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in her ear, "Seize the day. I believe Virgil said it best—fortune to the bold." When she remained stubbornly silent, deliberately ignoring his presence, he added outrageously, "Oh, my sweet, we're in agreement! This bodes well for our future, don't you think? How fortunate we are that great minds think alike."
Glaring at the seductive stranger now seated next to her, she said in a softly menacing voice, "I'll feed you to the fishes, make you walk the plank!"
"The only plank I'm walking is one that leads to your bed," he replied, hiding his grin behind a napkin.
Teeter suddenly appeared, wearing a similar smirk. "I took the liberty of bringing you the port from Provence."
"Thank you, Teeter," said Adam. "You always know just what I want and when I want it. Remarkable quality in good help."
The butler sighed, his squinty eyes tearing up. "And young love is a fine sight to behold."
Eve stared at both men as if they'd grown four heads. Her butler hadn't met this conniver before tonight; how could he?
Serve him just what he wants? Ha
! She'd serve his liver to the eels!
"Transylvania? It must be lovely this time of year. All that snow," Dr. Crane spoke up.
"Of course," Adam agreed, addressing the whole table. "But I must say that I am glad to be in England again with my beautiful wife. I hate to admit it, but I had almost forgotten what Eve looked like." Turning back to her, he smirked. "You were just a portrait before I came here tonight. And I must say, I'm quite impressed. Also with what you've done with the Towers. Quite the thing, you know." Turning to the others, he added playfully, though with a most sincere expression, "What else is a good wife for but to run the asylum?"
Dr. Sigmund concurred, and his own dear wife gave him a speaking glance.
With lightning reflexes, like a participant in a fast country dance, Adam switched his attention back to Eve. "Have you missed me more than I missed you, or vice versa, I wonder? I will be bold and say I missed you more."
Her eyes hard, Eve maintained an insincere smile. "How could I miss you when you're
always in my mind
?"
"How romantic." Countess Caligari sighed, then looked at her fat, balding husband with mild disgust.
"And Adam Griffin is a man of many faces," Eve continued. Then, in a whispered aside to the impostor: "And all of them are scheming and crooked."
"Temper, temper," he replied in her ear, pretending a kiss. "What would the good doctors think? How would polite society feel about you lying all these years? How would your patients feel to know that their doctor had been telling tall tales, falsifying a marriage, and lying through her pretty white teeth?"
Honesty was paramount in building trust. Measuring her opponent's size and mettle, Eve revised her earlier punishment. Walking the plank over shark-infested waters would be too good for him.
"The plate, Teeter," Adam reminded the servant, lifting an aristocratic brow at the butler, who was leaning heavily against the buffet. "I find I am rather hungry after my long and difficult journey back to my bride."
Eve had just decided nastily that perhaps a little revenge could be served hot, lifting her foot to give the odious man a kick, when her guests' gasps made her switch her attention. Teeter was attempting to make a half bow. Swaying once or twice, the butler's big frame threatened to topple over. He said, "I shall get your plate, Dr. Griffin, as soon as the room stops spinning."
Eve held her breath for the umpteenth time on this horrid, horrid night. The big souse was going to land straight on the table by the stewed prunes!
Eve managed to remain seated, though she wanted to howl in misery. How had her life become this farce? In one fell swoop, she had found that she had a traitor for a father, a drunk for a butler, and a liar for a husband who was probably also a confidence man, scheming his way into women's lives and robbing them blind.
"What an absolutely dreadful butler—all that banging and
Glaring at the seductive stranger now seated next to her, she said in a softly menacing voice, "I'll feed you to the fishes, make you walk the plank!"
"The only plank I'm walking is one that leads to your bed," he replied, hiding his grin behind a napkin.
Teeter suddenly appeared, wearing a similar smirk. "I took the liberty of bringing you the port from Provence."
"Thank you, Teeter," said Adam. "You always know just what I want and when I want it. Remarkable quality in good help."
The butler sighed, his squinty eyes tearing up. "And young love is a fine sight to behold."
Eve stared at both men as if they'd grown four heads. Her butler hadn't met this conniver before tonight; how could he?
Serve him just what he wants? Ha
! She'd serve his liver to the eels!
"Transylvania? It must be lovely this time of year. All that snow," Dr. Crane spoke up.
"Of course," Adam agreed, addressing the whole table. "But I must say that I am glad to be in England again with my beautiful wife. I hate to admit it, but I had almost forgotten what Eve looked like." Turning back to her, he smirked. "You were just a portrait before I came here tonight. And I must say, I'm quite impressed. Also with what you've done with the Towers. Quite the thing, you know." Turning to the others, he added playfully, though with a most sincere expression, "What else is a good wife for but to run the asylum?"
Dr. Sigmund concurred, and his own dear wife gave him a speaking glance.
With lightning reflexes, like a participant in a fast country dance, Adam switched his attention back to Eve. "Have you missed me more than I missed you, or vice versa, I wonder? I will be bold and say I missed you more."
Her eyes hard, Eve maintained an insincere smile. "How could I miss you when you're
always in my mind
?"
"How romantic." Countess Caligari sighed, then looked at her fat, balding husband with mild disgust.
"And Adam Griffin is a man of many faces," Eve continued. Then, in a whispered aside to the impostor: "And all of them are scheming and crooked."
"Temper, temper," he replied in her ear, pretending a kiss. "What would the good doctors think? How would polite society feel about you lying all these years? How would your patients feel to know that their doctor had been telling tall tales, falsifying a marriage, and lying through her pretty white teeth?"
Honesty was paramount in building trust. Measuring her opponent's size and mettle, Eve revised her earlier punishment. Walking the plank over shark-infested waters would be too good for him.
"The plate, Teeter," Adam reminded the servant, lifting an aristocratic brow at the butler, who was leaning heavily against the buffet. "I find I am rather hungry after my long and difficult journey back to my bride."
Eve had just decided nastily that perhaps a little revenge could be served hot, lifting her foot to give the odious man a kick, when her guests' gasps made her switch her attention. Teeter was attempting to make a half bow. Swaying once or twice, the butler's big frame threatened to topple over. He said, "I shall get your plate, Dr. Griffin, as soon as the room stops spinning."
Eve held her breath for the umpteenth time on this horrid, horrid night. The big souse was going to land straight on the table by the stewed prunes!
Eve managed to remain seated, though she wanted to howl in misery. How had her life become this farce? In one fell swoop, she had found that she had a traitor for a father, a drunk for a butler, and a liar for a husband who was probably also a confidence man, scheming his way into women's lives and robbing them blind.
"What an absolutely dreadful butler—all that banging and
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