“You have made your point, Miss Jones. I hardly wish to embarrass myself by presenting you to the faculty and parents of Iverson with your practical skills in such a state. You may play what you wish for the graduation.”
“But, sir ,” protested Mittie, either because she hated me the most or loved whining the most (probably both), “is that fair ? All the rest of us have to show what we’ve learned—”
“Do you desire to sit through a ten-minute cacophony of sharps and flats, Miss Bashier? I do not. I assume your parents do not. Let us accept with grace what we cannot change in a week, ladies.”
“Or in a lifetime,” muttered Caroline, provoking a fresh round of snickering.
After class, as everyone was crowding through the ballroom doors, Sophia swung into step beside me and sent me a slanting look.
“Are you really that poor a player? Or is it on purpose?”
“No,” I answered grimly. “I really am that poor.”
“That’s too bad. I was rather hoping you were doing it deliberately. To put a tweak in Vachon’s nose.”
“Vachon carries a stick with him, in case you didn’t notice, and he’s very glad to use it. I have no interest in tweaking any part of him.”
“How disappointing,” she sighed. “And all this time, I thought you such the rebel.”
I was surprised into a laugh, and her pale eyes grew just a tad too wide.
“Well, after all, there was that business of you getting shot. Certainly no other girl here would ever have done such a thing.”
“Yes. It was so rebellious of me to have put myself in front of a bullet I never saw coming.”
She went on as if I hadn’t spoken. “And the fact that you’ve captured Armand’s attention, if not his heart. The mudlark and the aristocrat! If that’s not the out-and-out definition of rebellion, I don’t know what is.”
“Lord Armand and I are friends, Sophia. That’s all.”
“Oh, come! We’ve been chums for weeks ! I thought we were beyond all these silly lies. He practically salivates whenever he sees you.”
Ahead of us Stella and Mittie were strolling arm in arm, whispering and tittering.
“Friends,” I said again, firm.
“Is that why he was driving you back from wherever you went yesterday? Just to be friendly?”
“He was driving me and Westcliffe,” I pointed out.
“Hmm. Where did you go yesterday, by the way?”
To see the mad duke. To hear a mad idea.
“Nowhere,” I said. “Just to the village, to see the doctor.”
“I say, Eleanore.” Mittie broke off the whispering to throw me a glance from over her shoulder. “Stella and I have had the most marvelous notion.”
“Yes!” Stella gave me a big grin. “We’re all so concerned about how you have nowhere to land soon. Summer and all that. So why not go stay with Sophia for the holiday? She could always use—” She paused, brimming with glee; I braced myself.”Another maid !”
This sent them both into peals of laughter. Lady Sophia shook her head. She walked up between them and put her arms around their waists.
“I have all the maids I need, thank you. But perhaps the scullery? I can check with the cook, I suppose.”
More laughter, and I watched the three of them saunter away down the corridor, rich and happy and secure in their world.
I confess, sometimes I daydreamed about Turning into a dragon and biting their heads off.
But they were probably poisonous, anyway.
The conversation I’d been dreading came two days later.
Again, in Westcliffe’s office.
“Miss Jones. You will be pleased to know I’ve received notification regarding your new residence for the summer.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll not draw out the suspense. You’ve been assigned to the Sisters of the Splintered Cross Orphanage. It is in Callander. In Scotland.”
“Oh.”
“Southern Scotland, I believe. Have you ever been?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Ah. Well, I’m certain it’s a fine place. Scotland is, by
“You have made your point, Miss Jones. I hardly wish to embarrass myself by presenting you to the faculty and parents of Iverson with your practical skills in such a state. You may play what you wish for the graduation.”
“But, sir ,” protested Mittie, either because she hated me the most or loved whining the most (probably both), “is that fair ? All the rest of us have to show what we’ve learned—”
“Do you desire to sit through a ten-minute cacophony of sharps and flats, Miss Bashier? I do not. I assume your parents do not. Let us accept with grace what we cannot change in a week, ladies.”
“Or in a lifetime,” muttered Caroline, provoking a fresh round of snickering.
After class, as everyone was crowding through the ballroom doors, Sophia swung into step beside me and sent me a slanting look.
“Are you really that poor a player? Or is it on purpose?”
“No,” I answered grimly. “I really am that poor.”
“That’s too bad. I was rather hoping you were doing it deliberately. To put a tweak in Vachon’s nose.”
“Vachon carries a stick with him, in case you didn’t notice, and he’s very glad to use it. I have no interest in tweaking any part of him.”
“How disappointing,” she sighed. “And all this time, I thought you such the rebel.”
I was surprised into a laugh, and her pale eyes grew just a tad too wide.
“Well, after all, there was that business of you getting shot. Certainly no other girl here would ever have done such a thing.”
“Yes. It was so rebellious of me to have put myself in front of a bullet I never saw coming.”
She went on as if I hadn’t spoken. “And the fact that you’ve captured Armand’s attention, if not his heart. The mudlark and the aristocrat! If that’s not the out-and-out definition of rebellion, I don’t know what is.”
“Lord Armand and I are friends, Sophia. That’s all.”
“Oh, come! We’ve been chums for weeks ! I thought we were beyond all these silly lies. He practically salivates whenever he sees you.”
Ahead of us Stella and Mittie were strolling arm in arm, whispering and tittering.
“Friends,” I said again, firm.
“Is that why he was driving you back from wherever you went yesterday? Just to be friendly?”
“He was driving me and Westcliffe,” I pointed out.
“Hmm. Where did you go yesterday, by the way?”
To see the mad duke. To hear a mad idea.
“Nowhere,” I said. “Just to the village, to see the doctor.”
“I say, Eleanore.” Mittie broke off the whispering to throw me a glance from over her shoulder. “Stella and I have had the most marvelous notion.”
“Yes!” Stella gave me a big grin. “We’re all so concerned about how you have nowhere to land soon. Summer and all that. So why not go stay with Sophia for the holiday? She could always use—” She paused, brimming with glee; I braced myself.”Another maid !”
This sent them both into peals of laughter. Lady Sophia shook her head. She walked up between them and put her arms around their waists.
“I have all the maids I need, thank you. But perhaps the scullery? I can check with the cook, I suppose.”
More laughter, and I watched the three of them saunter away down the corridor, rich and happy and secure in their world.
I confess, sometimes I daydreamed about Turning into a dragon and biting their heads off.
But they were probably poisonous, anyway.
The conversation I’d been dreading came two days later.
Again, in Westcliffe’s office.
“Miss Jones. You will be pleased to know I’ve received notification regarding your new residence for the summer.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll not draw out the suspense. You’ve been assigned to the Sisters of the Splintered Cross Orphanage. It is in Callander. In Scotland.”
“Oh.”
“Southern Scotland, I believe. Have you ever been?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Ah. Well, I’m certain it’s a fine place. Scotland is, by
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