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‘Tom. Tell me this. Is it finished with?’
‘Yes,’ I said, without hesitation.
‘And you promise you won’t work for that bastard again?’
‘ Never .’
She reached over and hugged me close, hiding her tenderness in a grip that half-crushed my ribs. ‘Well then,’ she said, when she was done injuring me. ‘You are forgiven. Are you not the luckiest dog alive?’
Sam materialised, and dropped a packet of ice in my lap. I shrieked an oath.
‘Mrs Jenkins wants sixpence.’
‘Cow,’ Kitty muttered.
‘Did you enjoy the play, Sam?’ I asked, once I’d recovered.
Sam shook his head, curls flying.
‘Oh!’ Eliot and Kitty protested together.
‘It was made up,’ Sam shrugged. ‘Don’t see the point of it.’
‘What was the play?’
‘ The Beggar ’ s Opera ,’ Kitty answered for him, when it became clear that Sam did not know and did not care. ‘We’ve been talking about it for weeks, Tom.’
‘Oh . . .!’ I said, crestfallen. ‘I was longing to see that.’
Kitty muttered something under her breath.
Eliot slapped his hands upon the table and pushed himself up from his chair. ‘I’m sure it will run for weeks. Anything that rude about parliament is sure to be a success.’
‘Was it not about a gang of thieves . . .? Ah. ’
Eliot squeezed himself into his coat, flexing his arms with a look of surprise, as if it had shrunk since he took it off. ‘I doubt Mr Gay will be welcome in court from now on. But I suppose that was the point. The play is his revenge upon them all.’
‘Indeed?’ Eliot made it his business to read every newspaper and broadsheet he could lay his hands upon, and always knew the gossip around the court. ‘How so?’
He plucked his hat from its hook on the wall. ‘Gay is a great friend of Henrietta Howard. He was sure she’d secure a nice plump position for him at court one day – planned his future on it. Then old frog eyes was crowned king and it transpired that Mrs Howard had no influence over him whatsoever. It’s the queen he listens to and no one else. Who would have guessed it? A man taking advice from his wife .’ He winked at Kitty. ‘Most unnatural.’
I smiled but stayed quiet, thinking of the terrified woman I had met so briefly tonight. I was not surprised she’d failed to help John Gay: she couldn’t even save herself. Had she promised something similar to the man who had attacked her tonight? Some preferment that had failed to appear? Ach, and what did it matter? I would never see her again.
‘Mackheath should have hanged,’ Sam said.
‘Hanged?’ Eliot was outraged. ‘He’s the hero!’
‘He’s a highwayman,’ Kitty corrected him, plucking his hat from his head and setting it upon hers at a jaunty angle.
‘You can’t kill the hero, not in a comedy,’ Eliot persisted, reaching for his hat. Kitty swirled away from him, laughing. ‘The audience would riot.’
Sam disagreed. ‘Seen fifty or more Mackheaths turned off at Tyburn. The audience cheers.’
Later, Kitty and I lay in bed, drowsing under thick blankets as the fire dwindled to ash. I rested my head against her heart, listening to its soft beat as she ran her hand over my scalp, bristles rasping beneath her fingers.
‘I must visit the barber,’ I said.
She traced a finger down my bruised jaw. ‘Leave it to grow a little. I like it when it turns soft. It feels like moleskin.’
I chuckled and reached for her hand.
‘Tom,’ she said, after a while. ‘Could I have lost you tonight?’
I thought of the man’s fingers tearing at my throat. The heavy thud of horses’ hooves. The desperation and terror in Henrietta’s eyes. ‘Of course not.’
‘I couldn’t live without you,’ she said, very quiet.
I laughed. ‘You could live very well without me. Think of the money you’d save.’
She sighed and said nothing. The room was dark, and silent, but I could feel her disappointment in the air all around me, settling upon me like a dank
‘Yes,’ I said, without hesitation.
‘And you promise you won’t work for that bastard again?’
‘ Never .’
She reached over and hugged me close, hiding her tenderness in a grip that half-crushed my ribs. ‘Well then,’ she said, when she was done injuring me. ‘You are forgiven. Are you not the luckiest dog alive?’
Sam materialised, and dropped a packet of ice in my lap. I shrieked an oath.
‘Mrs Jenkins wants sixpence.’
‘Cow,’ Kitty muttered.
‘Did you enjoy the play, Sam?’ I asked, once I’d recovered.
Sam shook his head, curls flying.
‘Oh!’ Eliot and Kitty protested together.
‘It was made up,’ Sam shrugged. ‘Don’t see the point of it.’
‘What was the play?’
‘ The Beggar ’ s Opera ,’ Kitty answered for him, when it became clear that Sam did not know and did not care. ‘We’ve been talking about it for weeks, Tom.’
‘Oh . . .!’ I said, crestfallen. ‘I was longing to see that.’
Kitty muttered something under her breath.
Eliot slapped his hands upon the table and pushed himself up from his chair. ‘I’m sure it will run for weeks. Anything that rude about parliament is sure to be a success.’
‘Was it not about a gang of thieves . . .? Ah. ’
Eliot squeezed himself into his coat, flexing his arms with a look of surprise, as if it had shrunk since he took it off. ‘I doubt Mr Gay will be welcome in court from now on. But I suppose that was the point. The play is his revenge upon them all.’
‘Indeed?’ Eliot made it his business to read every newspaper and broadsheet he could lay his hands upon, and always knew the gossip around the court. ‘How so?’
He plucked his hat from its hook on the wall. ‘Gay is a great friend of Henrietta Howard. He was sure she’d secure a nice plump position for him at court one day – planned his future on it. Then old frog eyes was crowned king and it transpired that Mrs Howard had no influence over him whatsoever. It’s the queen he listens to and no one else. Who would have guessed it? A man taking advice from his wife .’ He winked at Kitty. ‘Most unnatural.’
I smiled but stayed quiet, thinking of the terrified woman I had met so briefly tonight. I was not surprised she’d failed to help John Gay: she couldn’t even save herself. Had she promised something similar to the man who had attacked her tonight? Some preferment that had failed to appear? Ach, and what did it matter? I would never see her again.
‘Mackheath should have hanged,’ Sam said.
‘Hanged?’ Eliot was outraged. ‘He’s the hero!’
‘He’s a highwayman,’ Kitty corrected him, plucking his hat from his head and setting it upon hers at a jaunty angle.
‘You can’t kill the hero, not in a comedy,’ Eliot persisted, reaching for his hat. Kitty swirled away from him, laughing. ‘The audience would riot.’
Sam disagreed. ‘Seen fifty or more Mackheaths turned off at Tyburn. The audience cheers.’
Later, Kitty and I lay in bed, drowsing under thick blankets as the fire dwindled to ash. I rested my head against her heart, listening to its soft beat as she ran her hand over my scalp, bristles rasping beneath her fingers.
‘I must visit the barber,’ I said.
She traced a finger down my bruised jaw. ‘Leave it to grow a little. I like it when it turns soft. It feels like moleskin.’
I chuckled and reached for her hand.
‘Tom,’ she said, after a while. ‘Could I have lost you tonight?’
I thought of the man’s fingers tearing at my throat. The heavy thud of horses’ hooves. The desperation and terror in Henrietta’s eyes. ‘Of course not.’
‘I couldn’t live without you,’ she said, very quiet.
I laughed. ‘You could live very well without me. Think of the money you’d save.’
She sighed and said nothing. The room was dark, and silent, but I could feel her disappointment in the air all around me, settling upon me like a dank
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