directly with you. Mistress Dennison and I ask only that you dine with the other members of this household and take tea in the drawing room.”
“And if I refuse?”
A look of exasperation crossed Mr. Dennison’s face, but he held up a hand as his wife seemed about to remonstrate. “I think you know better than to do so,” he said. “You are in need of a safe haven, and you have one here. But itseems reasonable to ask that you obey the rules of the house.”
Juliana turned away, defeated. The threat was clear enough. It wouldn’t take the magistrates long to discover her true identity once they were told her story. The landlord of the Bell in Wood Street would remember that the Winchester coach had arrived at the same time as the York stage. Piecing together the rest would be easy for them.
“Come, my dear.” Mistress Dennison’s voice was soft and cajoling. She laid a gentle hand on Juliana’s arm. “I’ll ring for Bella and she’ll help you to dress. The gown will set off your eyes and hair to perfection, I promise you.”
“That is hardly an incentive in these circumstances, ma’am,” Juliana said dryly, but she turned back to the room. “If you are determined to have my maidenhead, then it seems there’s little I can do to prevent it.”
“Don’t be so untrusting,” Elizabeth scolded, patting her arm. “My husband and I will force nothing upon you. Your business lies with the Duke of Redmayne, and you may negotiate with him however you please.”
Juliana’s eyes narrowed. “You would have me believe that you have no interest, financial or otherwise, in the duke’s plans for me? Forgive me, ma’am, if I doubt that. A procuress expects to be paid, I’m sure.”
“What a stubborn, ill-tempered chit it is, to be sure,” Elizabeth declared to her husband. “I wish His Grace joy of her.” She tossed her elaborately coiffed head in disgust and sailed from the room, followed by Richard.
Perhaps it was unwise to alienate those two on whom her present comfort and security depended, Juliana reflected with a rueful grimace. She went over to the bed and began to examine the garments. There was an apple-green quilted petticoat to pair with the jade-green gown, an underpetticoat and chemise of embroidered lawn, silk stockings and garters, a pair of ruffled engageantes to slip over her forearms, and those ridiculous shoes.
She sat on the bed and slipped one cotton-stockinged foot into a shoe. It fitted perfectly. Presumably they’d usedher boots as a model. Her feet were so big, they couldn’t have guessed the size with this accuracy. She extended her foot, examining the shoe with her head on one side. It did make her toot look uncharacteristically elegant. But could she walk on it? She slipped on the other shoe, then gingerly stood up. Equally gingerly, she took a step and swayed precariously. The shoes pinched now most dreadfully, squashing her toes and making her insteps ache.
“Oh, miss, aren’t they pretty?” Bella cried from the door as she bustled in, bearing a jug of steaming hot water. “Would ye care for a bath afore dinner? I could ’ave a footman bring up a tub.”
Juliana sat down again and kicked off the shoes. Her last bath had been on her wedding morning. Maybe it would be as well to prepare herself for whatever the evening was going to bring. Like a sacrificial virgin, she thought with an unlooked-for glimmer of amusement. Her sense of humor was frequently misplaced and had in the past involved her in as much trouble as her unruly feet. But in present circumstances, she reflected, it could hardly make things worse.
“Yes, please, Bella.”
“I could make up an ’enna rinse fer your hair, if’n ye’d like it,” Bella continued. “It’ll give it a powerful shine. Miss Deborah uses it when she ’as an evening with Lord Bridgeworth. Not that ’er ’air’s as pretty as your’n. Quite dull it is, next to your’n.” She beamed as if she took special pride in
“And if I refuse?”
A look of exasperation crossed Mr. Dennison’s face, but he held up a hand as his wife seemed about to remonstrate. “I think you know better than to do so,” he said. “You are in need of a safe haven, and you have one here. But itseems reasonable to ask that you obey the rules of the house.”
Juliana turned away, defeated. The threat was clear enough. It wouldn’t take the magistrates long to discover her true identity once they were told her story. The landlord of the Bell in Wood Street would remember that the Winchester coach had arrived at the same time as the York stage. Piecing together the rest would be easy for them.
“Come, my dear.” Mistress Dennison’s voice was soft and cajoling. She laid a gentle hand on Juliana’s arm. “I’ll ring for Bella and she’ll help you to dress. The gown will set off your eyes and hair to perfection, I promise you.”
“That is hardly an incentive in these circumstances, ma’am,” Juliana said dryly, but she turned back to the room. “If you are determined to have my maidenhead, then it seems there’s little I can do to prevent it.”
“Don’t be so untrusting,” Elizabeth scolded, patting her arm. “My husband and I will force nothing upon you. Your business lies with the Duke of Redmayne, and you may negotiate with him however you please.”
Juliana’s eyes narrowed. “You would have me believe that you have no interest, financial or otherwise, in the duke’s plans for me? Forgive me, ma’am, if I doubt that. A procuress expects to be paid, I’m sure.”
“What a stubborn, ill-tempered chit it is, to be sure,” Elizabeth declared to her husband. “I wish His Grace joy of her.” She tossed her elaborately coiffed head in disgust and sailed from the room, followed by Richard.
Perhaps it was unwise to alienate those two on whom her present comfort and security depended, Juliana reflected with a rueful grimace. She went over to the bed and began to examine the garments. There was an apple-green quilted petticoat to pair with the jade-green gown, an underpetticoat and chemise of embroidered lawn, silk stockings and garters, a pair of ruffled engageantes to slip over her forearms, and those ridiculous shoes.
She sat on the bed and slipped one cotton-stockinged foot into a shoe. It fitted perfectly. Presumably they’d usedher boots as a model. Her feet were so big, they couldn’t have guessed the size with this accuracy. She extended her foot, examining the shoe with her head on one side. It did make her toot look uncharacteristically elegant. But could she walk on it? She slipped on the other shoe, then gingerly stood up. Equally gingerly, she took a step and swayed precariously. The shoes pinched now most dreadfully, squashing her toes and making her insteps ache.
“Oh, miss, aren’t they pretty?” Bella cried from the door as she bustled in, bearing a jug of steaming hot water. “Would ye care for a bath afore dinner? I could ’ave a footman bring up a tub.”
Juliana sat down again and kicked off the shoes. Her last bath had been on her wedding morning. Maybe it would be as well to prepare herself for whatever the evening was going to bring. Like a sacrificial virgin, she thought with an unlooked-for glimmer of amusement. Her sense of humor was frequently misplaced and had in the past involved her in as much trouble as her unruly feet. But in present circumstances, she reflected, it could hardly make things worse.
“Yes, please, Bella.”
“I could make up an ’enna rinse fer your hair, if’n ye’d like it,” Bella continued. “It’ll give it a powerful shine. Miss Deborah uses it when she ’as an evening with Lord Bridgeworth. Not that ’er ’air’s as pretty as your’n. Quite dull it is, next to your’n.” She beamed as if she took special pride in
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