Enticed

by Virginia Henley

  Kitty's Irish was up as she observed his carefully concealed bald spot and expensive clothes. Finally when he handed her a tiny packet and asked for twelve guineas, she knew he had her over a barrel in asking such a ridiculous price. Her pride wouldn't allow her to haggle over the cost, but she couldn't help giving him a setdown. She looked at him blandly and said, "I've heard this stuff is good for baldness," then turned on her heel prettily and departed unruffled but pleased with herself.

  "I want a few minutes alone with you, Julia. Will you come up to Patrick's room, where we won't be overheard?"

  Julia, intrigued, followed her upstairs.

  "Please don't interrupt me until I'm finished, Julia. I've made up my mind to do something which no amount of arguing will change. I'm going to America, to Patrick. I hope to sail next week. I'm a widow now and I see no reason why I should wait months for him to return."

  Julia opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. "Please don't waste your breath trying to dissuade me." "Then all I can say is bonne chance," Julia smiled kindly. "Now then, I have a present for you." Kitty reached into her reticule and handed Julia the packet. Her eyes widened as she realized what Kitty had done for her. Then tears of relief and gratitude mingled and fell down her cheeks. "I've also learned of a simple device to use to prevent conception. I'll write it down for you."

  Barbara came running in, breathless with excitement. "Oh, Kitty, Terrance has just told me. I think you're the bravest person in the whole world!"

  Kitty started to laugh, almost hysterically. She was quite willing to bet she was the most terrified person in all London. Her insides were jelly when she thought of the terrifying sea voyage that was ahead of her. Then there was the child. She couldn't even allow her thoughts to wonder what she would do if Patrick would not marry her. An illegitimate child in Victorian England was so sinful its stigma lasted a lifetime. Beyond this was the dark fear of childbirth. Her own mother had died giving birth to Terry and the thought was enough to make her mouth go dry and her knees turn to water.

  "I want you to help me pick out some traveling clothes, Barbara. Then maybe we can dine at that new fancy restaurant after the shops close this evening. I don't think Julia is feeling too well, and I think she'd like to be left alone for a few hours."

  Kitty bought an amber velvet gown with a square neckline and puffed sleeves. At another shop she purchased a pale green wool with long sleeves and a dark green velvet cloak with a heavy quilted lining. Queen Victoria had set the fashions to disguise her many pregnancies. Kitty was glad of the full skirts, for though she hadn't started to expand yet, they would be useful in the months ahead to camouflage her condition.

  Barbara and Kitty didn't return to Cadogen Square

  until after eight that evening. As soon as Kitty deposited her packages in her room she went along to Julia's bedroom.

  "May I come in for a moment?"

  Julia's voice rang out, "It worked splendidly, Kitty, but by God I've gone through hell this afternoon. The worst seems to be over but I'm still having awful cramps."

  "I think you will have, but I suggest we have the doctor come and have a look at you just to be on the safe side."

  "But, Kitty, he'll know!" she protested.

  "Very likely he'll have his suspicions, but there isn't a damned thing he can do about it, is there? He can't put it back, can he?"

  "But what if he goes to Jeffrey with the story?"

  "The best thing is for me to send him a note telling him you've miscarried and we've sent for the doctor. He'll come dashing home from his club or wherever he's gotten to at this time of night, filled with guilt and showering you with sympathy."

  "You know a lot about men, don't you, Kitty?" asked Julia with admiration.

  "Do I?" wondered Kitty, surprised.

  "Please see baby Jeffrey gets to bed without me tonight and send that note off to his father right away. Terrance probably can run him to earth."

  While Barbara and Kitty bathed the baby, Kitty observed him closely. He was all 0' Reilly, exactly as Patrick must have been. He had a head full of black, silky curls, a very red mouth that was either chortling with laughter or screaming his displeasure with those about him. He was a robust, sturdy baby with all-knowing Irish eyes, and not one speck of his father's blue blood showed up in his physical appearance. She prayed that her own baby would be half as lovely.

  The next morning she took a hansom cab to The Swan with Two Necks in Lud Lane

  . They owned sixty coaches and over a thousand horses. To sit up on top cost three pence per mile, while a seat inside cost five pence. The weather was too miserable for Kitty even to consider an outside seat. The trip from London to Bolton would take twenty-eight hours, with a stop for the night at Leicester. The coachman would expect a tip of at least a shilling, and the guard would want half a crown. Doing mental arithmetic, Kitty allowed five pounds for the trip. The generous amount Patrick had given her had shrunk to such minuscule proportions that Kitty felt guilty. What had seemed like an adventure soon deteriorated into a wearying trial of endurance. The seats were so hard you could get relief only by shifting about, but the passengers were packed so tightly you had to sit still to avoid encroaching on your neighbors. The roads were so bad with the constant downpour that all the passengers had to disembark every time the coach came to a steep hill because the horses couldn't climb and pull in the mud. Although her cloak was sodden and her shoes and stockings wet through, Kitty pitied the horses and felt annoyed at the complaints of the other passengers, most of which came from the men, she noted with contempt. The next morning her clothes still were damp when she embarked at Leicester. The sky was leaden, but at least it had stopped raining. When the coach finally unloaded at the Packhorse Hotel in Bolton, Kitty stumbled and could hardly walk. Resolutely she picked up her bag and walked down the dirty, narrow streets that led to Spake Hazy. It was after dark, but the lamp lighters had done their rounds and the gas lights shone their brave yellow along each cobbled street.

  After Kitty had been sitting in front of the fire, laughing and chattering for an hour, it was almost as if she had never been away. Everything was the same, except Ada had produced another child and by the looks of her, she was off again. When the household retired, Kitty and Swaddy were able to be private at last.

  "Well, my beauty, you're off to America, are you?" "Patrick promised to marry me, and I don't see the need to wait months and months until he sails home. Do you?"

  His eyes twinkled. "Well, lass, if he's been at you, it would be a good idea to get that ring on your finger."

  "Grandada, don't reproach me. I've been wildly in love with him since I was a child."

  "Couldn't you have satisfied yourself with that young husband you wed?"

  "No, I'm afraid not. He married me only because he fell in love with Terry."

  "Then he deserved to die. Remember, beauty: no guilt." Kitty pressed ten pounds into his hand before she curled up for the night.

  "Thanks, acushla. Make an effort to behave yourself in the future, lass. You have an uncanny knack for getting into scrapes."

  She laughed and said, "Patrick will look after me."

  He shook his head and thought, "A man would need to wear his jackboots to control you, lass."

  It was teatime the next day when Kitty walked past the posh Adelphi Hotel in Liverpool. Inside, waiters in white gloves and frock coats served wafer-thin cucumber and watercress sandwiches to the elite who politely listened to a twenty-five-piece orchestra hidden behind a jungle of foliage. Kitty hurried past and bought a pie from a pieman hawking his wares. Liverpool was peopled with seamen from all over the world, lascars, black men and at least half the population seemed to be Oriental. A large directory on the wall of the Lyver Building told Kitty where Isaac Bolt had his offices. She knocked and walked in. A clerk asked her business and she told him she wished to speak to Isaac Bolt.

  "I'm afraid he's occupied at the moment, ma'am." He hesitated. "His daughters are with him
."

  "Well, I'm sure if you told him that the sister of his partner, Mr. O'Reilly, was in his waiting room, he would see me," she ventured.

  "Oh, I'm pleased to meet you, madame. Mr. O'Reilly is a great favorite around here. I'll tell Mr. Bolt right away that you are here."

  She was shown into an office with large, ugly furniture. Isaac Bolt was in his sixties with graying mutton chop whiskers. The eldest daughter was quite pretty, but the younger one had slightly protuberant eyes with hooded lids. Kitty knew immediately that she was very shrewd. Kitty held out her hand to Isaac Bolt and smiled. "I'm Patrick's sister, Barbara. How do you do, Mr. Bolt?"

  "A pleasure, my dear. These are my daughters. Alice is the pretty one, and this is Maude. Maude is the fey one, but what she lacks in beauty she makes up for with brains." He laughed heartily and Maude stood up on tiptoes and whispered something in his ear. "Exactly so, exactly so, Maude. What service may I render you, Miss O'Reilly?"

  "I'm going to join Patrick in America. I would like passage to Charleston on the first available ship."

  "I do admire an adventuress. Let's see now: Big Jim Harrding is sailing tomorrow or the next day. I can issue your tickets right here."

  "How much is the passage, Mr. Bolt?"

  "Well, let's see now. It's forty pounds, or if you wish a cabin to yourself and first-class service, it's fifty pounds."

  "Oh, that's fine," said Kitty, carefully extracting fifty pounds from her purse.

  "Are you traveling alone?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

  "Yes. You see, my maid took sick on the journey from London, so I left her at our house in Bolton," she improvised quickly.

  "I see. Well, just a moment and I'll validate this ticket for you. Now, you must stay with us tonight. We're on our way home now. My girls will be delighted to have you, my dear."

  "Ah-well, I was planning to put up at the Adelphi Hotel," she lied, "but you know how they frown on women traveling alone."

  "Just so, my dear, just so."

  Kitty smiled to herself as she sat down to dinner. Boiled meat, boiled potatoes, boiled cabbage. It was all so unappetizing. Kitty realized it was fortunate she hadn't developed a delicate palate. She marveled at Isaac Bolt, who seemed to have the digestion of a horse. When dessert arrived, he exclaimed with relish, "Ah, spotted dick!"

  Kitty laughed aloud, not at the quaint name he had given it, but at the fact that the pudding also was boiled.

  After dinner, her father insisted Alice sing for them. He requested all the mawkish, sentimental Irish ballads and Alice delivered them in her high, too-sweet voice, while her father beamed fatuously. The evening seemed endless, until Kitty wished she had spent the night under a hedge. Somehow the evening came to a close.

  "I'll take you down to the ship in my carriage in the morning and see you safely aboard. Maude here will show you to a guest room. Breakfast is at seven sharp. Alice, come."

  When they were alone, Maude looked at Kitty and said, "Excruciating, wasn't it?"

  Kitty's lips twitched appreciatively and she came close to liking Maude. On impulse Kitty said, "When I came into the office today, what did you whisper to your father?"

  "I said, 'If that's Patrick's sister, I'm a Chinaman!'"

  Kitty blushed vividly. "Then why did he let me continue with the deception?"

  Maude shrugged. "Don't worry about Father; his whole life's a deception." She jerked her head toward the stairs and said, "He's having her, you know."

  "You don't mean ... you can't mean ... his own daughter? I don't believe it!"

  Maude laughed. "Believe it! I'm the youngest of twenty-one children he's had out of four different wives. When the last one died, the family all got together and decided to put a stop to him having droves of wives and children. There's twenty-one of us to divvy up when he goes to that great shipyard in the sky, so Alice was the logical sacrifice."

  "But that's unheard oil" said Kitty.

  Maude chuckled. "Aye, unheard of, but a common enough practice all the same. Think now, surely you know one or two families where a widower has one of his daughters fill his wife's place?"

  "Only socially," protested Kitty.

  "Socially and privately," assured Maude.

  "Does Patrick know what's going on?" asked Kitty, scandalized.

  "I'm certain he doesn't, however, we all could stand on our heads and smoke Indian hemp and he wouldn't show a flicker of interest in us personally. He's all business. In fact, you are a very big surprise to me. I've often wondered about Patrick's woman. I pictured either a toffee-nosed daughter of a peer, or a plain-faced girl as rich as Croesus. I never thought he'd let his heart overrule his head in a million years."

  "Well," Kitty said with a laugh, "that's a very pretty compliment. Thank you."

  "Save the thanks, lass; you aren't wed yet!"

  Chapter 19

  Kitty took one look at the captain, Big Jim Harding, and felt terrified. He was a huge man with a barrel chest. He had a full beard of golden curls, but his head was shaved bald. When he raised his voice to shout orders to the men, it could be heard from one end of the ship to the other. His laugh was full-bellied and his mouth showed the glint of gold teeth. "Jemmy! Jemmy! Take this lady to the small cabin next to mine. Ma'am, I'll be sailing on the evening tide, I'd be obliged if you can keep to your cabin until after we sail." He nodded a curt dismissal and Kitty followed the cabinboy below decks. The cabin was small with a neat wooden bunk built into the wall. There was a tall sea chest, which doubled as a table with a stool beside it. There was no cupboard or wardrobe for her clothes, but only wooden pegs on the walls. The floor was bare boards without covering, and the room boasted only three things to add to her comfort: an oil lamp, a tin bowl for washing and a chamber pot. Kitty was quite pleased with the cabin. It smelled salty fresh. The floorboards had obviously been scrubbed with seawater, and she was thankful the bed was clean. When she lay down on the bunk to rest, the gentle rocking motion of the water lulled her to sleep. She awoke when Jemmy brought her supper. The food was good. When she finished there was a knock on the door. Captain Harding entered and filled the room with his presence. Kitty gave a little gasp of fear, at which he laughed. His presence was so overpowering in the small cabin, Kitty could hardly breathe. He was so male, it was tangible in the air.

  "Are you Isaac Bolt's woman?" he asked bluntly.

  "Of course not!" she said angrily. "I'm no one's woman!"

  "Then how's your sex life?" he said and grinned.

  She gasped. "Captain Harding, how dare you show me such disrespect?"

  He threw back his head and laughed. "Go on with you, I'm just pulling your leg! Don't you think I know how Victorian girls are brought up in England? Damned unnatural. All them clothes you wear from your earholes to the floor. I tell you, seductions have become damned difficult, so take that worried look off your face," he said with a laugh.

  "I assure you, Captain Harding, I never . . ."

  "I'll bet you never," he said, grinning. "You don't know what you're missing. Why, do you know, in certain parts of the world the young women run about naked?"

  She was sure he enjoyed shocking her, so she said repressively, "Please, Captain, I should like to be alone. Was there something you wished of me?"

  "Call me Big Jim. Do you know why they call me Big Jim?"

  She paled visibly.

  "No, no, it's not what you're thinking! Mine's no bigger than the next man's." He laughed, then winked. "It's just harder!"

  "Good night, Captain Harding," and she blushed over his name.

  After he had gone, she found that she was trembling.

  "Such a coarse, uncouth man. So vulgar and ... and ... male!" she said to herself. She feared she would be raped in her bed before the night was over, and lay for hours not daring to close her eyes. She was awakened by a knock on the cabin door.

  She was amazed to find it was morning. She let Jemmy in with her breakfast and said, "I was afraid it was the captain."

&nb
sp; "You are never afraid of the captain, are you, ma'am?

  He's a wonderful man!"

  "Yes, I am afraid. He's so big and coarse and vulgar. He scares me out of my wits with that shaved head of his."

  "Oh, his looks are deceivin', all right. I could see where he'd frighten you if you met him in a dark alley, but once you get to know him, he's a real gentleman."

  "Gentleman? That's not how I'd describe him! What do you mean?"

  "You should see him in port when he walks down the street. If he meets a little girl, he gives her a flower; a little lad, and he hands out money."

  "Really?" she asked.

  "That's the captain. Now, eat hearty before it's stone cold!"

  Kitty pulled up the little stool to the table and cracked open her boiled egg. The tea began to slosh about in the cup and splashed over into the saucer. The plate slid about on the tray, and the tray slid about on the table. The table seemed to be heaving up and down, and all at once her stomach was keeping time with it. She moaned and covered her mouth. She feared she was going to be sick, but as her insides churned miserably for such an interminable length of time, she began to fear that she wasn't going to be sick and obtain blessed relief. She arose and as she moved toward her bunk, the floor went up under her right foot and down under her left. At last she vomited into the washbowl. All seemed well for a moment. She wiped her mouth on the towel and leaned against the wall. She began rolling with the ship, and the nausea arose again. Acid, stinging her throat; sour smell assaulting her nostrils, she vomited again. She shuddered at her own nastiness and sank down upon her bunk.

  Jemmy took away her dirty bowl, ignoring her protests that she could clean up her own mess. She drank a little water and lay down again. The seasickness was with her all the next day. She refused all food but kept down some water.