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becoming pale blue day dress with a high neckline which was adorned by a pretty cream lace collar. Feeling well dressed would give me the confidence to face Richard and show him how displeased I was, even though he was my employer. As things were to turn out, I need not have worried.
Lina and I were making our way down to breakfast and on the first landing we met Richard.
“Good morning, daughter,” he said to Lina, planting a kiss on her cheek, “and good good morning to you, Miss Trent,” he uttered quietly, hardly able to look me in the eye. “Would you kindly come to my study for a moment, for there is something I wish to say to you.”
“I don’t know that I have time, Mr Roseby,” I replied, for the last thing I wanted was to be alone with him when only yesterday morning it would have been everything I wanted.
“Please, Miss Trent, I will only keep you for a moment or two,” he pleaded.
“Will you be alright, Lina, to go on down to breakfast without me?” I asked my charge who was silently watching the scene between her father and I and I set to wondering what she had made of last night’s charade.
“It is alright, Charlotte,” Lina agreed in a very grown up fashion, “You take as long as you like, I’ll go on ahead of you.”
“Don’t forget Mrs Rivers is due at ten,” I reminded her, as she started walking down the stairs. I followed Richard into his study and sat down on the chair he indicated which reminded me of how all this began. Richard, however, did not sit down. He paced backwards and forwards from my chair to the window, his hands clenched behind his back. He eventually stopped his pacing and stood before me.
“I would like to apologise profusely for my behaviour at the dinner table last night,” he began, “and I trust, Miss Trent, that you can forgive me.”
So, I thought, we are back on formal terms. I really didn’t know if I could forgive him. “Lina is continuing her dancing lessons today,” he said walking over to the widow. At his words, I realised that the apology was forgotten and obviously of little consequence for I had not even spoken of it, nor had the chance. He must have assumed that I was ready to forgive his behaviour so I chose to ignore it as well saying, “If this is the case, could I please have the rest of the day off after Mrs Rivers has gone? I desire to purchase a couple of items in town, Mr Roseby and I may not get another chance before the ball?” I spoke with a tremble in my voice for I could not believe that the rapport we had built up over the past few months had trickled away overnight.
“Do you dance, Miss Trent?” His question took me by surprise.
“Yes, I do,” I answered quietly, “although not expertly, but I can get by.”
“Splendid ,” Richard replied coming back to his desk and seating himself on the chair behind it. “You may take the afternoon off, Miss Trent and I trust you will find the articles you need in town.” At which words he perused a letter in front of him and I guessed the meeting was over.
I greeted Mrs Rivers and her two seamstresses who arrived promptly at ten o’clock. As they laid the completed gowns on Lina’s bed, she practically jumped up and down with excitement, but I did not reprimand her on this occasion, as I felt an anticipation myself at seeing my completed gown. I wasn’t to be disappointed at the finished result as I tried it on, the blue skirt swirling around my ankles as I turned to look in the mirror.
“I am more than delighted at the finished result,” I told Mrs Rivers honestly. I glanced across to see Lina twirling around in her ball gown and I smiled for she looked every inch the young lady in a pink silk gown of sophisticated lines with little to adorn it other than deep pink flowers at the hem line, waist and shoulder.
“You look charming, Lina,” I enthused, my own dress forgotten as I walked across to stand before my charge, feeling quite elated at the change in her
Lina and I were making our way down to breakfast and on the first landing we met Richard.
“Good morning, daughter,” he said to Lina, planting a kiss on her cheek, “and good good morning to you, Miss Trent,” he uttered quietly, hardly able to look me in the eye. “Would you kindly come to my study for a moment, for there is something I wish to say to you.”
“I don’t know that I have time, Mr Roseby,” I replied, for the last thing I wanted was to be alone with him when only yesterday morning it would have been everything I wanted.
“Please, Miss Trent, I will only keep you for a moment or two,” he pleaded.
“Will you be alright, Lina, to go on down to breakfast without me?” I asked my charge who was silently watching the scene between her father and I and I set to wondering what she had made of last night’s charade.
“It is alright, Charlotte,” Lina agreed in a very grown up fashion, “You take as long as you like, I’ll go on ahead of you.”
“Don’t forget Mrs Rivers is due at ten,” I reminded her, as she started walking down the stairs. I followed Richard into his study and sat down on the chair he indicated which reminded me of how all this began. Richard, however, did not sit down. He paced backwards and forwards from my chair to the window, his hands clenched behind his back. He eventually stopped his pacing and stood before me.
“I would like to apologise profusely for my behaviour at the dinner table last night,” he began, “and I trust, Miss Trent, that you can forgive me.”
So, I thought, we are back on formal terms. I really didn’t know if I could forgive him. “Lina is continuing her dancing lessons today,” he said walking over to the widow. At his words, I realised that the apology was forgotten and obviously of little consequence for I had not even spoken of it, nor had the chance. He must have assumed that I was ready to forgive his behaviour so I chose to ignore it as well saying, “If this is the case, could I please have the rest of the day off after Mrs Rivers has gone? I desire to purchase a couple of items in town, Mr Roseby and I may not get another chance before the ball?” I spoke with a tremble in my voice for I could not believe that the rapport we had built up over the past few months had trickled away overnight.
“Do you dance, Miss Trent?” His question took me by surprise.
“Yes, I do,” I answered quietly, “although not expertly, but I can get by.”
“Splendid ,” Richard replied coming back to his desk and seating himself on the chair behind it. “You may take the afternoon off, Miss Trent and I trust you will find the articles you need in town.” At which words he perused a letter in front of him and I guessed the meeting was over.
I greeted Mrs Rivers and her two seamstresses who arrived promptly at ten o’clock. As they laid the completed gowns on Lina’s bed, she practically jumped up and down with excitement, but I did not reprimand her on this occasion, as I felt an anticipation myself at seeing my completed gown. I wasn’t to be disappointed at the finished result as I tried it on, the blue skirt swirling around my ankles as I turned to look in the mirror.
“I am more than delighted at the finished result,” I told Mrs Rivers honestly. I glanced across to see Lina twirling around in her ball gown and I smiled for she looked every inch the young lady in a pink silk gown of sophisticated lines with little to adorn it other than deep pink flowers at the hem line, waist and shoulder.
“You look charming, Lina,” I enthused, my own dress forgotten as I walked across to stand before my charge, feeling quite elated at the change in her
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