When Kate re-entered the ballroom, she glanced around the room and
Leopold was still with the group of gentlemen talking inventions, she then
looked for Edgar. She couldn't see him anywhere, but she noticed his
mother evil eyeing her. These people were unreal, Kate thought. Part of
her wanted to laugh. But this wasn't some play she was acting in, these
people were real. Edgar was a slimeball, his mother was what she imagined
every wicked stepmother to be out of any classic fairy tales, Millard had
some scheme going on and Janet was this victim, who was pushed around by
everyone. She looked over at Leopold, and he was too good to be true. He
had no clue, this was going on around him. Everyone kept everything from
him. To protect him. She heard a faint voice behind her, call her name
and she turned around.
The pale sickly woman standing there had to be Millicent. Kate was shocked. Leopold had been right. How would this woman survive another pregnancy? She looked as though she were at death's door. Kate tried to picture the beautiful young woman she had once been, when she and Leopold had courted, and it was extremely hard to see past her gaunt skeleton like face.
"Katherine, I have been so looking forward to meeting you. Any woman that could make Leopold so happy, has to be truly extraordinary." She took hold of her hand.
"Lady Spencer, Leopold has told me so much about you."
"You too, are concerned with my appearance, and really you must know I am getting better everyday." She patted her stomach. Kate had a hard time judging these things, since she had never been pregnant and lost contact with her college friends who had babies instead of a careers, but she thought she was probably about 5 months along.
"The baby takes a lot out of me, but it will be so worth it, once Edgar has his son."
"I am sorry, maybe I am out of line, I tend to stick my foot in it quite often, but it's your baby too."
"I have Charlotte. This child will inherit all of Edgar's estate, and I won't have a lot to do with his upbringing. He will go to all the fine schools, and be expected to follow in his father's footsteps. Is it not like this in America?"
Kate almost found her choice of words amusing, 'following in his father's footsteps'. She surely hoped that wouldn't be the case. He would have every girl in the country pregnant. In thinking this, she wondered how many bastard children Edgar had running around out there and in India. It was sure to be a fair number. Surely there was a male child among them, but being a bastard, I guess it wouldn't be the same thing. She came back to the conversation, "Things are quite different in America. Lots of women choose not to have children."
Millicent was surprised, "Really, but how. I suppose abstinence, but husbands are so demanding about this things." Kate could only imagine, how demanding Edgar was. It made her skin crawl, thinking of him forcing himself on this poor young woman in such ill health.
"Lady Spencer, you and I will have to have a long talk one day."
"I would like that. I want to hear all about America. I am so thrilled about the upcoming wedding. Edgar says if I rest and take care of myself up until then, I will be able to attend. I wouldn't want to miss it for the world. You are so very lucky, Katherine. Leopold is one in a million."
"Oh, that is for sure."
Leopold appeared behind her, kissing the back of her neck, "What is for sure?"
"That you are one in a million."
"You sound a bit sarcastic in your tone of voice."
"Me, sarcastic, never, Leopold." He turned her around to face him, and she was smiling.
"You know, I shouldn't put up with your behavior." He too was smiling. "But you aren't my wife yet, and I will let is slide, but rest assured once we are married you will respect me."
"Oh, will I?"
"If you know what's good for you." They both were teasing and he couldn't help but give her a squeeze and kiss her, as he did, he looked down to see dirt smudged onto her forearm. He raised her arm up and examined it more closely.
"What's this?"
"What do you think?
He then saw that the front of her skirt was also soiled, "And this?"
"I was trying to keep it from you, Leopold, but I was out on the balcony with some Lord somebody or other, very attractive, very attentive, if you know what I mean. I couldn't help myself."
Millicent was rather shocked with this kind of conversation and didn't realize Kate was teasing.
"Kate?" Leopold no longer felt this was a game and looked at her seriously.
"Lighten up, I was leaning on the balcony, it was a bit dirty. Someone around here wasn't doing their job. Shouldn't it have been cleaned this afternoon?"
She knew it meant they would talk later. She wasn't sure she should tell him about the run in with Janet and Edgar. She wanted to, but she had promised Janet. She realized she was no better than anyone else. Trying to protect him. But from what actually. She really didn't know. But she felt everything tied together. Millard's odd behavior, Edgar, Janet's rape, the financial difficulty. Kate had to admit the prospect of playing Sherlock Holmes, interested her. There wasn't much else to do, unless you enjoyed embroidery. No, she preferred the detective work.
Jocelyn Spencer had seen Edgar slink in from the balcony, but when she looked around the room for him, he was nowhere to be seen. She quietly left the ballroom, without anyone looking and went upstairs, to Edgar's chamber. She didn't bother to knock and walked in on him washing up and changing his shirt. She could see his state. His trousers were covered in grass stains and splotches of mud. "Dare I ask what predicament you got yourself into this evening on the balcony?"
"Mother, I don't need a lecture from you of all people. Let's see, how many men downstairs have had the pleasure to share your bed?"
"Most mothers would not stand that kind of talk from their sons."
"You are hardly most mothers."
"You are so right." She laid the envelope on the dresser next to the washbasin and Edgar eyed it, and turned to her, "How many mothers would go to the trouble to assure her only child his rightful place in Society."
"The money isn't enough any more, mother. I want what is rightfully mine."
"Don't be ridiculous. You are being a spoiled child, and incredibly ungrateful. You have all you need here."
"You know what I mean, mother. I want Balinor."
"And you won't stop there. I know you. You need to learn some patience and it wouldn't hurt for you to keep your mouth shut."
"I have never told anyone the truth."
"You have come awfully close many a time. And what about that girl, Leopold's housekeeper's daughter? As I recall, Millard was awfully anxious to get rid of her. What does she know? I hear things, Edgar. I know you were involved with her in India. And now she is back and as Miss McKay's companion. She could ruin everything for us."
The thought of both of them made him feel sick. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. He found a clean shirt and put it on, ignoring his mother's questions.
"Edgar, you haven't? Don't tell, that is going on again? What is wrong with you? You can have any woman in the room, and you choose that trollop."
"You have it all wrong, mother. She has always been after me. I find her a filthy little whore, and wouldn't be caught dead within a few feet of her."
"And why is it, I don't believe you. Edgar, there is too much at stake here and you better not blow it."
"I really don't know why you bother. We just expose the scandal, ruin Leopold and his family. Why not take it one step further to assure our well being, and my rightful place. Have Leopold taken care of."
Jocelyn laughed. "Edgar, this isn't a game."
He was angry. "I don't appreciate you laughing at me. I have hated that man ever since we were children. He had everything, always just a little bit better than me. Everyone thought he was such a wonderful happy child, who brought everyone such joy. He could do no wrong. He was smarter and handsomer, and well behaved and women adored him. All I have ever wanted he has had. It's my turn. Mother."
"And that would make you happy? Having Leopold killed?"
"Yes, I can't imagine anything I would like more."
She waved her finger in front of him, "You listen, to me, Edgar, you get those ideas out of your head, this instance."
"You don't like him either."
"But I don't want him killed. I know you are capable of a lot of lowly, disgraceful things, but even murder is a bit drastic for you."
He took the money out of the envelope and counted it, "I'd have the job done for me. This would come in handy. And I could have that Miss Collins and Miss Mckay knocked off as well. Those two are trouble, and believe you me, mother; they will stick their noses where they don't belong. Which could cause extreme embarrassment to our family. Especially to you."
She snatched the money out of his hand, "I have heard enough. Now get yourself presentable and rejoin the party."
He did as he was told, but he was thinking about what he had just said and the possibility of making it a reality was clearly worth thinking about.
Midnight arrived and people were beginning to leave. Millicent had already retired but Kate had promised she would return to visit within the week. Leopold was glad that they seemed to be making friends. Anything that could make her life a little more joyful would obviously be a plus. As they were leaving Edgar pulled Leopold aside. Leopold was a little annoyed when Edgar grabbed him by the forearm, as the others walked out into the night to board the carriage.
"Please, sir, kindly remove your hand from my arm."
Edgar let go, "I didn't want you to leave until I could have a private word with you."
"You could have asked to have a word, like most respectable gentlemen, instead of dragging me off like I'm some animal. But then you aren't a respectable gentlemen are you Edgar, so I guess I shouldn't expect you to behave as such. Now what is so important that you must speak to me now? I would like to take my family home."
"I am extremely concerned about your choice in brides, Leopold."
"I believe that it is no concern of yours."
"She is hardly up to the standards of what a Duchess should be and when you introduce her to court next week, I would hate to see you embarrassed or possibly laughed at."
"I am not concerned in the slightest. I don't give a damn what they think."
"I was expecting as much from you, Leopold. But this matter is much more serious than you believe. I couldn't help but hear a few people talk tonight. They believe this engagement is a sham."
"What are you talking about it?"
"Well, let's see how can I say this without offending you."
"You have never been concerned about offending me before, why start now."
"Have you bedded her?"
"That is most definitely none of your business. And I don't see how that has anything to do with my engagement being a sham."
"I take it the answer to my question is no, which is all well and proper. A gentlemen should not even contemplate bedding the lady he is intended to marry until their wedding night. There are plenty of other ways to allow for that kind of satisfaction. And I am sure you have your choice. Mrs. Collins has those two young desirable nieces flitting around your home. And of course with Janet back, she is still highly attractive, and with all the gossip surrounding her, I am sure she would be a wise choice. She has satisfied many a man, or so I am told."
"You will refrain from talking about my servants in such a manner. Just because you have no respect for your own, do not think for one minute, that I share your view concerning mine."
"I do respect them, Leopold. You just ask Nancy and Polly, my kitchen maids. They would be concerned if I didn't ask for their services in the bedroom."
"Somehow I doubt you ask."
"Well…they do expect it."
"And what about Millicent? How does she feel about this respect you show them?"
"Of course she knows. Dear, Millie…isn't that what you called her? She has her place, Leopold. She is to give me a son."
"I think you are mad."
"And that is what many are saying about you."
"That I am mad? Because I chose an American to be my bride? Maybe because I can't bear a woman who has no personality, who succumbs to her husband's every whim, who allows herself to be treated like an possession. Kate is an intelligent, independent woman who speaks her mind."
"Yes, she does do that. And she is definitely not a lady. What would the court feel about you choosing a woman with a past as your wife? It is not to be done in the court, I know for a fact."
"You don't know what you are talking about. You know nothing of Kate's past."
"I do know she has one. And there are ways to prove it, Leopold and you know it."
"I don't need any proof. You want to make waves, you always do. So I assume this whole sham has to do with Kate and her past. You know, how pathetic you are, Edgar. Can't you do better?"
"Oh, yes, much better. They are saying you are paying Kate to marry you. That you are hiding the fact that you are not interested in women. She will have an heir for you and be kept nicely, and you will have a false marriage to hide behind, while you find young boys to keep you entertained in your laboratory."
Leopold laughed. "That is hilarious. And you believe that? Edgar, you need to get your own life and stop listening to gossip. Or should I say, stop making it up. It sounds like something you would do. I have heard enough, my family is waiting."
"And you are not concerned with this talk?"
"Not in the slightest. The people I care about know who I am, and the others who believe such ludicrous gossip, well, I really don't give a damn what they think about me."
"So there is no truth to this rumor?"
"I do not have to answer such a ridiculous question. You have known me all your life, Edgar. What do you think?"
"That you are queer."
"You believe that? Just because I am not all over every woman that is in my presence and I am not bedding my female servants, that is not any justification that I am queer. God, why am I trying to defend myself to you of all people."
"There has always been talk about you and your manservant."
"Otis? He is smitten with Cook, for your information."
"And what about breaking off your engagement to Millicent? She even told me about the afternoon in the stable."
"I was not prepared to marry so young, I did not have my way with Millicent because it would tarnish her reputation. Believe me, I thought about it. I had young male desires much like yourself, I just chose not to give into them."
From the hall, Leopold heard his name being called. "You can believe whatever you would like about me, Edgar. Start any gossip that humors you, I don't care, but I am warning you. If you start spreading lies about Kate, I will not tolerate it. You have already hurt too many people I care about."
Millard arrived at the doorway and saw the glare between them, not liking it one bit, "What is going on in here?"
Leopold turned and smiled, "Nothing, Uncle. Everything is fine. Isn't it, Edgar?"
Every time the two of them were together, it only made Millard nervous. Edgar was like a stick of dynamite, ready to go off at any minute. "Leopold, the ladies are waiting."
He turned to Edgar, "Thank-you for the wonderful evening, Edgar. It was an incredibly thoughtful gesture. I must be on my way. We will expect you at the wedding in a fortnight. I am anxious to meet Charlotte. Be sure to bring her."
Edgar grimaced, "It was a wonderful evening, Leopold. Oh, and by the way ask your intended and her companion about their escapades out on the balcony this evening. I am sure you will find it amusing. Good night, Leopold, Millard." And he left the room. Always having the last word.
Leopold took a deep breath, and preceded his uncle to the carriage, Millard trying to catch up with him to speak. "Leopold, what was that all about? What is Edgar up to now?"
Before he stepped into the carriage he turned to his uncle, "What do you think, uncle? What is Edgar always up to? Trouble. I won't have him ruining my wedding."
"Then why the hell did you invite him?"
"What choice do I have? The man will only spread vicious rumors, that are likely to harm everyone near and dear to me."
"You do realize coming back here was a mistake."
"No, that is one thing it wasn't. As soon as my honeymoon is over, I will be going through the books myself and I am determined to sort out the financial difficulties one way or another. The skeleton staff we have at the moment should be saving us a fair amount, and I will speak to some of the tenants personally about rent. I also will be making a visit to London to get a patent on my elevator, that should be worth something."
"Leopold, doing the books is my job." Millard was uneasy with this discussion. He had kept the books away from him this long, there was no way he could allow him to look at the books.
"Something has to be done. We will lose Balimor, uncle and the worse thing is Edgar will snap it up."
"Honestly, you can't believe that."
Margaret leaned her head out of the carriage, "And they say women are always making men wait. You can finish this conversation later. I think you will both be in agreement, that the steps of Westlake is not the best place to be speaking on this matter."
"Aunt Margaret, is right. Edgar doesn't need any more fuel to add to his fire. He has managed more than he could possibly need this evening."
As Leopold got into the carriage, he looked at Kate and thought of Edgar's final words. Kate on the balcony. Her dress was smudged, and there was dirt on her arms. She had been flippant about it, when he questioned her. Kate did not like the expression on his face, "What did Edgar want?"
"This isn't the time, Kate." Motioning his head towards his uncle and aunt. She didn't like when he was so short with her. But obviously Edgar had said something to offend him and once they were back at the house, they would be able to discuss the matter.
Janet was pretty sure Jack was not yet back from the pub, when she arrived back at Balinor on Guinivere. She dismounted her, and as she was removing the saddle, she was startled when Colin crept behind her, and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her abruptly around to face him, "What the hell do you think you were doing? I could report you for stealing one of Leopold's horses."
"I wasn't stealing. I was borrowing."
"Did you ask?"
"Well, no, but…"
He noticed the ripped dress, and picked up the back of the skirt, "What is this? Your dress is ripped all the way down the back?" He then noticed grass and mud stains on her dress and arms. "You went to Westlake, didn't you? Janet, what were you thinking?"
"I was bored and nothing happened." She turned away from him, to remove Guinevere's bridle, "I fell off the horse, that is all."
"You are lying. You have never fallen off a horse in your life."
"And what do you think happened?"
"It looks like to me, you had a struggle of some kind. You have forgotten I was here that night, your dress ripped, practically off you, bruises on your arms from that bastard's grip, and scratch marks on your back."
"Nothing happened. You worry too much."
He took the saddle to the tack room and Janet led Guinevere to her stall. Why did he have to bring up that night? Tears came to her eyes and she didn't want him to see her cry again. He was right. She should never have gone back there. She thought she would be able to get back to the house, while he was dealing with the tack, but she was mistaken, when she opened the stall door, she ran straight into him.
"Janet, you never keep anything from me. Why are you doing it now?" He noticed she was holding back tears and he put his arms around her, "Don't you know how much I care for you, I don't want anything to happen to you."
"I don't deserve such a good friend."
"Lord Mountbatten should never have sent you away. I blame him, as much as I blame that bastard Lord Spencer. If you would have been here, I would have looked after you."
"If I would have been here, I would be marrying Leopold, not Kate."
He let go of her, disgusted, "And where do you get an idea like that from?"
"It was only a matter of time. I was willing to wait, unlike Millicent."
"You are delusional. The man never had feelings like that for you."
"It would have happened, Jack. I know."
"So are you going to dream of what was to be, for the rest of your life, or are you going to get on with your life."
"I tried doing that in India. I was going to marry Captain Powers."
"You didn't love him, so why would you marry him?"
"He would have given me a decent life, a nice house, nice things, but now I am stuck in service for the rest of my life, like my mother. The only one compensation I have is that I am working for the man I love."
"You are crazy, you know that?"
"I could be his mistress."
"Right, Leopold is the type of man that would take a mistress."
"It will never happen will it?"
"No, it won't." Jack couldn't believe he still could have feelings for this woman, this woman who would never think of him as anything more than a friend.
"Jack, you got to find yourself a woman."
"I do, do I?"
"Yes, I know you care about me, but I am not good enough for you."
"But you are good enough for Leopold? That doesn't make any sense."
"I know what they call me up at the house. I am not stupid. They think I am whore."
"No one knows about Edgar, Janet."
"But they have heard rumors about me and my previous employer, and yes, they are true. You have been curious, I am sure."
"Janet, I don't care about the past whatsoever."
"I was the Earls mistress for 5 years. Captain Powers was my way out. He had no idea. He was in love with me, Jack."
"You enjoy rubbing this in my face, don't you?"
"You have me up on this pedestal, I can't possible live up to what you think of me."
"Did you ever think for one minute that I love you? I don't care about the Earl, or about Edgar, or your miscarriage or about your engagement…or god, help me, even the fact that you are in love with Leopold. I have loved you since the day we rode back from the woods together."
Janet tried to think back to that time, but it was so long ago.
" I found you up there crying, because Leopold had told you to start being a girl. So I brought you back. We rode bareback. You sat in front of me, and I had my arms around you. As we were approaching the stables, Leopold was showing off on that filly of his at the time, Primrose I believe and he teased me, and said you were jailbait."
"I didn't know what jailbait was and I got angry. I couldn't have been more than 12. You were very sweet to me."
"You don't remember what I said to you, do you?"
All of a sudden she felt very bad because she didn't remember. All she could remember was she wanted to get off the horse, and slug Leopold for teasing her.
"I lifted you off the horse and I told you I would wait for you. I know you were thinking about Leopold even then. He was so gallant and dashing in all his finery. He was prince charming on a white horse. I was just the stable boy."
"You were never just a stable boy to me. And I do remember your arms around me and how I always felt secure in them."
Jack was feeling vulnerable and he just wanted her out of his sight right now. "You need to get back to the house and you need to get yourself out of those ripped clothes. , they will be back soon and I am sure Miss Katherine will be expecting your assistance."
"Jack, I don't want to go back just yet." She moved closer to him, she reached for his hand and he pushed her away.
"Don't feel sorry for me, ever. Do you understand? I don't need your sympathy." He turned away from her, "You needn't worry, I will not mention the horse borrowing to Leopold. No one will know. Go on, get out of here."
"Jack, please."
"I said get out of here, I meant it."
She walked slowly out of the stables turning around to look at him, and when she did he had disappeared into one of the stalls.
Leopold helped the ladies out of the carriage when it reached the front steps of Balinor. They headed into the house, but Leopold held back. The carriage pulled away, and he stood alone looking up at the stars. Kate was just about to enter the house and realized Leopold was not behind her. She made her way back down the stairs and he watched her as she approached him.
"Are you going to tell me what's on your mind? It is rather obvious that Edgar ruffled your feathers again."
He didn't want to have an argument now, but he felt angry and he just knew whatever he said at this moment, would come out wrong, and he hadn't even heard what Kate had to say. He was listening to Edgar's departing remark, and it was beginning to build up in his mind. He was thinking all sorts of possibilities. And none of them pleasant. He was silent. He closed his eyes and turned away from her.
"Don't do this, Leopold. Talk to me." She aggressively took hold of his arm and pulled him around to face her, "I thought we agreed that we needed to be open with each other, and now you are being distant again."
"Who is not being open? I think you need to look at yourself, Kate. You lied to me this evening. Deliberately lied to me about where you received that grass stain on your dress."
"What did he say to you? What did Edgar make you believe? That I was allowing his dirty little paws all over me? If you think for one minute, I would allow that to happen, you obviously don't know me very well."
"I don't know what happened, but he insinuated something did. In fact, he said Janet was with you and I would find it humorous. I don't find any of this one bit humorous. Particularly the lying."
"I was out on the balcony, Leopold and yes, I ran into Edgar, but he wasn't happy to see me. And even less happy after our encounter. That is all I can tell you, I promised Janet."
"What was she doing there?"
"I suppose she was spying on you."
"Me? What are you talking about?"
"Are you blind? That woman has got it so bad for you. Men can be so stupid, they can't even see it, when it's so obvious. She has probably been in love with you since you were children. And I hate to imagine what would have happened if she would have stayed on here at Balinor through her formative years. There might never have been a ball in New York for you to find a wife."
"Janet Collins?! You are crazy, Kate."
"I don't believe I am."
This threw Leopold and almost forgot what he was talking about, but when he did recall he put two and two together. "I can only imagine what went on tonight, and it's not a pretty picture. If you were not on the other side of Edgar's advances, then I can only assume Janet was." She could see the anger in his face.
"Leopold, you mustn't say anything to her. She would be devasted. She wants you to think the best of her. I told her to wait up tonight so we could talk. I think she could use a female friend right now. I doubt Jack can help her through this."
"I swear I will kill that bastard."
"In my day, I wouldn't take that seriously, but I don't like those words spoken here at all. Knowing you have guns, poisons, swords and knives all over this house. You are capable of just about anything. Leopold, please, don't talk like that."
"He's gone to far, Kate."
"Look, there is nothing you can do tonight. You need a good nights sleep, and tomorrow things will look different."
"I doubt it."
She put her arms around him and he felt so tense, but he managed to wrap his arms around her and hold her as close to him as he could, Kate almost thought he was going to cry. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and let out a sigh, "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Nothing is going to happen to me. Edgar knows not to mess with me, Leopold."
"You don't seem to understand, you don't know what he is capable of." She could only think of his abuse of women, but she could tell Leopold meant much more.
"You mean murder, don't you? He is capable of murder?"
"You are right, I need some sleep."
"Leopold, you are doing it again."
"Don't you think we have had enough excitement for the evening?"
"No, I want to hear about Edgar."
He gave her a quick kiss, "Tomorrow. I will tell you tomorrow. Now come along,"
He started heading for the house, and she stood there arms crossed glaring at him, "You aren't coming then? Be careful, there are some wild animals out in these woods. They have been known to come close to the house."
"There are no wild animals out here."
"Suit yourself. I do hope I will see you in the morning, Kate."
She heard a sound in the distance and looked around, Leopold slowly turned with a smile on his face and headed into the house.
Being left alone was a bit eerie and she picked up her dress, and ran up the stairs after him.
Janet lay on Kate's bed crying. Nothing seemed to be going right. Her life had been one bad episode after another. And now she was dragging Kate into it. Jack didn't want to look at her, and Leopold. Well, he barely acknowledged her presence. This was never how it was suppose to be. She didn't know how long she had been lying there, when Kate had finally shown up. She quickly straightened herself up and stood up, "I am sorry, miss Katherine, I …"
"You don't have to apologize to me. After what happened this evening, I think I would be crying to." Kate handed her a handkerchief Leopold had given her. Janet recognized the monogram and before dabbing her eyes with it, she sniffed it and sighed.
Kate couldn't help but smile. It really was sort of sweet.
"You know, Leopold is threatening to kill Edgar."
"Oh, Miss, you didn't tell him, did you?"
"Edgar opened his big mouth and well, I am afraid Leopold put two and two together. I didn't tell him anything. I can't believe he doesn't know what happened before."
"His uncle has always kept things from him."
"I gathered that. Janet, maybe you should just tell me everything. No secrets. Everyone around here seems to always be walking around on eggshells, especially around Leopold and now I see myself doing it. It is so much better to get everything out in the open."
"Is that how they do it in America, miss?"
"Not always, but in a lot cases they do. And don't call me miss. I hate it. I have a name, it's Kate."
"It wouldn't be proper for me to call you that. I could lose my job for being disrespectful."
"You aren't going to lose your job."
"You don't know my mother. She wouldn't think twice about sending me packing if I mess anything up. She was very leery about having me back in the first place."
"She is in charge of the hiring?"
"Oh, yes. Of course she has to get Lord or Lady Mountbatten to approve. She sometimes will ask Leopold, but she doesn't like to bother him."
"That seems to be the consensus of everyone. Don't bother Leopold."
"In his position it is fairly common."
Kate had taken off her shoes and Janet helped unfasten her dress, she went behind the screen and got into her nightdress. She opened up the wardrobe and found another nightdress and threw it at Janet, "We are going to have girl talk now. Put this on and get comfortable."
"But…"
"No, buts, I am soon to be lady of this house and when you are in my rooms you can be yourself, okay. That is what I want."
Janet obeyed and came out in an identical dress, she joined Kate on the bed, and Kate pulled a bottle of ale out from under her bed, Janet covered her mouth, "Where did you get that, miss, I mean Kate?"
"I took it from the pantry the other day, sometimes I just feel like a drink before bed, to relax. It isn't any big deal."
"Oh, yes it is. Cook has a complete inventory and she knows when things are missing. She will probably blame one of her kitchen maids, or she might expect Jack to take it. She would let Jack slide. Everyone likes Jack. He can do no wrong here."
Kate opened the bottle and took a drink then passed it to Janet, "So how do you feel about Jack?"
"Well, he is my best friend. I am afraid I don't return the feelings he has for me. I guess because he knows too much about me. I can't believe he still can have those feelings after what he knows. Jack deserves someone a lot better."
"He's good looking."
"Extremely. No doubt about that one. And many of the local lasses, they have tried to win his affection. He is a hard worker and doesn't have any time for leisure. That is just the way he is. If he does do something he likes, it would be to ride one of the horses. He does that with Leopold. They have always been close. Like brothers."
"I think he's a lot like Leopold."
"Not at all."
"Maybe you are looking from the outside. The way they appear. Sure Leopold always looks immaculate, every hair in place, clothes fit him perfectly, I don't even think the man can get dirty." Janet giggled, "And Jack is always covered in muck, hair messy"
Janet added, "And smells like horse shit. What woman would want to kiss a man who smells like horseshit?"
"I bet he cleans up nice."
"Kate, I think you find him attractive."
"He only has eyes for you."
"Like Leopold only has eyes for you." With the mention of Leopold, Janet felt melancholy again.
Kate passed her the bottle again. She wanted to lighten the conversation up but also wanted to hear about what had gone on when she had left Balinor all those years ago and she didn't know how to bring it up. But was glad when Janet finally said something.
"I really do appreciate what you did for me tonight."
"I was glad to do it. That guy is a bastard."
Janet knew what she meant but she thought about the real meaning of the word and how much more fitting it was. She quickly dismissed those thoughts. That was something she was never supposed to mention.
"When it happened when I was young, I don't think I was as afraid. I was angry but not afraid. You know I wanted Leopold to know back then. I thought he would get jealous. How stupid was that? I really believed that would happen. Of course Leopold never found out. I was told never to discuss the matter, or I would be sent away and then when I found out I was pregnant, Leopold was already back at university. I decided the only way I would ever be able to stay at Balinor would be to lose the baby. But Lord Mountbatten knew that I most likely would inform Leopold, and it was a risk to have me around. I never wanted to go. I never even got to say goodbye to Leopold."
"Edgar never knew?"
"Oh, no. Not that he would have cared in the slightest. I know some girls who got knocked up by him, he doesn't acknowledge them or their illegitimate children."
"And what if Millicent doesn't produce him an heir?"
"He may actually seek an annulment."
"How can he, the marriage has already been consummated?"
"I don't know what it's like in America, but if a wife doesn't produce a son, it can be considered a viable reason to end the marriage."
"You would think he would already have ended it then."
"He knows it bothers Leopold. That is what I think anyhow. He's like that. He didn't really love Millicent; he only wanted her because she loved Leopold. He wanted me for the same reason. He wants everything Leopold has."
"So what's the story with his mother?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I just noticed some things tonight. Odd behavior."
"You saw Lord Mountbatten give her the envelope?"
"What envelope?"
Janet covered her mouth, "Forget it."
"No, this is interesting. I saw them together briefly and I thought Millard's behavior strange. Do you know what's going on?"
"No, I don't. I saw an exchange of an envelope that is all. I thought at first blackmail, but I brushed that thought aside. It couldn't be."
"Blackmail. Why would she be blackmailing Millard?"
"I really couldn't say. I do know that Edgar is interested in Balinor."
"But he could never get Balinor, the house belongs in the family."
"If the finances get much worse, there is a possibility the house will have to be sold. If Lady Spencer is blackmailing Lord Mountbatten, they would have the sufficient funds to purchase it."
"It can't be that bad."
"Only Lord Mountbatten knows the answer to that. He keeps his study locked, and the key on him at all times. No one is allowed to look at the books, not even Leopold."
"Surely if he wanted to he could."
"I am sure Lord Mountbatten would do anything in his rightful power for that not to happen."
Kate sat and contemplated all the information she had just received. And Janet noticed the intense look on her face.
"What are you thinking, Kate?"
"I am thinking you and I are going to find a way to get into Millard's study."
"No, we couldn't do that. I would get fired."
"I need to think about this. Jack would help wouldn't he?"
"No, you mustn't ask Jack. He has always been the ideal employee. He cannot lose his position here. It would be much worse for him. My reputation is already tarnished."
"Then you will help? I don't want Leopold to lose Balinor. I think it would destroy him."
"I would do anything for Leopold. You know that."
Kate smiled and they each took another swig of ale. Kate was going to get to the bottom of this. She couldn't let anything happen to Leopold's home.
The pale sickly woman standing there had to be Millicent. Kate was shocked. Leopold had been right. How would this woman survive another pregnancy? She looked as though she were at death's door. Kate tried to picture the beautiful young woman she had once been, when she and Leopold had courted, and it was extremely hard to see past her gaunt skeleton like face.
"Katherine, I have been so looking forward to meeting you. Any woman that could make Leopold so happy, has to be truly extraordinary." She took hold of her hand.
"Lady Spencer, Leopold has told me so much about you."
"You too, are concerned with my appearance, and really you must know I am getting better everyday." She patted her stomach. Kate had a hard time judging these things, since she had never been pregnant and lost contact with her college friends who had babies instead of a careers, but she thought she was probably about 5 months along.
"The baby takes a lot out of me, but it will be so worth it, once Edgar has his son."
"I am sorry, maybe I am out of line, I tend to stick my foot in it quite often, but it's your baby too."
"I have Charlotte. This child will inherit all of Edgar's estate, and I won't have a lot to do with his upbringing. He will go to all the fine schools, and be expected to follow in his father's footsteps. Is it not like this in America?"
Kate almost found her choice of words amusing, 'following in his father's footsteps'. She surely hoped that wouldn't be the case. He would have every girl in the country pregnant. In thinking this, she wondered how many bastard children Edgar had running around out there and in India. It was sure to be a fair number. Surely there was a male child among them, but being a bastard, I guess it wouldn't be the same thing. She came back to the conversation, "Things are quite different in America. Lots of women choose not to have children."
Millicent was surprised, "Really, but how. I suppose abstinence, but husbands are so demanding about this things." Kate could only imagine, how demanding Edgar was. It made her skin crawl, thinking of him forcing himself on this poor young woman in such ill health.
"Lady Spencer, you and I will have to have a long talk one day."
"I would like that. I want to hear all about America. I am so thrilled about the upcoming wedding. Edgar says if I rest and take care of myself up until then, I will be able to attend. I wouldn't want to miss it for the world. You are so very lucky, Katherine. Leopold is one in a million."
"Oh, that is for sure."
Leopold appeared behind her, kissing the back of her neck, "What is for sure?"
"That you are one in a million."
"You sound a bit sarcastic in your tone of voice."
"Me, sarcastic, never, Leopold." He turned her around to face him, and she was smiling.
"You know, I shouldn't put up with your behavior." He too was smiling. "But you aren't my wife yet, and I will let is slide, but rest assured once we are married you will respect me."
"Oh, will I?"
"If you know what's good for you." They both were teasing and he couldn't help but give her a squeeze and kiss her, as he did, he looked down to see dirt smudged onto her forearm. He raised her arm up and examined it more closely.
"What's this?"
"What do you think?
He then saw that the front of her skirt was also soiled, "And this?"
"I was trying to keep it from you, Leopold, but I was out on the balcony with some Lord somebody or other, very attractive, very attentive, if you know what I mean. I couldn't help myself."
Millicent was rather shocked with this kind of conversation and didn't realize Kate was teasing.
"Kate?" Leopold no longer felt this was a game and looked at her seriously.
"Lighten up, I was leaning on the balcony, it was a bit dirty. Someone around here wasn't doing their job. Shouldn't it have been cleaned this afternoon?"
She knew it meant they would talk later. She wasn't sure she should tell him about the run in with Janet and Edgar. She wanted to, but she had promised Janet. She realized she was no better than anyone else. Trying to protect him. But from what actually. She really didn't know. But she felt everything tied together. Millard's odd behavior, Edgar, Janet's rape, the financial difficulty. Kate had to admit the prospect of playing Sherlock Holmes, interested her. There wasn't much else to do, unless you enjoyed embroidery. No, she preferred the detective work.
Jocelyn Spencer had seen Edgar slink in from the balcony, but when she looked around the room for him, he was nowhere to be seen. She quietly left the ballroom, without anyone looking and went upstairs, to Edgar's chamber. She didn't bother to knock and walked in on him washing up and changing his shirt. She could see his state. His trousers were covered in grass stains and splotches of mud. "Dare I ask what predicament you got yourself into this evening on the balcony?"
"Mother, I don't need a lecture from you of all people. Let's see, how many men downstairs have had the pleasure to share your bed?"
"Most mothers would not stand that kind of talk from their sons."
"You are hardly most mothers."
"You are so right." She laid the envelope on the dresser next to the washbasin and Edgar eyed it, and turned to her, "How many mothers would go to the trouble to assure her only child his rightful place in Society."
"The money isn't enough any more, mother. I want what is rightfully mine."
"Don't be ridiculous. You are being a spoiled child, and incredibly ungrateful. You have all you need here."
"You know what I mean, mother. I want Balinor."
"And you won't stop there. I know you. You need to learn some patience and it wouldn't hurt for you to keep your mouth shut."
"I have never told anyone the truth."
"You have come awfully close many a time. And what about that girl, Leopold's housekeeper's daughter? As I recall, Millard was awfully anxious to get rid of her. What does she know? I hear things, Edgar. I know you were involved with her in India. And now she is back and as Miss McKay's companion. She could ruin everything for us."
The thought of both of them made him feel sick. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. He found a clean shirt and put it on, ignoring his mother's questions.
"Edgar, you haven't? Don't tell, that is going on again? What is wrong with you? You can have any woman in the room, and you choose that trollop."
"You have it all wrong, mother. She has always been after me. I find her a filthy little whore, and wouldn't be caught dead within a few feet of her."
"And why is it, I don't believe you. Edgar, there is too much at stake here and you better not blow it."
"I really don't know why you bother. We just expose the scandal, ruin Leopold and his family. Why not take it one step further to assure our well being, and my rightful place. Have Leopold taken care of."
Jocelyn laughed. "Edgar, this isn't a game."
He was angry. "I don't appreciate you laughing at me. I have hated that man ever since we were children. He had everything, always just a little bit better than me. Everyone thought he was such a wonderful happy child, who brought everyone such joy. He could do no wrong. He was smarter and handsomer, and well behaved and women adored him. All I have ever wanted he has had. It's my turn. Mother."
"And that would make you happy? Having Leopold killed?"
"Yes, I can't imagine anything I would like more."
She waved her finger in front of him, "You listen, to me, Edgar, you get those ideas out of your head, this instance."
"You don't like him either."
"But I don't want him killed. I know you are capable of a lot of lowly, disgraceful things, but even murder is a bit drastic for you."
He took the money out of the envelope and counted it, "I'd have the job done for me. This would come in handy. And I could have that Miss Collins and Miss Mckay knocked off as well. Those two are trouble, and believe you me, mother; they will stick their noses where they don't belong. Which could cause extreme embarrassment to our family. Especially to you."
She snatched the money out of his hand, "I have heard enough. Now get yourself presentable and rejoin the party."
He did as he was told, but he was thinking about what he had just said and the possibility of making it a reality was clearly worth thinking about.
Midnight arrived and people were beginning to leave. Millicent had already retired but Kate had promised she would return to visit within the week. Leopold was glad that they seemed to be making friends. Anything that could make her life a little more joyful would obviously be a plus. As they were leaving Edgar pulled Leopold aside. Leopold was a little annoyed when Edgar grabbed him by the forearm, as the others walked out into the night to board the carriage.
"Please, sir, kindly remove your hand from my arm."
Edgar let go, "I didn't want you to leave until I could have a private word with you."
"You could have asked to have a word, like most respectable gentlemen, instead of dragging me off like I'm some animal. But then you aren't a respectable gentlemen are you Edgar, so I guess I shouldn't expect you to behave as such. Now what is so important that you must speak to me now? I would like to take my family home."
"I am extremely concerned about your choice in brides, Leopold."
"I believe that it is no concern of yours."
"She is hardly up to the standards of what a Duchess should be and when you introduce her to court next week, I would hate to see you embarrassed or possibly laughed at."
"I am not concerned in the slightest. I don't give a damn what they think."
"I was expecting as much from you, Leopold. But this matter is much more serious than you believe. I couldn't help but hear a few people talk tonight. They believe this engagement is a sham."
"What are you talking about it?"
"Well, let's see how can I say this without offending you."
"You have never been concerned about offending me before, why start now."
"Have you bedded her?"
"That is most definitely none of your business. And I don't see how that has anything to do with my engagement being a sham."
"I take it the answer to my question is no, which is all well and proper. A gentlemen should not even contemplate bedding the lady he is intended to marry until their wedding night. There are plenty of other ways to allow for that kind of satisfaction. And I am sure you have your choice. Mrs. Collins has those two young desirable nieces flitting around your home. And of course with Janet back, she is still highly attractive, and with all the gossip surrounding her, I am sure she would be a wise choice. She has satisfied many a man, or so I am told."
"You will refrain from talking about my servants in such a manner. Just because you have no respect for your own, do not think for one minute, that I share your view concerning mine."
"I do respect them, Leopold. You just ask Nancy and Polly, my kitchen maids. They would be concerned if I didn't ask for their services in the bedroom."
"Somehow I doubt you ask."
"Well…they do expect it."
"And what about Millicent? How does she feel about this respect you show them?"
"Of course she knows. Dear, Millie…isn't that what you called her? She has her place, Leopold. She is to give me a son."
"I think you are mad."
"And that is what many are saying about you."
"That I am mad? Because I chose an American to be my bride? Maybe because I can't bear a woman who has no personality, who succumbs to her husband's every whim, who allows herself to be treated like an possession. Kate is an intelligent, independent woman who speaks her mind."
"Yes, she does do that. And she is definitely not a lady. What would the court feel about you choosing a woman with a past as your wife? It is not to be done in the court, I know for a fact."
"You don't know what you are talking about. You know nothing of Kate's past."
"I do know she has one. And there are ways to prove it, Leopold and you know it."
"I don't need any proof. You want to make waves, you always do. So I assume this whole sham has to do with Kate and her past. You know, how pathetic you are, Edgar. Can't you do better?"
"Oh, yes, much better. They are saying you are paying Kate to marry you. That you are hiding the fact that you are not interested in women. She will have an heir for you and be kept nicely, and you will have a false marriage to hide behind, while you find young boys to keep you entertained in your laboratory."
Leopold laughed. "That is hilarious. And you believe that? Edgar, you need to get your own life and stop listening to gossip. Or should I say, stop making it up. It sounds like something you would do. I have heard enough, my family is waiting."
"And you are not concerned with this talk?"
"Not in the slightest. The people I care about know who I am, and the others who believe such ludicrous gossip, well, I really don't give a damn what they think about me."
"So there is no truth to this rumor?"
"I do not have to answer such a ridiculous question. You have known me all your life, Edgar. What do you think?"
"That you are queer."
"You believe that? Just because I am not all over every woman that is in my presence and I am not bedding my female servants, that is not any justification that I am queer. God, why am I trying to defend myself to you of all people."
"There has always been talk about you and your manservant."
"Otis? He is smitten with Cook, for your information."
"And what about breaking off your engagement to Millicent? She even told me about the afternoon in the stable."
"I was not prepared to marry so young, I did not have my way with Millicent because it would tarnish her reputation. Believe me, I thought about it. I had young male desires much like yourself, I just chose not to give into them."
From the hall, Leopold heard his name being called. "You can believe whatever you would like about me, Edgar. Start any gossip that humors you, I don't care, but I am warning you. If you start spreading lies about Kate, I will not tolerate it. You have already hurt too many people I care about."
Millard arrived at the doorway and saw the glare between them, not liking it one bit, "What is going on in here?"
Leopold turned and smiled, "Nothing, Uncle. Everything is fine. Isn't it, Edgar?"
Every time the two of them were together, it only made Millard nervous. Edgar was like a stick of dynamite, ready to go off at any minute. "Leopold, the ladies are waiting."
He turned to Edgar, "Thank-you for the wonderful evening, Edgar. It was an incredibly thoughtful gesture. I must be on my way. We will expect you at the wedding in a fortnight. I am anxious to meet Charlotte. Be sure to bring her."
Edgar grimaced, "It was a wonderful evening, Leopold. Oh, and by the way ask your intended and her companion about their escapades out on the balcony this evening. I am sure you will find it amusing. Good night, Leopold, Millard." And he left the room. Always having the last word.
Leopold took a deep breath, and preceded his uncle to the carriage, Millard trying to catch up with him to speak. "Leopold, what was that all about? What is Edgar up to now?"
Before he stepped into the carriage he turned to his uncle, "What do you think, uncle? What is Edgar always up to? Trouble. I won't have him ruining my wedding."
"Then why the hell did you invite him?"
"What choice do I have? The man will only spread vicious rumors, that are likely to harm everyone near and dear to me."
"You do realize coming back here was a mistake."
"No, that is one thing it wasn't. As soon as my honeymoon is over, I will be going through the books myself and I am determined to sort out the financial difficulties one way or another. The skeleton staff we have at the moment should be saving us a fair amount, and I will speak to some of the tenants personally about rent. I also will be making a visit to London to get a patent on my elevator, that should be worth something."
"Leopold, doing the books is my job." Millard was uneasy with this discussion. He had kept the books away from him this long, there was no way he could allow him to look at the books.
"Something has to be done. We will lose Balimor, uncle and the worse thing is Edgar will snap it up."
"Honestly, you can't believe that."
Margaret leaned her head out of the carriage, "And they say women are always making men wait. You can finish this conversation later. I think you will both be in agreement, that the steps of Westlake is not the best place to be speaking on this matter."
"Aunt Margaret, is right. Edgar doesn't need any more fuel to add to his fire. He has managed more than he could possibly need this evening."
As Leopold got into the carriage, he looked at Kate and thought of Edgar's final words. Kate on the balcony. Her dress was smudged, and there was dirt on her arms. She had been flippant about it, when he questioned her. Kate did not like the expression on his face, "What did Edgar want?"
"This isn't the time, Kate." Motioning his head towards his uncle and aunt. She didn't like when he was so short with her. But obviously Edgar had said something to offend him and once they were back at the house, they would be able to discuss the matter.
Janet was pretty sure Jack was not yet back from the pub, when she arrived back at Balinor on Guinivere. She dismounted her, and as she was removing the saddle, she was startled when Colin crept behind her, and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her abruptly around to face him, "What the hell do you think you were doing? I could report you for stealing one of Leopold's horses."
"I wasn't stealing. I was borrowing."
"Did you ask?"
"Well, no, but…"
He noticed the ripped dress, and picked up the back of the skirt, "What is this? Your dress is ripped all the way down the back?" He then noticed grass and mud stains on her dress and arms. "You went to Westlake, didn't you? Janet, what were you thinking?"
"I was bored and nothing happened." She turned away from him, to remove Guinevere's bridle, "I fell off the horse, that is all."
"You are lying. You have never fallen off a horse in your life."
"And what do you think happened?"
"It looks like to me, you had a struggle of some kind. You have forgotten I was here that night, your dress ripped, practically off you, bruises on your arms from that bastard's grip, and scratch marks on your back."
"Nothing happened. You worry too much."
He took the saddle to the tack room and Janet led Guinevere to her stall. Why did he have to bring up that night? Tears came to her eyes and she didn't want him to see her cry again. He was right. She should never have gone back there. She thought she would be able to get back to the house, while he was dealing with the tack, but she was mistaken, when she opened the stall door, she ran straight into him.
"Janet, you never keep anything from me. Why are you doing it now?" He noticed she was holding back tears and he put his arms around her, "Don't you know how much I care for you, I don't want anything to happen to you."
"I don't deserve such a good friend."
"Lord Mountbatten should never have sent you away. I blame him, as much as I blame that bastard Lord Spencer. If you would have been here, I would have looked after you."
"If I would have been here, I would be marrying Leopold, not Kate."
He let go of her, disgusted, "And where do you get an idea like that from?"
"It was only a matter of time. I was willing to wait, unlike Millicent."
"You are delusional. The man never had feelings like that for you."
"It would have happened, Jack. I know."
"So are you going to dream of what was to be, for the rest of your life, or are you going to get on with your life."
"I tried doing that in India. I was going to marry Captain Powers."
"You didn't love him, so why would you marry him?"
"He would have given me a decent life, a nice house, nice things, but now I am stuck in service for the rest of my life, like my mother. The only one compensation I have is that I am working for the man I love."
"You are crazy, you know that?"
"I could be his mistress."
"Right, Leopold is the type of man that would take a mistress."
"It will never happen will it?"
"No, it won't." Jack couldn't believe he still could have feelings for this woman, this woman who would never think of him as anything more than a friend.
"Jack, you got to find yourself a woman."
"I do, do I?"
"Yes, I know you care about me, but I am not good enough for you."
"But you are good enough for Leopold? That doesn't make any sense."
"I know what they call me up at the house. I am not stupid. They think I am whore."
"No one knows about Edgar, Janet."
"But they have heard rumors about me and my previous employer, and yes, they are true. You have been curious, I am sure."
"Janet, I don't care about the past whatsoever."
"I was the Earls mistress for 5 years. Captain Powers was my way out. He had no idea. He was in love with me, Jack."
"You enjoy rubbing this in my face, don't you?"
"You have me up on this pedestal, I can't possible live up to what you think of me."
"Did you ever think for one minute that I love you? I don't care about the Earl, or about Edgar, or your miscarriage or about your engagement…or god, help me, even the fact that you are in love with Leopold. I have loved you since the day we rode back from the woods together."
Janet tried to think back to that time, but it was so long ago.
" I found you up there crying, because Leopold had told you to start being a girl. So I brought you back. We rode bareback. You sat in front of me, and I had my arms around you. As we were approaching the stables, Leopold was showing off on that filly of his at the time, Primrose I believe and he teased me, and said you were jailbait."
"I didn't know what jailbait was and I got angry. I couldn't have been more than 12. You were very sweet to me."
"You don't remember what I said to you, do you?"
All of a sudden she felt very bad because she didn't remember. All she could remember was she wanted to get off the horse, and slug Leopold for teasing her.
"I lifted you off the horse and I told you I would wait for you. I know you were thinking about Leopold even then. He was so gallant and dashing in all his finery. He was prince charming on a white horse. I was just the stable boy."
"You were never just a stable boy to me. And I do remember your arms around me and how I always felt secure in them."
Jack was feeling vulnerable and he just wanted her out of his sight right now. "You need to get back to the house and you need to get yourself out of those ripped clothes. , they will be back soon and I am sure Miss Katherine will be expecting your assistance."
"Jack, I don't want to go back just yet." She moved closer to him, she reached for his hand and he pushed her away.
"Don't feel sorry for me, ever. Do you understand? I don't need your sympathy." He turned away from her, "You needn't worry, I will not mention the horse borrowing to Leopold. No one will know. Go on, get out of here."
"Jack, please."
"I said get out of here, I meant it."
She walked slowly out of the stables turning around to look at him, and when she did he had disappeared into one of the stalls.
Leopold helped the ladies out of the carriage when it reached the front steps of Balinor. They headed into the house, but Leopold held back. The carriage pulled away, and he stood alone looking up at the stars. Kate was just about to enter the house and realized Leopold was not behind her. She made her way back down the stairs and he watched her as she approached him.
"Are you going to tell me what's on your mind? It is rather obvious that Edgar ruffled your feathers again."
He didn't want to have an argument now, but he felt angry and he just knew whatever he said at this moment, would come out wrong, and he hadn't even heard what Kate had to say. He was listening to Edgar's departing remark, and it was beginning to build up in his mind. He was thinking all sorts of possibilities. And none of them pleasant. He was silent. He closed his eyes and turned away from her.
"Don't do this, Leopold. Talk to me." She aggressively took hold of his arm and pulled him around to face her, "I thought we agreed that we needed to be open with each other, and now you are being distant again."
"Who is not being open? I think you need to look at yourself, Kate. You lied to me this evening. Deliberately lied to me about where you received that grass stain on your dress."
"What did he say to you? What did Edgar make you believe? That I was allowing his dirty little paws all over me? If you think for one minute, I would allow that to happen, you obviously don't know me very well."
"I don't know what happened, but he insinuated something did. In fact, he said Janet was with you and I would find it humorous. I don't find any of this one bit humorous. Particularly the lying."
"I was out on the balcony, Leopold and yes, I ran into Edgar, but he wasn't happy to see me. And even less happy after our encounter. That is all I can tell you, I promised Janet."
"What was she doing there?"
"I suppose she was spying on you."
"Me? What are you talking about?"
"Are you blind? That woman has got it so bad for you. Men can be so stupid, they can't even see it, when it's so obvious. She has probably been in love with you since you were children. And I hate to imagine what would have happened if she would have stayed on here at Balinor through her formative years. There might never have been a ball in New York for you to find a wife."
"Janet Collins?! You are crazy, Kate."
"I don't believe I am."
This threw Leopold and almost forgot what he was talking about, but when he did recall he put two and two together. "I can only imagine what went on tonight, and it's not a pretty picture. If you were not on the other side of Edgar's advances, then I can only assume Janet was." She could see the anger in his face.
"Leopold, you mustn't say anything to her. She would be devasted. She wants you to think the best of her. I told her to wait up tonight so we could talk. I think she could use a female friend right now. I doubt Jack can help her through this."
"I swear I will kill that bastard."
"In my day, I wouldn't take that seriously, but I don't like those words spoken here at all. Knowing you have guns, poisons, swords and knives all over this house. You are capable of just about anything. Leopold, please, don't talk like that."
"He's gone to far, Kate."
"Look, there is nothing you can do tonight. You need a good nights sleep, and tomorrow things will look different."
"I doubt it."
She put her arms around him and he felt so tense, but he managed to wrap his arms around her and hold her as close to him as he could, Kate almost thought he was going to cry. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and let out a sigh, "I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Nothing is going to happen to me. Edgar knows not to mess with me, Leopold."
"You don't seem to understand, you don't know what he is capable of." She could only think of his abuse of women, but she could tell Leopold meant much more.
"You mean murder, don't you? He is capable of murder?"
"You are right, I need some sleep."
"Leopold, you are doing it again."
"Don't you think we have had enough excitement for the evening?"
"No, I want to hear about Edgar."
He gave her a quick kiss, "Tomorrow. I will tell you tomorrow. Now come along,"
He started heading for the house, and she stood there arms crossed glaring at him, "You aren't coming then? Be careful, there are some wild animals out in these woods. They have been known to come close to the house."
"There are no wild animals out here."
"Suit yourself. I do hope I will see you in the morning, Kate."
She heard a sound in the distance and looked around, Leopold slowly turned with a smile on his face and headed into the house.
Being left alone was a bit eerie and she picked up her dress, and ran up the stairs after him.
Janet lay on Kate's bed crying. Nothing seemed to be going right. Her life had been one bad episode after another. And now she was dragging Kate into it. Jack didn't want to look at her, and Leopold. Well, he barely acknowledged her presence. This was never how it was suppose to be. She didn't know how long she had been lying there, when Kate had finally shown up. She quickly straightened herself up and stood up, "I am sorry, miss Katherine, I …"
"You don't have to apologize to me. After what happened this evening, I think I would be crying to." Kate handed her a handkerchief Leopold had given her. Janet recognized the monogram and before dabbing her eyes with it, she sniffed it and sighed.
Kate couldn't help but smile. It really was sort of sweet.
"You know, Leopold is threatening to kill Edgar."
"Oh, Miss, you didn't tell him, did you?"
"Edgar opened his big mouth and well, I am afraid Leopold put two and two together. I didn't tell him anything. I can't believe he doesn't know what happened before."
"His uncle has always kept things from him."
"I gathered that. Janet, maybe you should just tell me everything. No secrets. Everyone around here seems to always be walking around on eggshells, especially around Leopold and now I see myself doing it. It is so much better to get everything out in the open."
"Is that how they do it in America, miss?"
"Not always, but in a lot cases they do. And don't call me miss. I hate it. I have a name, it's Kate."
"It wouldn't be proper for me to call you that. I could lose my job for being disrespectful."
"You aren't going to lose your job."
"You don't know my mother. She wouldn't think twice about sending me packing if I mess anything up. She was very leery about having me back in the first place."
"She is in charge of the hiring?"
"Oh, yes. Of course she has to get Lord or Lady Mountbatten to approve. She sometimes will ask Leopold, but she doesn't like to bother him."
"That seems to be the consensus of everyone. Don't bother Leopold."
"In his position it is fairly common."
Kate had taken off her shoes and Janet helped unfasten her dress, she went behind the screen and got into her nightdress. She opened up the wardrobe and found another nightdress and threw it at Janet, "We are going to have girl talk now. Put this on and get comfortable."
"But…"
"No, buts, I am soon to be lady of this house and when you are in my rooms you can be yourself, okay. That is what I want."
Janet obeyed and came out in an identical dress, she joined Kate on the bed, and Kate pulled a bottle of ale out from under her bed, Janet covered her mouth, "Where did you get that, miss, I mean Kate?"
"I took it from the pantry the other day, sometimes I just feel like a drink before bed, to relax. It isn't any big deal."
"Oh, yes it is. Cook has a complete inventory and she knows when things are missing. She will probably blame one of her kitchen maids, or she might expect Jack to take it. She would let Jack slide. Everyone likes Jack. He can do no wrong here."
Kate opened the bottle and took a drink then passed it to Janet, "So how do you feel about Jack?"
"Well, he is my best friend. I am afraid I don't return the feelings he has for me. I guess because he knows too much about me. I can't believe he still can have those feelings after what he knows. Jack deserves someone a lot better."
"He's good looking."
"Extremely. No doubt about that one. And many of the local lasses, they have tried to win his affection. He is a hard worker and doesn't have any time for leisure. That is just the way he is. If he does do something he likes, it would be to ride one of the horses. He does that with Leopold. They have always been close. Like brothers."
"I think he's a lot like Leopold."
"Not at all."
"Maybe you are looking from the outside. The way they appear. Sure Leopold always looks immaculate, every hair in place, clothes fit him perfectly, I don't even think the man can get dirty." Janet giggled, "And Jack is always covered in muck, hair messy"
Janet added, "And smells like horse shit. What woman would want to kiss a man who smells like horseshit?"
"I bet he cleans up nice."
"Kate, I think you find him attractive."
"He only has eyes for you."
"Like Leopold only has eyes for you." With the mention of Leopold, Janet felt melancholy again.
Kate passed her the bottle again. She wanted to lighten the conversation up but also wanted to hear about what had gone on when she had left Balinor all those years ago and she didn't know how to bring it up. But was glad when Janet finally said something.
"I really do appreciate what you did for me tonight."
"I was glad to do it. That guy is a bastard."
Janet knew what she meant but she thought about the real meaning of the word and how much more fitting it was. She quickly dismissed those thoughts. That was something she was never supposed to mention.
"When it happened when I was young, I don't think I was as afraid. I was angry but not afraid. You know I wanted Leopold to know back then. I thought he would get jealous. How stupid was that? I really believed that would happen. Of course Leopold never found out. I was told never to discuss the matter, or I would be sent away and then when I found out I was pregnant, Leopold was already back at university. I decided the only way I would ever be able to stay at Balinor would be to lose the baby. But Lord Mountbatten knew that I most likely would inform Leopold, and it was a risk to have me around. I never wanted to go. I never even got to say goodbye to Leopold."
"Edgar never knew?"
"Oh, no. Not that he would have cared in the slightest. I know some girls who got knocked up by him, he doesn't acknowledge them or their illegitimate children."
"And what if Millicent doesn't produce him an heir?"
"He may actually seek an annulment."
"How can he, the marriage has already been consummated?"
"I don't know what it's like in America, but if a wife doesn't produce a son, it can be considered a viable reason to end the marriage."
"You would think he would already have ended it then."
"He knows it bothers Leopold. That is what I think anyhow. He's like that. He didn't really love Millicent; he only wanted her because she loved Leopold. He wanted me for the same reason. He wants everything Leopold has."
"So what's the story with his mother?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I just noticed some things tonight. Odd behavior."
"You saw Lord Mountbatten give her the envelope?"
"What envelope?"
Janet covered her mouth, "Forget it."
"No, this is interesting. I saw them together briefly and I thought Millard's behavior strange. Do you know what's going on?"
"No, I don't. I saw an exchange of an envelope that is all. I thought at first blackmail, but I brushed that thought aside. It couldn't be."
"Blackmail. Why would she be blackmailing Millard?"
"I really couldn't say. I do know that Edgar is interested in Balinor."
"But he could never get Balinor, the house belongs in the family."
"If the finances get much worse, there is a possibility the house will have to be sold. If Lady Spencer is blackmailing Lord Mountbatten, they would have the sufficient funds to purchase it."
"It can't be that bad."
"Only Lord Mountbatten knows the answer to that. He keeps his study locked, and the key on him at all times. No one is allowed to look at the books, not even Leopold."
"Surely if he wanted to he could."
"I am sure Lord Mountbatten would do anything in his rightful power for that not to happen."
Kate sat and contemplated all the information she had just received. And Janet noticed the intense look on her face.
"What are you thinking, Kate?"
"I am thinking you and I are going to find a way to get into Millard's study."
"No, we couldn't do that. I would get fired."
"I need to think about this. Jack would help wouldn't he?"
"No, you mustn't ask Jack. He has always been the ideal employee. He cannot lose his position here. It would be much worse for him. My reputation is already tarnished."
"Then you will help? I don't want Leopold to lose Balinor. I think it would destroy him."
"I would do anything for Leopold. You know that."
Kate smiled and they each took another swig of ale. Kate was going to get to the bottom of this. She couldn't let anything happen to Leopold's home.
