“We have to congregate — ”
“We’re learning French and have to know how to say ‘être’ by heart or he’ll punish us — ”
“And it’s very hard to remember it.”
Felix was thunderstruck. What in the name of Hades was wrong with Fothergill? Six-year-olds conjugating French verbs? His heart went out to them, and, before he could think the better of it, resolved to offer them his help.
“Well you know, when I was at school I didn’t care for French either, but I found a way to do it that made it easy.”
“What was that?” asked two eager voices in unison.
“Well now, let me see. Try this.
Je suis, came to tea
Tu Es, couldn’t care less
Il est, is the best
Nous sommes, it’s all a hum.
Vous etes, Hoskins’ a pet
Ils sont, is all we want!”
The twins giggled. “Can we say it with you, Mr. Beaumont?”
“Most assuredly.”
Amy slipped her hand into Felix’s, making him feel absurdly privileged. He placed his other arm around Josh’s shoulders, and the three of them strolled the lawns, calling out his ridiculous rhyme at the top of their voices. By the time the luncheon gong sounded, Felix was confident that they’d be word perfect for Fothergill that afternoon.
“We have our luncheon in the kitchen with Mrs. Graham,” Josh explained as they headed together towards the house.
“She says she doesn’t think it’s hygic…hygenik…clean to have Hoskins in there. Then she pretends not to see him and drops things on the floor for him.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Beaumont.” They waved as they skipped around the side of the building. “Shall we see you later and tell you how it went?”
“I wish you would.”
Felix sat alone in the drawing room after luncheon. He’d not been at Riverside House for a whole day yet, but already he was starting to have doubts about Mrs. Eden’s involvement with her father. There were so many things which didn’t make sense. Her clothes, for instance: he couldn’t think of any reason why a lady would dress so badly through choice. Even if she was keeping up a pretence of having nothing to do with her father, surely she could still clothe herself more appropriately without exciting comment?
Then there was the state of the gardens, which he’d so recently witnessed at first hand. He’d seen no sign of any gardeners or, come to that, any male staff at all other than the ancient butler. There didn’t appear to be any footmen, boot boys, and the like. There was Mrs. Graham, the cook whom the twins had mentioned, who was married to the butler. Apparently they’d been at Riverside House for more than forty years. Apart from that, Felix had seen only the rather slow-looking girl who had helped to serve dinner the evening before, and a slightly brighter one who’d performed the same service at luncheon today.
This was not a large house, by Felix’s standards; still, it must require a vast number of staff — certainly more than he’d observed — to maintain it. Reviewing the layout, Felix knew that apart from the best room, which he occupied on the first floor, Mrs. Rivers had two rooms for her private use on one side of him, and Mr. and Mrs. Jennings occupied the large room on his left. Fothergill had a room of his own at own end of the corridor, which interlinked with the schoolroom, and Miss Willoughby and Captain Fanshaw had the only remaining rooms on that floor.
The twins slept on the top floor, as must the servants. But what of Mrs. Eden? Surely she wasn’t relegated to the top floor as well? If she was acting purely as her father’s go-between, why endure such deprivation? Twice that day he’d come upon her carrying out menial tasks. Just as when he’d found her wheeling the tea trolley the previous evening, she became flustered, insisting upon offering him explanations for her actions.
Felix was trying to make sense of it all when the door burst open in a manner which he was already starting to recognize. The twins were upon him in seconds, claiming that the French had gone well and that Mr. Fothergill had been very surprised. But they were uncharacteristically subdued and would say nothing more on the matter.
“Well,” Felix said, rising from his chair. “I’m off to the bay to do a little fishing. I met a man in Burton Bradstock, today, who has arranged to meet me there and supply me with tackle.”
“Oh, that will be Mr. Evans — ”
“He persuades everyone who’s new here to fish our river — ”
“The River Bride, it’s called,” offered Josh helpfully.
“Indeed, so I understand. Do you like to fish, twins?”
“Mama doesn’t allow it.”
“What does Mama not allow?”
Felix looked up, unaware that Mrs. Eden had joined them, wondering how long she’d been standing there and what she’d overheard.
“For us to go fishing.”
“It’s dangerous for children on their own, Josh, as you’re well aware.”
“But if we went with Mr. Beaumont — ”
“He would look after us.”
“Has Mr. Beaumont invited you to join him?”
“Well, no, but — ”
“But I was about to, with your permission, Mrs. Eden.” Felix offered a mildly expectant and perfectly courteous expression for her examination.
“Well, I’m not sure it would be wise to — ”
“Oh, Mama, please!” Naturally this was said in unison.
“You may rest assured that I’ll take the best of care of them and would welcome their company.” Felix replaced his courteous expression with a disarming smile.
“Well, all right, then. But you are to do whatever Mr. Beaumont asks of you without question, children, and are not to be any trouble. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mama!” But they were already leaping around, narrowly managing to avoid tripping over Hoskins who was dashing about in tight circles, chasing his tail and generally adding to the mayhem.
Two hours later Felix carried a sound-asleep Amy through the doors of Riverside House. Josh was at his side, valiantly attempting to conceal his yawns. Mrs. Eden had clearly been watching for their return, and came rushing up to them, her face ashen.
“What’s happened? What’s wrong with her? Is she harmed?”
“Calm yourself, Mrs. Eden. She’s merely asleep. Too much excitement and fresh air, I fear.” Felix indicated the yawning Josh with his eyes, causing his mother to expel an audible sigh of relief.
“Well, at least I won’t have the usual struggle to get them to bed tonight. Thank you, Mr. Beaumont, I can take her now.”
“I wouldn’t hear of it. You might wake her. I’ll carry her up for you.”
“I can manage.”
“I dare say, but not as easily as I can.”
Giving her no time to demure, Felix carried Amy up to the first floor and, at receiving a nod from Mrs. Eden, continued on to the second. Saskia opened the door to the twins’ room, and Felix laid Amy on her bed.
“Girls aren’t as strong as us men, are they, Mr. Beaumont?” Josh sank onto his own bed with an exhausted sigh, causing Mrs. Eden and Felix to share the first amused smile of their acquaintanceship.
“You must always take care of your sister, Josh,” Felix said.
“Of course, sir.”
“Have you thanked Mr. Beaumont for his kindness, Josh?”
“Yes, Mama. And we caught lots of fish, but Mr. Beaumont said we had to throw them back because they were too small to eat. Amy didn’t want to put the worms on the hook but girls don’t like doing that either, do they, Mr. Beaumont?”
Leaving Josh chattering away to no one in particular, Felix moved towards the door and whispered to in Mrs. Eden’s ear. “Ask Josh what happened to his knuckles,” he said.
The twins had remained subdued for much of the afternoon, and Felix realized, after a while, why that must be: Josh had angry red marks across the back of his knuckles. Felix and Luc had received a ruler across their own hands during their school days far too often for him
not to recognize the signs…but this attack upon Josh had been particularly vicious.
It was not Felix’s business, of course, and he knew he shouldn’t permit himself to be distracted from his purpose, but it was already too late for that. He’d developed a special rapport with these delightful children, and suspected that if Mrs. Eden wasn’t capable of upbraiding Fothergill for his drink-fuelled brutality against a helpless six-year-old, then he’d feel compelled to do so in her stead.
But Felix soon discovered that he need not have doubted her mettle when it came to protecting her children. He was leaving his room that evening, on the way to dinner, when he heard raised voices coming from the schoolroom. Naturally he stopped to listen.
“Calm yourself, Mrs. Eden, and allow me to worry about the children’s discipline in the schoolroom,” Felix heard Fothergill saying, his oily voice oozing manly condensation.
“Mr. Fothergill, I wish to know precisely what it is that my son did to cause you to beat him so viciously.”
“He was rude about his French verbs,” Fothergill said shortly.
“In what way? Had he not studied?”
“He was word perfect.” Fothergill made this concession with obvious reluctance.
“Then I don’t understand the problem.”
“The problem, my dear lady, is that the twins were making fun of learning, and I regret to inform you that your new guest was entirely responsible for this lassitude.”
“In what respect?”
“My dear, he taught them to conjugate a verb by making up ridiculous rhymes. They thought it was fun.”
A penetrating silence greeted this statement, but when Saskia spoke again Felix could have sworn that she was attempting to keep the amusement out of her voice. “Let me see if I understand you, Mr. Fothergill? Mr. Beaumont was good enough to assist the twins with work that I consider to be far too advanced for them — but, then, you’re already aware of my views on that subject. Mr. Beaumont managed to help them to learn their verb, and to enjoy doing so, yet you considered this to be a reason to violently punish my son.” Her voice had risen again, resonating with undiminished anger. “If that’s how you reward good conduct, Mr. Fothergill, I dread to think what could be in store for my children if they fail to learn their lessons.”
“But, Saskia, my dear, he undermined my authority, and must be taught to respect his elders and betters.”
Felix grunted aloud, unable to believe that even Fothergill could be so pompous.
“It’s ‘Mrs. Eden’ to you, sir.” Felix could easily imagine her breathing deeply as she attempted to keep her temper under control. When she continued, her words were punctuated with firm determination. “Now, Mr. Fothergill, let us understand one another right well: you will never again, I repeat never, strike either of my children without my expressed permission. If I find that you’ve done so, then you will leave this house immediately. Immediately, sir! This is your last warning, Mr. Fothergill. I trust we understand one another.”
“My dear, you don’t understand these things.” Fothergill was back to his most patronising best. “You can’t run this house and expect to keep control of the children as well. You must allow me, at least, to shoulder that burden in your stead. You know that I am exceptionally well-qualified as a teacher, and you really must permit me to know what is best for them. I would, as I’ve told you on any number of occasions, happily shoulder all of your burdens, and remain faithfully at your side as your consort.”
Felix, still eavesdropping shamelessly, had to clench his fists and dig his fingernails into his palms to force himself not to intervene. But it appeared that Mrs. Eden had no need of his assistance, and Felix smiled as she carelessly dismissed his presumptuous proposal.
“Mr. Fothergill, you forget yourself.”
Felix silently applauded her handling of the situation, but suspected Fothergill thought too well of himself to detect the disdainful contempt beneath her words.
“Your father would be so distressed to see you reduced to dealing with such matters as your son’s discipline on your own,” Fothergill said. “Only a man can be expected to undertake such a task.”
A further deathly silence ensued. Felix held his breath. It seemed that he was about to discover the true nature of Fothergill’s residence in this house, and his relationship with Barker’s daughter, rather sooner than he could reasonably have expected to be the case.
“What do you know of my father?” she asked quietly.
“Only that you had some kind of stupid quarrel and are too proud to apologise. But I’m sure he would welcome you and your children back, if only you would admit that you were wrong, and behave in future as a dutiful daughter ought. Everyone around these parts knows what a good and forgiving gentleman Mr. Samuel Barker is.”
Mrs. Eden, in command of herself once more, sounded imperiously detached; Felix could only imagine the haughty tilt of her chin and the anger blazing in those remarkable eyes of hers. “My relationship with my family is not your concern. The education of my children, however, is.” She paused, before issuing her next warning in a frosty tone. “At least for the time being. I give you due notice, however, Mr. Fothergill, and you would do well to heed my words: one more example of the cruelty you exhibited today and you will be out of this house before the end of the day. I trust you understand me, sir?”
The door flew open, but Felix hardly needed to conceal himself. She swept out, her eyes glinting with a mixture of suppressed fury and unshed tears, and marched away from Fothergill’s room, looking neither left nor right.
Chapter Five
MRS. EDEN DIDN’T APPEAR in the drawing room until shortly before dinner was announced. Composed, with no sign of the tears that had been so close when she left the school room, she apologised for her tardiness but offered no explanation for it. A short time later she paused beside Felix and thanked him in an undertone for pointing out Josh’s injury.
“I’m relieved that he confided in you,” she said. “Sometimes, it’s so hard to know…”
It was the closest she’d come to speaking to him of personal matters. Appearing to realise it, she blushed and abruptly stopped whatever she’d been about to say.
“He didn’t exactly confide,” Felix said, keen to prolong their interaction.
“Then how did you know?”
“The twins were subdued this afternoon. When I noticed Josh’s hand I realized how he must have sustained the injury.” Felix offered her a puerile grin. “I received a ruler across my knuckles during my school days often enough to recognize the signs. But not,” he added, scowling, “when I was six years old, and certainly not anything like as severely.”
“Indeed, sir, we are of one mind on the matter, but I’ve dealt with it and am confident that it won’t recur.”
“I’m relieved to hear you say so.”
“I understand, Mr. Beaumont, that I also have you to thank for assisting the twins with their French verbs.”
He smiled at her, his most intimately engaging smile, willing her to lower her guard and offer some sort of response. “Not at all. I enjoy conjugating verbs,” he said in a velvety smooth purr.
This time she returned his smile and held his gaze for a second or two, before moving away and conversing with others. Her manner was less reserved than the previous day, but there was still a cautiousness about her which discouraged intimacy. He observed her as she moved about the room, putting her guests at their ease with her gracious manners. She was wearing a lavender-coloured muslin gown that was ill-fitting and dated, but that was insufficient to prevent Felix’s mind from dwelling upon the body beneath the garment, which it made such poor work of disguising.
Damn it, this wouldn’t do! He was here to prove the woman’s culpability in her father’s illegal activities, not to entertain lascivious thoughts about her or demonstrate his protective instincts regarding her children. Disciplining himself to behave, Felix turned with a charming smile to Mrs. Rivers and entered into conversation
with her.
Felix anticipated that Fothergill’s manner would be truculent following the events of the afternoon, and that he would place the blame for his disagreement with his employer squarely at his door. The fact that his behaviour was completely the opposite, his manner veering toward obeisance, supplied all the proof that Felix required to confirm his suspicions. There could no longer be any question that Fothergill was in the pay of Barker and placed in this house to act as his spy.
When the ladies withdrew and the port was circulating, Fothergill held court, much as he had the previous evening. Tonight, however, he spent an inordinate amount of time stressing the need for a permanent masculine presence in Riverside House.
“I don’t see how two genteel ladies can be expected to run such an establishment unaided.”
“Quite unsuitable occupation for ladies,” agreed Jennings, nodding vigorously. “Just as well you’re here permanently to keep an eye on things, Fothergill.”
“Well, yes, it’s true that they rely upon me to an inordinate degree, and naturally, I’m more than willing to lend any assistance within my power, but should I decide to take another position in a school — ”
“You’re considering another position?” Felix asked languidly.
“Indeed. I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that I’m in great demand. Experienced school-masters are in short supply nowadays.”
“Then why stay here teaching two small children?” Felix leaned back in his chair, not believing for one moment that Fothergill had prospective employers beating a path to his door. He was curious to see how he’d behave when someone didn’t hang on his every word. “There must be far greater cerebral satisfaction in teaching larger numbers, to say nothing of the financial rewards.”
“You’re in the right of it, but I’m nothing, if not a compassionate man. And how would Mrs. Rivers, and Mrs. Eden in particular, manage without me?”
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