Kate was a bit disappointed that she was not seated next to Leopold
for dinner, but Margaret insisted this was how it was done. You never put
couples together. Leopold had Lady Pembroke on his right, and Countess
Montego on his left. Both of them very chatty and Leopold only nodded as
they both tried to monopolize him in a conversation. He wasn't sure what
was worse, the pain in his shoulder, or their high pitch babble. Kate was
at the other end of the table, next to the Count and his teenage son. She
kept looking down at Leopold, concerned. But he seemed to be holding his
own. He did look tired though. Otis stood at the edge of the room, ready
to assist to him if need be, which was a relief to Kate.
"You know that I knew your father quite well, your grace. What a splendid man he was. And quite popular with the ladies. You know that he was the catch. Every available woman who was anyone, had their eyes set on marrying your father."
Leopold looked bored. He had heard this many times, in fact it sounded much like his own life.
"In fact, isn't it a coincidence that you are neighbors with one of those women?"
Leopold looked up, "And who would that be?"
"Why Lady Spencer, your grace, of course she was Lady Woodbridge then. There is speculation that your father would have married her, if he hadn't met your mother that summer. I was at that party, the day your parents met, and I have never seen anything like it. It was love at first sight. She was such a lovely woman."
Leopold was trying to take this all in, his father with Jocelyn Spencer. This was too wild of a story. He had never heard anything about his father courting her. Surely he would have heard something from someone. Then he figured, it was unlikely since everyone kept everything from him.
"I suppose Lady Spencer was devastated."
"Oh, yes, quite. She had her heart set on becoming Duchess, but she was not one to brood for long. She married Lord Spencer, shortly after your parents wed. Of course, he was quite a bit older than she, and many say she was still pining over your father. It does make a wonderful tale, doesn't it?"
"Yes, quite. I just have a hard time believing my father would have married her."
"He probably wouldn't have. I know for a fact he never loved her. Never loved anyone but your mother. It was such a tragedy when I heard the news of your parents death. I was in Paris at the time, and I cried for days. "
Leopold couldn't help but think this had some connection with the feud their families had had ever since he could remember. His mind was now racing, and he started to feel terribly exhausted. Lady Pembroke looked concerned," I haven't upset you have I, your grace. I mean talking about your parents. You must miss them terribly, such a tragedy."
His head started spinning and he felt a bit faint, Otis was at his side immediately, "Sir, maybe you should go lie down."
"I think that might be wise. Do you mind helping me up to my room?"
"Of course not, sir."
Kate went to his side, "Leopold, what is it?"
He smiled at her and rested his hand on her cheek, "You were right, I should have stayed in bed. Otis is going to take me upstairs. I will be fine, I just need to lie down."
"I'll go up with you."
"Explain to the others, please."
"Of course. They'll understand." The rest of the table eyes were drawn to the scenario developing. The men stood up, the women gasped, hoping Leopold had not had a setback. As Otis assisted him upstairs, Kate stood up.
"He has just overdone himself. He needs to lie down. Everything is fine. Go ahead and finish your meal, if you will excuse me for a few minutes."
Margaret smiled at Kate. Maybe she would make a fine duchess. She was behaving very well tonight, and was handling the situation very well. Margaret went to her side, before she left the room, "I am very proud of you, Katherine, and I hope this mornings confrontation hasn't upset you too much."
"It's forgotten, Aunt Margaret. I really need to go see to Leopold. I knew him coming downstairs was not a good idea."
"I am sure he is fine and being in the company of others was probably very good for him. It just looked like a bit of exhaustion came over him. You go to him and I will deal with the company. Please don't be too long; The Counts son is going to play the piano for us. It's a real thrill, I have heard he is marvelous."
Kate thought it sounded quite boring, but smiled and then hurried upstairs.
Otis removed Leopold jacket and waistcoat and loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his shoes. Then helped him into bed.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" He handed Leopold a glass of water, which he took a few sips.
"My uncle. You can get me my uncle." His voice sounded very agitated indeed.
"You seem very distraught."
"I have just been informed that my father once courted Lady Spencer. What do you know about this Otis? You were in his service then, weren't you?"
"Your father courted many young women, sir. I suppose he was seen with Lady Spencer at one time or another, yes."
"Why was I never told about this?"
"What difference could it possibly make? It was not serious. Like all of the women he was seen with. I am sure Lady Spencer chose to believe it might be. But she wasn't the only one. Every available young lady in England was hoping to become the next Duchess. You shouldn't be working yourself up over something so trivial."
"This has nothing to do with our families' animosity towards each other?"
"I really couldn't say, sir?"
Kate walked in the room and saw that Leopold was hardly relaxing, "What is going on?"
Otis turned to her, "I'm afraid he has received some information he isn't pleased with."
"And Otis thinks I am being foolish letting it bother me."
"Yes, I do think you are sir. This is something that happened before you were born. How could it possibly effect your life now?"
"Well, obviously it does affect my life. They are my neighbors. Their family has hated mine for as long as I can remember. "
Kate put up her hand, "Wait a minute, both of you. What are you talking about?"
If this is about Edgar…Leopold, you promised me you would put him out of your mind for at least tonight."
"And that was my full intention, but I happened to be sitting next to Lady Pembroke who gave me a running commentary on my father's courting days, and it so happens that Jocelyn Spencer had her hopes set on becoming the Duchess of Albany. You would think somewhere along the line, I would have been told this fact. That it has some significance in my life due to the fact our families have always hated each other. But no, my uncle obviously has kept it from me, and even Otis, who I trusted, decided I shouldn't know."
"He is overexagerating, Miss."
"Leopold, this is ridiculous. Look at the state you are in, over something so stupid. So what if you father dated her, he married your mother." She went to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. She took hold of his hand, and leaned towards him kissing his cheek, "You need to calm down."
He took a deep breath, "I don't believe it's stupid. I have this strong feeling that it means something"
Kate couldn't help but think of Millard and his conversation with Jocelyn and Janet seeing them exchange a packet of some kind the night of the ball at the Spencers. Was Leopold right, did this mean something? But what? It was starting to get incredibly complicated. "Okay, maybe it does?"
He was surprised she was now in agreement with him and Otis shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, "You shouldn't encourage him, Miss Katherine."
"I didn't say I think you are right. But it could mean something. Lady Spencer being jilted by the Duke of Albany, she might be holding a grudge that she has passed onto Edgar."
Otis couldn't believe this, "Do you know how absolutely ludicrous this whole scenario sounds?"
Leopold managed to chuckle, "He's right."
"No, no, it could be. A woman scorned is a very dangerous thing."
"Well, I tend to agree with you there, women in general are very dangerous things. And Lady Jocelyn has always been a very bitter and controlling woman. I am sure she wasn't happy about my father's engagement to my mother."
"She married Lord Spencer, shortly after your parents were wed, Leopold. She moved on." Otis added.
"She moved on alright. To a man old enough to be her father. Don't you find that there is something wrong with this picture?"
"I think the accident has caused you to think irrationally, sir, and as for Miss Katherine, who seems in fine health, all I can say, you have read to many mystery novels."
"I suppose the thought of her with my father, is very disconcerting. She is everything my mother wasn't."
"Your father never loved anyone but your mother. I know that for a fact. I can promise that any affections with Lady Spencer what so ever, were one sided."
"He never spoke of her?"
"Never. Before he met your mother, he attended galas and balls with many different women. They were ornaments on his arm only. He knew it was expected of him. Lady Spencer was one of them. That is all. If you still want me to fetch your uncle, and maybe he could put your mind at ease on the subject. I will do so. And if I have been out of line, in any comment I have made this evening, I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
"You know I don't like yes men. Always agreeing with me. You have always been upfront and honest, I respect that in you. And I hardly need my uncle to put my mind at ease, you have done a fine job of that, Otis." He had calmed down considerably, and he smiled at Kate,
"I think this accident has messed with my mind. I am being ridiculous."
Kate didn't think he was, but she knew it was no point to continues the discussion, especially in front of Otis. "You should just rest." She stroked the side of his face and he took his good hand and placed it over hers then bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it.
"I promise I will join you later."
"You don't have to promise anything. I just want you to get well. You don't need to come back down at all. In fact, I would prefer it if you didn't?"
"Ah, I see, you fancy that young Montego chap. Dark, brooding, mysterious. You get me out of the way, and the next thing I know he will be serenading you on the balcony."
She smiled, glad to see him calming down and joking, "He is a boy. I prefer a man."
"You might think differently when you hear him sing."
"Is he that good?"
Otis and Leopold exchanged glances and both laughed, "You will have to judge for yourself, I am afraid. His tonal quality is something that has to be experienced."
"Okay, you two. I am going to leave you." She shook his finger at him, "Get some rest."
He began to kiss up her arm, and gradually had her close enough, so that he was able to kiss her lips. He them smiled, "Just something for you to think about while Montego is trying to make a move on you."
"Just stop it. You are bad, Leopold."
"I thought you rather enjoyed my kisses. Obviously, that one did not come across as I would have liked, I will have another go."
He pulled her down towards him again, this time she lost her balance and was practically on top of him, making sure she was nowhere near his right shoulder, he managed to put his all in his kiss, and it left Kate red faced, as he let her get up.
"Ah, that was better. I believe that was exactly the reaction I was expecting. You can go now." He smiled triumphantly as she stood up and sighed. She felt lightheaded. The effect he had on her was incredible. It never ceased to amaze her. And she liked it that way.
Jack had promised Janet a stroll along the Thames, but he was just a bit preoccupied. His earlier conversation with Leopold was on his mind. What the hell was he thinking, saying yes? The thought of stealing anything was very disturbing to him, and stealing from Millard was very disconcerting. Leopold had promised nothing would jeopardize his position, but it still bothered him. Being confronted by Millard, was not a pleasant occurrence. But he believed Leopold should see the books. He was sure there was something hidden in them, and he was pretty sure that Edgar Spencer had something to do with it. He was pretty confident that once Leopold had the information he needed, he would be able to sort out the financial mess, and many of his worries would be over.
Janet was very aware that his mind was elsewhere, "Well, that view is spectacular, to bad the company is floating somewhere in the clouds."
Jack looked at her surprised, "Pardon?"
"Jack, you are a million miles away, it's such a beautiful evening and I was so looking forward to this. Do you just want to go back to the house? Maybe you would find the horses company more interesting?"
"Stop being ridiculous. Of course I don't. I want to be with you…always." He pulled her closer to him as they walked, and she managed a smiled. "I just have a few things on my mind, concerning the work I left behind at Balinor."
"I am sure everything is running smoothly, Tom is perfectly capable of exercising a horse and mucking out a stable."
"You know, I might just pop back there in the morning."
"Pop back? It's hardly a pop back. It will take you a half a day to reach Balinor."
"Okay, so it takes that long. I could take care of what I need to and I will be back by midnight."
"Why would you do that?" She was curious. It didn't seem like something he would do.
"The blacksmith is coming to shoe some of the horses. Tom will not know which ones, I should be there."
"I am sure the blacksmith will be able to tell."
"Possibly, but I would feel better if I was there. Those horses are very important to Leopold and he relies heavily on the care I take to look after them."
"They are only horses, Jack."
"I am going and that is that." He said it with much conviction in his voice.
"Fine, fine, go. Just be careful. You always here about incidents on the London road, when men are riding alone."
"I have a pistol and what is the likely hood, someone would try and rob me. I have nothing."
"Since when do you carry a pistol?"
"Leopold thought it was wise, after the incident in the woods. He is carrying one as well."
"Don't even think of telling Kate that. She really has a thing about guns in general. In fact, I don't really like you carrying one."
He could tell she was worrying and he stopped walking and looked up into the sky. It was clear, an oddity for London, and the stars were amazing. "Look up at the sky."
She did so, "I don't think I have ever seen the sky so beautiful, but then again I have never been gazing up at it with the most beautiful woman on this earth, that makes all the difference in the world. Look, you can see the big dipper, let me show you."
He stood behind her and took her hand and pointed it towards the sky, tracing it with her finger, "Right there, do you see it?"
She was turned looking up at him, and he looked down at her, "You are looking in the wrong direction."
"I think I am looking in the right direction." He turned her towards him and they kissed.
After seeing Janet back to the house, Jack changed into his work togs and went out in search of someone who had the ability to copy a key. Janet had been so curious about his demeanor this evening, that instead of going straight to her room, she followed him. Why was he going out this late? He was on foot, and walking extremely fast, but she managed to keep up. Where he led her, she was not prepared for. It was a seedy area and drunks and prostitutes were out on the street, one approached Jack and Janet was flabbergasted. This didn't seem like Jack at all, did she really know him? She watched as Jack and the prostitute carried on for a few minutes, he was whispering to her, and the next thing Janet knew was she was leading him into the pub. Janet stood there for a while, contemplating the situation, before it finally hit her, and she ran back to the house in tears.
When she entered the house through the backdoor, she could hear music being played in the front room. The dinner party was still going on, she wasn't paying attention as she stormed through the house, and ran into Leopold, who had just descended the stairs. She looked up, "I am ever so sorry, your grace. What a clumsy oaf I am?"
He saw tears in her eyes, and took hold of her with his one good arm, "Janet, what is it? Why are you crying?"
Kate had heard commotion and came out of the front room.
Leopold looked at Kate for some guidance, crying females were a bit of a mystery to him. Kate came over to their side, and saw the distress on Janet's face. Janet looked over at Kate. "They are all the same. Every single one of them. I hate him, Kate. I want nothing to do with him."
"Does this have to do with Jack?"
She nodded. "I followed him tonight after we got back from our walk. He has been strange all evening, but we did have a lovely time, but I saw him with a prostitute in Soho, just a few minutes ago."
Leopold knew exactly what was going on, Jack was making arrangements for the key to be copied, "I am sure you were mistaken, Janet."
"I was not." She snapped at Leopold. "Why are men like this? Oh, why am I even talking to you. You are just like the rest of them. You would defend him in a minute."
Margaret came out into the hall, "What in god's name is going on out here?"
Margaret's interruption was all Janet needed, Leopold had loosened his grip on her and she raced up the stairs.
Both Kate and Leopold looked up the stairs after her. Margaret came to Leopold's side, "I am so glad you decided to come back down and join us, I knew you just needed a lie down and you would be fine. The entertainment is divine, very relaxing."
Leopold wasn't too sure, he had heard the Count's son sing, and it was off key, but he began to follow his aunt into the front room. He turned to Kate, "Will she be alright?"
She had noticed Leopold's expression earlier, and she wondered if he knew what was going on with Jack. They had spoken earlier, before dinner. "I'll go talk to her, you go ahead."
Kate went up to Janet's room, and found her lying on the bed sobbing. She sat next to her and rubbed her back, to comfort her, "Jack does love you, Janet. Maybe Leopold is right, maybe it wasn't what you saw."
"I just don't understand. I could give him that, but he wouldn't have it, and now I find him with a prostitute in Soho. It doesn't make any sense."
"Nothing makes sense around here anymore." Kate sighed. "I think before you make any conclusions about what you saw, you need to talk to Jack."
"I want to believe there are good men, Kate. Really I do, and I believed Jack was one of them."
"He is. You shouldn't doubt what you know in your heart to be true."
"I shouldn't have said those things to Leopold."
"It doesn't matter."
"He's not like the rest, is he?"
"No, he's not, and that is one reason I love him. And Jack isn't like the rest either."
"You don't have to sit with me, Kate. You should be downstairs with the others."
"Actually it's a nice break, the Count's son has the worst sense of pitch I have ever heard. His piano playing I guess is okay, but I am so tired of sitting."
"Get Leopold to take you out for a walk."
"I don't think he is up to it. He had a fainting spell earlier, he really should be in bed, but I think he felt obligated to be a part of the family."
"You seem a bit worried."
"I really don't see the wedding happening this weekend. He is better, but I don't think he's up to the excitement. If he would just stay in bed and rest, then maybe but he gets himself all worked up about everything. It doesn't seem like a good time for a wedding."
"But the wedding is just what he needs. It will take his mind off everything."
"Do you really believe that? This is Leopold, we are talking about. I don't think his mind ever shuts down."
Kate and Leopold managed some time alone, after all the guests had left. Leopold insisted on going out to the yard to check on the horses, and Kate joined him. When they got to the Yard, Leopold turned towards her, and put his free arm around her drawing her close to him, "I have been ignoring you."
"Don't you even worry about me. All I want is for you to get well." She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. Kissing him gently. He returned this kiss, with much more passion,
"I am getting better."
"I can see that." She smiled, as he leaned towards her again and kissed her. He had forgotten about his bad shoulder for a second and as he pressed up against her, he jolted his arm, and he cringed. Stepping back and gently rubbing his shoulder over the splint.
"Leopold, you have to be careful."
"I got lost in the moment, I am afraid. One minute I feel like my old self and then… the pain is unbearable or I feel lightheaded. It's very frustrating."
"I was thinking maybe we should postpone the wedding."
He was surprised, "No, that isn't a viable option. Unless you are having second thoughts."
"What do you think? I want to marry you, just as much today as I did the night of the ball when you announced I was to be your bride, but I think it will be too much for you. You still have dizzy spells and the pain in your shoulder is still evident and probably will be for another few weeks. It would make sense for you to recover totally from the injury before we take those steps down the aisle."
"You are concerned, our wedding night will be uneventful under the circumstances."
"Well, I have to admit that is part of it. We want it to be perfect, right?"
Leopold smiled and nodded.
"Then we should wait. I know your aunt will have a fit but I think she will understand. It wouldn't have to be long, maybe a few weeks, just until your fully recovered from the ordeal you have been through. What's another few weeks, when it took you over 100 years to find me."
"I know that is true, but I feel I am letting you down. If I wouldn't have been such a fool riding into the woods that afternoon, then everything would be different. Jack had apprehensions about it and I should have took more heed in his concerns."
"You are okay, that is all that matters to me." She snuggled up against him. When he was alone with Kate, everything else seemed so insignificant. He hated the thought they would have to put the wedding on hold, when he so desperately wanted to be with Kate every minute. His thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. They both turned and Jack was standing there.
"I just needed to get something. In my saddlebag."
Kate was ready to scold him, "You have some explaining to do."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am afraid you are in the dog house."
"The dog house? I have no idea what you are on about, Kate. What the hell is a doghouse? Do you actually have such a thing in America for dogs?"
Leopold put his hand to his mouth, trying not to laugh.
"Janet saw you in Soho with a hooker. She followed you."
"Damn it. I should've known. This is your fault, Leopold."
Kate turned to Leopold, "Really? Your fault? Are you sending Jack out to find you a little action for the evening?"
"Certainly not." Kate watched the eye contact between them.
"I am not stupid. Something is going on here, and you are going to tell me what it is."
"You'll know soon enough, I have no secrets, Kate. Jack is doing me a favor, he is going to Balinor tomorrow to fetch some information I require."
"What does that have to do with hookers in Soho?"
Leopold motioned with his hand for Jack to tell her, "I have to get a key made, and I figured I would find someone to do it quickly, for the right amount of money, in Soho. I was right. I am meeting him in a hour."
"Key? What key?"
"Millard's key to his study."
"You two are crazy, you'll never get the key."
"I already have."
Even Leopold seemed surprised. "Leopold, you did a wonderful job in getting him intoxicated. He was out like a light in minutes. Your aunt asked me for my assistance in getting him up to bed. All I had to do was lift the key from his pocket. Easy."
"Are you proud of yourself, Leopold? Turning Jack into a pickpocket."
"I am a bit concerned that you seemed to enjoy it, Jack."
"It was rather exciting at the time, but not now, now that I know Janet saw me, and believes I was cheating on her. That should sit well with her, after everything I have said to her. But I guess I will deal with that in the morning, I have a bloke to meet and I have to get the key back into your uncle's pocket before morning. This is it, Leopold. I am not doing you any more favors."
"I will pay you considerably."
"I am not doing this for the payment. I am doing it because we are friends and because I believe your uncle is hiding something…something that effects all of us, I knew the day he sent Janet away, something was amiss."
"And you never let on?" Leopold questioned.
"That doesn't matter now, it's time the truth came out, and I think there will be some kind of answer in the books."
Kate was quiet. She thought about Millard and Jocelyn at the ball, and the coincidence that Leopold's father once courted Jocelyn. She needed to tell Leopold what she had seen, but the thought of him having another setback concerned her, so she decided it could wait for a few days.
When Janet awoke, there was a small bouquet of flowers by her bed, in a vase and an elegantly handwritten note…simple and to the point…
Dearest Janet….You have my heart, and every other part of me. I was with no other last night. I realize all you have is my word. A word I believe is honorable, and hope you believe the same. I have a long journey ahead of me today, and you will be in my thoughts every step of the way. Upon my return around midnight this evening, I would look forward to a rendezvous in the yard with you…..all my love, Jack.
Janet quickly got out of bed and ran down the stairs in her nightdress and out the backdoor to the yard. Jack was just getting on Merlin, "Jack, don't leave."
He was so glad to see her, he immediately jumped off the horse and took her in his arms, "Kate told me you saw me in Soho. I have to explain."
"No, you don't. I trust you. The note was lovely by the way."
He kissed her, and held her tight, "Will you meet me here at midnight?"
"Of course I will. You need to go, please be careful."
"I will." He gave her another kiss and then got on the horse, "I love you."
"I love you too."
Leopold had another bad night. The dreams were not subsiding, and it concerned both Otis and Kate. They didn't wake him that morning and Kate decided on her own, that the wedding would have to be postponed. This wasn't going to be easy. And for Kate, it was extremely difficult. She felt she had waited so long, and due to that bastard Edgar, she was going to have to wait longer. She wanted nothing more than to be Leopold's wife and for them to get on with some kind of normal existence, whatever that was in 1876, even the thought of starting a family had crossed her mind over the last few days. Something she would never even contemplated a month ago. Every day that went by she wondered what new obstacle would be put in the way of her and Leopold ever being together. She felt she was being tested, but no matter what she was staying strong and true. She would marry Leopold, it was meant to happen. Why else would she have risked everything to be with him? She watched Leopold sleep that morning, before going down to breakfast, and these thoughts raced through her head.
Otis noticed her concern, "You look concerned, Miss Katherine."
"Oh, Otis, you don't even know. We have decided to postpone the wedding."
"I can't say that I am surprised, I doubt Leopold will be up to the festivities. You have made a wise decision."
"Have I? Everyday I wonder what is going to happen next, maybe Leopold won't even be around in a few weeks." She felt like crying, but remained strong. She gently kissed Leopold's forehead, and he stirred a bit and then she walked towards the door.
Otis opened the door for her, "You mustn't have those thoughts. Your love for him, keeps him going. Without you, he is nothing. I am certain of that. He has lived an empty life for so long, and now things have meaning to him. A few years ago, he would never have questioned the financial state of his family. He let his uncle deal with everything, wanted no part in it. Kept himself busy with his inventions. He now sees a future with you and he is taking an active part in making sure that there will be a future. We are all guilty of coddling him, he has a mind of his own and he needs to do what he thinks best now."
"And what if he gets shot again, or worse killed? I couldn't bear it, Otis."
"One day at a time, miss. And I have no doubt in my mind that you and Leopold will be husband and wife in no time at all."
"I hope you are right, Otis."
She entered the dining room, to find Millard, Margaret and Agnes all having breakfast. Agnes, who was very observant, saw distress in Kate's face, "My dear, is everything alright? Isn't Leopold joining you for breakfast?"
Kate shook her head, "No, he had another bad night. He's still sleeping."
"Oh, my word, this is not good. He really should see a doctor."
"No, the wound is healing nicely. No sign of infection whatsoever, he is still weak and I am sure last night didn't help matters. He has nightmares and is very restless. I think he has a lot on his mind."
Kate looked over at Millard deliberately and he managed to take his eyes away from his paper for a few seconds, but didn't like the way Kate was glaring at him and went right back to it, speaking behind the paper, "That boy needs rest and to be left alone."
Kate knew he was referring to her spending a lot of time with him, "You are right, Lord Mountbatten. In fact, I have decided that the wedding is off for the time being."
Millard put the paper down abruptly, and Margaret choked on her tea. Agnes was the only one not surprised.
Margaret was not happy, "My dear Katherine, he will be fine by Saturday, surely. Everyday he is stronger and regaining some of his color."
"This is supposed to be the happiest day in our lives. And he is still in so much pain, and tends to get tired so easily, and you saw him faint last night. He is in no state to walk down the aisle. I want it to be perfect."
"All the preparations, dear. Everything is in place for Saturday."
"There will be no wedding Saturday. There will be no wedding until I see that he really is on the mend. When he can sit through a whole meal, when he can get back on a horse, when he is able to have some movement in his arm without pain."
"Have you spoken to Leopold about this?"
"Yes, and both of us feel, it is the right decision. I am not overly pleased with it, far from it. I was looking forward to Saturday, but since the accident I haven't been able to think of anything but his health. He isn't up to it."
"You realize what this will look like." Margaret was upset, "It will look as though he has called it off and you will be disgraced, Katherine."
"I really don't care, what anyone thinks. Leopold and I know what the truth is. The wedding is not off, it is only postponed, and I suggest you make sure the papers get that right, Lady Mountbatten, before the gossip starts and you will be embarrassed by this situation, not me. Excuse me, I really don't feel like eating."
She walked out of the door and Agnes turned to Margaret, "I know how important this wedding is to you, Margaret, but just look at that girls face. It is much more important to her, and postponing it has not been an easy choice for her. Have a little sympathy." Then she turned to her nephew, "And you, Millard, I can see that smile. You are hoping that it never takes place. Which I can't even understand. That boy has been happier in the last month than I have seen him in years, he loves Kate and they will be married. I believe I will make sure the press gets the appropriate information, because your version will be twisted I am sure."
Then she walked out and Margaret and Millard just stared at each other.
"You know that I knew your father quite well, your grace. What a splendid man he was. And quite popular with the ladies. You know that he was the catch. Every available woman who was anyone, had their eyes set on marrying your father."
Leopold looked bored. He had heard this many times, in fact it sounded much like his own life.
"In fact, isn't it a coincidence that you are neighbors with one of those women?"
Leopold looked up, "And who would that be?"
"Why Lady Spencer, your grace, of course she was Lady Woodbridge then. There is speculation that your father would have married her, if he hadn't met your mother that summer. I was at that party, the day your parents met, and I have never seen anything like it. It was love at first sight. She was such a lovely woman."
Leopold was trying to take this all in, his father with Jocelyn Spencer. This was too wild of a story. He had never heard anything about his father courting her. Surely he would have heard something from someone. Then he figured, it was unlikely since everyone kept everything from him.
"I suppose Lady Spencer was devastated."
"Oh, yes, quite. She had her heart set on becoming Duchess, but she was not one to brood for long. She married Lord Spencer, shortly after your parents wed. Of course, he was quite a bit older than she, and many say she was still pining over your father. It does make a wonderful tale, doesn't it?"
"Yes, quite. I just have a hard time believing my father would have married her."
"He probably wouldn't have. I know for a fact he never loved her. Never loved anyone but your mother. It was such a tragedy when I heard the news of your parents death. I was in Paris at the time, and I cried for days. "
Leopold couldn't help but think this had some connection with the feud their families had had ever since he could remember. His mind was now racing, and he started to feel terribly exhausted. Lady Pembroke looked concerned," I haven't upset you have I, your grace. I mean talking about your parents. You must miss them terribly, such a tragedy."
His head started spinning and he felt a bit faint, Otis was at his side immediately, "Sir, maybe you should go lie down."
"I think that might be wise. Do you mind helping me up to my room?"
"Of course not, sir."
Kate went to his side, "Leopold, what is it?"
He smiled at her and rested his hand on her cheek, "You were right, I should have stayed in bed. Otis is going to take me upstairs. I will be fine, I just need to lie down."
"I'll go up with you."
"Explain to the others, please."
"Of course. They'll understand." The rest of the table eyes were drawn to the scenario developing. The men stood up, the women gasped, hoping Leopold had not had a setback. As Otis assisted him upstairs, Kate stood up.
"He has just overdone himself. He needs to lie down. Everything is fine. Go ahead and finish your meal, if you will excuse me for a few minutes."
Margaret smiled at Kate. Maybe she would make a fine duchess. She was behaving very well tonight, and was handling the situation very well. Margaret went to her side, before she left the room, "I am very proud of you, Katherine, and I hope this mornings confrontation hasn't upset you too much."
"It's forgotten, Aunt Margaret. I really need to go see to Leopold. I knew him coming downstairs was not a good idea."
"I am sure he is fine and being in the company of others was probably very good for him. It just looked like a bit of exhaustion came over him. You go to him and I will deal with the company. Please don't be too long; The Counts son is going to play the piano for us. It's a real thrill, I have heard he is marvelous."
Kate thought it sounded quite boring, but smiled and then hurried upstairs.
Otis removed Leopold jacket and waistcoat and loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his shoes. Then helped him into bed.
"Can I get you anything, sir?" He handed Leopold a glass of water, which he took a few sips.
"My uncle. You can get me my uncle." His voice sounded very agitated indeed.
"You seem very distraught."
"I have just been informed that my father once courted Lady Spencer. What do you know about this Otis? You were in his service then, weren't you?"
"Your father courted many young women, sir. I suppose he was seen with Lady Spencer at one time or another, yes."
"Why was I never told about this?"
"What difference could it possibly make? It was not serious. Like all of the women he was seen with. I am sure Lady Spencer chose to believe it might be. But she wasn't the only one. Every available young lady in England was hoping to become the next Duchess. You shouldn't be working yourself up over something so trivial."
"This has nothing to do with our families' animosity towards each other?"
"I really couldn't say, sir?"
Kate walked in the room and saw that Leopold was hardly relaxing, "What is going on?"
Otis turned to her, "I'm afraid he has received some information he isn't pleased with."
"And Otis thinks I am being foolish letting it bother me."
"Yes, I do think you are sir. This is something that happened before you were born. How could it possibly effect your life now?"
"Well, obviously it does affect my life. They are my neighbors. Their family has hated mine for as long as I can remember. "
Kate put up her hand, "Wait a minute, both of you. What are you talking about?"
If this is about Edgar…Leopold, you promised me you would put him out of your mind for at least tonight."
"And that was my full intention, but I happened to be sitting next to Lady Pembroke who gave me a running commentary on my father's courting days, and it so happens that Jocelyn Spencer had her hopes set on becoming the Duchess of Albany. You would think somewhere along the line, I would have been told this fact. That it has some significance in my life due to the fact our families have always hated each other. But no, my uncle obviously has kept it from me, and even Otis, who I trusted, decided I shouldn't know."
"He is overexagerating, Miss."
"Leopold, this is ridiculous. Look at the state you are in, over something so stupid. So what if you father dated her, he married your mother." She went to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. She took hold of his hand, and leaned towards him kissing his cheek, "You need to calm down."
He took a deep breath, "I don't believe it's stupid. I have this strong feeling that it means something"
Kate couldn't help but think of Millard and his conversation with Jocelyn and Janet seeing them exchange a packet of some kind the night of the ball at the Spencers. Was Leopold right, did this mean something? But what? It was starting to get incredibly complicated. "Okay, maybe it does?"
He was surprised she was now in agreement with him and Otis shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, "You shouldn't encourage him, Miss Katherine."
"I didn't say I think you are right. But it could mean something. Lady Spencer being jilted by the Duke of Albany, she might be holding a grudge that she has passed onto Edgar."
Otis couldn't believe this, "Do you know how absolutely ludicrous this whole scenario sounds?"
Leopold managed to chuckle, "He's right."
"No, no, it could be. A woman scorned is a very dangerous thing."
"Well, I tend to agree with you there, women in general are very dangerous things. And Lady Jocelyn has always been a very bitter and controlling woman. I am sure she wasn't happy about my father's engagement to my mother."
"She married Lord Spencer, shortly after your parents were wed, Leopold. She moved on." Otis added.
"She moved on alright. To a man old enough to be her father. Don't you find that there is something wrong with this picture?"
"I think the accident has caused you to think irrationally, sir, and as for Miss Katherine, who seems in fine health, all I can say, you have read to many mystery novels."
"I suppose the thought of her with my father, is very disconcerting. She is everything my mother wasn't."
"Your father never loved anyone but your mother. I know that for a fact. I can promise that any affections with Lady Spencer what so ever, were one sided."
"He never spoke of her?"
"Never. Before he met your mother, he attended galas and balls with many different women. They were ornaments on his arm only. He knew it was expected of him. Lady Spencer was one of them. That is all. If you still want me to fetch your uncle, and maybe he could put your mind at ease on the subject. I will do so. And if I have been out of line, in any comment I have made this evening, I didn't mean to be disrespectful."
"You know I don't like yes men. Always agreeing with me. You have always been upfront and honest, I respect that in you. And I hardly need my uncle to put my mind at ease, you have done a fine job of that, Otis." He had calmed down considerably, and he smiled at Kate,
"I think this accident has messed with my mind. I am being ridiculous."
Kate didn't think he was, but she knew it was no point to continues the discussion, especially in front of Otis. "You should just rest." She stroked the side of his face and he took his good hand and placed it over hers then bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of it.
"I promise I will join you later."
"You don't have to promise anything. I just want you to get well. You don't need to come back down at all. In fact, I would prefer it if you didn't?"
"Ah, I see, you fancy that young Montego chap. Dark, brooding, mysterious. You get me out of the way, and the next thing I know he will be serenading you on the balcony."
She smiled, glad to see him calming down and joking, "He is a boy. I prefer a man."
"You might think differently when you hear him sing."
"Is he that good?"
Otis and Leopold exchanged glances and both laughed, "You will have to judge for yourself, I am afraid. His tonal quality is something that has to be experienced."
"Okay, you two. I am going to leave you." She shook his finger at him, "Get some rest."
He began to kiss up her arm, and gradually had her close enough, so that he was able to kiss her lips. He them smiled, "Just something for you to think about while Montego is trying to make a move on you."
"Just stop it. You are bad, Leopold."
"I thought you rather enjoyed my kisses. Obviously, that one did not come across as I would have liked, I will have another go."
He pulled her down towards him again, this time she lost her balance and was practically on top of him, making sure she was nowhere near his right shoulder, he managed to put his all in his kiss, and it left Kate red faced, as he let her get up.
"Ah, that was better. I believe that was exactly the reaction I was expecting. You can go now." He smiled triumphantly as she stood up and sighed. She felt lightheaded. The effect he had on her was incredible. It never ceased to amaze her. And she liked it that way.
Jack had promised Janet a stroll along the Thames, but he was just a bit preoccupied. His earlier conversation with Leopold was on his mind. What the hell was he thinking, saying yes? The thought of stealing anything was very disturbing to him, and stealing from Millard was very disconcerting. Leopold had promised nothing would jeopardize his position, but it still bothered him. Being confronted by Millard, was not a pleasant occurrence. But he believed Leopold should see the books. He was sure there was something hidden in them, and he was pretty sure that Edgar Spencer had something to do with it. He was pretty confident that once Leopold had the information he needed, he would be able to sort out the financial mess, and many of his worries would be over.
Janet was very aware that his mind was elsewhere, "Well, that view is spectacular, to bad the company is floating somewhere in the clouds."
Jack looked at her surprised, "Pardon?"
"Jack, you are a million miles away, it's such a beautiful evening and I was so looking forward to this. Do you just want to go back to the house? Maybe you would find the horses company more interesting?"
"Stop being ridiculous. Of course I don't. I want to be with you…always." He pulled her closer to him as they walked, and she managed a smiled. "I just have a few things on my mind, concerning the work I left behind at Balinor."
"I am sure everything is running smoothly, Tom is perfectly capable of exercising a horse and mucking out a stable."
"You know, I might just pop back there in the morning."
"Pop back? It's hardly a pop back. It will take you a half a day to reach Balinor."
"Okay, so it takes that long. I could take care of what I need to and I will be back by midnight."
"Why would you do that?" She was curious. It didn't seem like something he would do.
"The blacksmith is coming to shoe some of the horses. Tom will not know which ones, I should be there."
"I am sure the blacksmith will be able to tell."
"Possibly, but I would feel better if I was there. Those horses are very important to Leopold and he relies heavily on the care I take to look after them."
"They are only horses, Jack."
"I am going and that is that." He said it with much conviction in his voice.
"Fine, fine, go. Just be careful. You always here about incidents on the London road, when men are riding alone."
"I have a pistol and what is the likely hood, someone would try and rob me. I have nothing."
"Since when do you carry a pistol?"
"Leopold thought it was wise, after the incident in the woods. He is carrying one as well."
"Don't even think of telling Kate that. She really has a thing about guns in general. In fact, I don't really like you carrying one."
He could tell she was worrying and he stopped walking and looked up into the sky. It was clear, an oddity for London, and the stars were amazing. "Look up at the sky."
She did so, "I don't think I have ever seen the sky so beautiful, but then again I have never been gazing up at it with the most beautiful woman on this earth, that makes all the difference in the world. Look, you can see the big dipper, let me show you."
He stood behind her and took her hand and pointed it towards the sky, tracing it with her finger, "Right there, do you see it?"
She was turned looking up at him, and he looked down at her, "You are looking in the wrong direction."
"I think I am looking in the right direction." He turned her towards him and they kissed.
After seeing Janet back to the house, Jack changed into his work togs and went out in search of someone who had the ability to copy a key. Janet had been so curious about his demeanor this evening, that instead of going straight to her room, she followed him. Why was he going out this late? He was on foot, and walking extremely fast, but she managed to keep up. Where he led her, she was not prepared for. It was a seedy area and drunks and prostitutes were out on the street, one approached Jack and Janet was flabbergasted. This didn't seem like Jack at all, did she really know him? She watched as Jack and the prostitute carried on for a few minutes, he was whispering to her, and the next thing Janet knew was she was leading him into the pub. Janet stood there for a while, contemplating the situation, before it finally hit her, and she ran back to the house in tears.
When she entered the house through the backdoor, she could hear music being played in the front room. The dinner party was still going on, she wasn't paying attention as she stormed through the house, and ran into Leopold, who had just descended the stairs. She looked up, "I am ever so sorry, your grace. What a clumsy oaf I am?"
He saw tears in her eyes, and took hold of her with his one good arm, "Janet, what is it? Why are you crying?"
Kate had heard commotion and came out of the front room.
Leopold looked at Kate for some guidance, crying females were a bit of a mystery to him. Kate came over to their side, and saw the distress on Janet's face. Janet looked over at Kate. "They are all the same. Every single one of them. I hate him, Kate. I want nothing to do with him."
"Does this have to do with Jack?"
She nodded. "I followed him tonight after we got back from our walk. He has been strange all evening, but we did have a lovely time, but I saw him with a prostitute in Soho, just a few minutes ago."
Leopold knew exactly what was going on, Jack was making arrangements for the key to be copied, "I am sure you were mistaken, Janet."
"I was not." She snapped at Leopold. "Why are men like this? Oh, why am I even talking to you. You are just like the rest of them. You would defend him in a minute."
Margaret came out into the hall, "What in god's name is going on out here?"
Margaret's interruption was all Janet needed, Leopold had loosened his grip on her and she raced up the stairs.
Both Kate and Leopold looked up the stairs after her. Margaret came to Leopold's side, "I am so glad you decided to come back down and join us, I knew you just needed a lie down and you would be fine. The entertainment is divine, very relaxing."
Leopold wasn't too sure, he had heard the Count's son sing, and it was off key, but he began to follow his aunt into the front room. He turned to Kate, "Will she be alright?"
She had noticed Leopold's expression earlier, and she wondered if he knew what was going on with Jack. They had spoken earlier, before dinner. "I'll go talk to her, you go ahead."
Kate went up to Janet's room, and found her lying on the bed sobbing. She sat next to her and rubbed her back, to comfort her, "Jack does love you, Janet. Maybe Leopold is right, maybe it wasn't what you saw."
"I just don't understand. I could give him that, but he wouldn't have it, and now I find him with a prostitute in Soho. It doesn't make any sense."
"Nothing makes sense around here anymore." Kate sighed. "I think before you make any conclusions about what you saw, you need to talk to Jack."
"I want to believe there are good men, Kate. Really I do, and I believed Jack was one of them."
"He is. You shouldn't doubt what you know in your heart to be true."
"I shouldn't have said those things to Leopold."
"It doesn't matter."
"He's not like the rest, is he?"
"No, he's not, and that is one reason I love him. And Jack isn't like the rest either."
"You don't have to sit with me, Kate. You should be downstairs with the others."
"Actually it's a nice break, the Count's son has the worst sense of pitch I have ever heard. His piano playing I guess is okay, but I am so tired of sitting."
"Get Leopold to take you out for a walk."
"I don't think he is up to it. He had a fainting spell earlier, he really should be in bed, but I think he felt obligated to be a part of the family."
"You seem a bit worried."
"I really don't see the wedding happening this weekend. He is better, but I don't think he's up to the excitement. If he would just stay in bed and rest, then maybe but he gets himself all worked up about everything. It doesn't seem like a good time for a wedding."
"But the wedding is just what he needs. It will take his mind off everything."
"Do you really believe that? This is Leopold, we are talking about. I don't think his mind ever shuts down."
Kate and Leopold managed some time alone, after all the guests had left. Leopold insisted on going out to the yard to check on the horses, and Kate joined him. When they got to the Yard, Leopold turned towards her, and put his free arm around her drawing her close to him, "I have been ignoring you."
"Don't you even worry about me. All I want is for you to get well." She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled. Kissing him gently. He returned this kiss, with much more passion,
"I am getting better."
"I can see that." She smiled, as he leaned towards her again and kissed her. He had forgotten about his bad shoulder for a second and as he pressed up against her, he jolted his arm, and he cringed. Stepping back and gently rubbing his shoulder over the splint.
"Leopold, you have to be careful."
"I got lost in the moment, I am afraid. One minute I feel like my old self and then… the pain is unbearable or I feel lightheaded. It's very frustrating."
"I was thinking maybe we should postpone the wedding."
He was surprised, "No, that isn't a viable option. Unless you are having second thoughts."
"What do you think? I want to marry you, just as much today as I did the night of the ball when you announced I was to be your bride, but I think it will be too much for you. You still have dizzy spells and the pain in your shoulder is still evident and probably will be for another few weeks. It would make sense for you to recover totally from the injury before we take those steps down the aisle."
"You are concerned, our wedding night will be uneventful under the circumstances."
"Well, I have to admit that is part of it. We want it to be perfect, right?"
Leopold smiled and nodded.
"Then we should wait. I know your aunt will have a fit but I think she will understand. It wouldn't have to be long, maybe a few weeks, just until your fully recovered from the ordeal you have been through. What's another few weeks, when it took you over 100 years to find me."
"I know that is true, but I feel I am letting you down. If I wouldn't have been such a fool riding into the woods that afternoon, then everything would be different. Jack had apprehensions about it and I should have took more heed in his concerns."
"You are okay, that is all that matters to me." She snuggled up against him. When he was alone with Kate, everything else seemed so insignificant. He hated the thought they would have to put the wedding on hold, when he so desperately wanted to be with Kate every minute. His thoughts were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. They both turned and Jack was standing there.
"I just needed to get something. In my saddlebag."
Kate was ready to scold him, "You have some explaining to do."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I am afraid you are in the dog house."
"The dog house? I have no idea what you are on about, Kate. What the hell is a doghouse? Do you actually have such a thing in America for dogs?"
Leopold put his hand to his mouth, trying not to laugh.
"Janet saw you in Soho with a hooker. She followed you."
"Damn it. I should've known. This is your fault, Leopold."
Kate turned to Leopold, "Really? Your fault? Are you sending Jack out to find you a little action for the evening?"
"Certainly not." Kate watched the eye contact between them.
"I am not stupid. Something is going on here, and you are going to tell me what it is."
"You'll know soon enough, I have no secrets, Kate. Jack is doing me a favor, he is going to Balinor tomorrow to fetch some information I require."
"What does that have to do with hookers in Soho?"
Leopold motioned with his hand for Jack to tell her, "I have to get a key made, and I figured I would find someone to do it quickly, for the right amount of money, in Soho. I was right. I am meeting him in a hour."
"Key? What key?"
"Millard's key to his study."
"You two are crazy, you'll never get the key."
"I already have."
Even Leopold seemed surprised. "Leopold, you did a wonderful job in getting him intoxicated. He was out like a light in minutes. Your aunt asked me for my assistance in getting him up to bed. All I had to do was lift the key from his pocket. Easy."
"Are you proud of yourself, Leopold? Turning Jack into a pickpocket."
"I am a bit concerned that you seemed to enjoy it, Jack."
"It was rather exciting at the time, but not now, now that I know Janet saw me, and believes I was cheating on her. That should sit well with her, after everything I have said to her. But I guess I will deal with that in the morning, I have a bloke to meet and I have to get the key back into your uncle's pocket before morning. This is it, Leopold. I am not doing you any more favors."
"I will pay you considerably."
"I am not doing this for the payment. I am doing it because we are friends and because I believe your uncle is hiding something…something that effects all of us, I knew the day he sent Janet away, something was amiss."
"And you never let on?" Leopold questioned.
"That doesn't matter now, it's time the truth came out, and I think there will be some kind of answer in the books."
Kate was quiet. She thought about Millard and Jocelyn at the ball, and the coincidence that Leopold's father once courted Jocelyn. She needed to tell Leopold what she had seen, but the thought of him having another setback concerned her, so she decided it could wait for a few days.
When Janet awoke, there was a small bouquet of flowers by her bed, in a vase and an elegantly handwritten note…simple and to the point…
Dearest Janet….You have my heart, and every other part of me. I was with no other last night. I realize all you have is my word. A word I believe is honorable, and hope you believe the same. I have a long journey ahead of me today, and you will be in my thoughts every step of the way. Upon my return around midnight this evening, I would look forward to a rendezvous in the yard with you…..all my love, Jack.
Janet quickly got out of bed and ran down the stairs in her nightdress and out the backdoor to the yard. Jack was just getting on Merlin, "Jack, don't leave."
He was so glad to see her, he immediately jumped off the horse and took her in his arms, "Kate told me you saw me in Soho. I have to explain."
"No, you don't. I trust you. The note was lovely by the way."
He kissed her, and held her tight, "Will you meet me here at midnight?"
"Of course I will. You need to go, please be careful."
"I will." He gave her another kiss and then got on the horse, "I love you."
"I love you too."
Leopold had another bad night. The dreams were not subsiding, and it concerned both Otis and Kate. They didn't wake him that morning and Kate decided on her own, that the wedding would have to be postponed. This wasn't going to be easy. And for Kate, it was extremely difficult. She felt she had waited so long, and due to that bastard Edgar, she was going to have to wait longer. She wanted nothing more than to be Leopold's wife and for them to get on with some kind of normal existence, whatever that was in 1876, even the thought of starting a family had crossed her mind over the last few days. Something she would never even contemplated a month ago. Every day that went by she wondered what new obstacle would be put in the way of her and Leopold ever being together. She felt she was being tested, but no matter what she was staying strong and true. She would marry Leopold, it was meant to happen. Why else would she have risked everything to be with him? She watched Leopold sleep that morning, before going down to breakfast, and these thoughts raced through her head.
Otis noticed her concern, "You look concerned, Miss Katherine."
"Oh, Otis, you don't even know. We have decided to postpone the wedding."
"I can't say that I am surprised, I doubt Leopold will be up to the festivities. You have made a wise decision."
"Have I? Everyday I wonder what is going to happen next, maybe Leopold won't even be around in a few weeks." She felt like crying, but remained strong. She gently kissed Leopold's forehead, and he stirred a bit and then she walked towards the door.
Otis opened the door for her, "You mustn't have those thoughts. Your love for him, keeps him going. Without you, he is nothing. I am certain of that. He has lived an empty life for so long, and now things have meaning to him. A few years ago, he would never have questioned the financial state of his family. He let his uncle deal with everything, wanted no part in it. Kept himself busy with his inventions. He now sees a future with you and he is taking an active part in making sure that there will be a future. We are all guilty of coddling him, he has a mind of his own and he needs to do what he thinks best now."
"And what if he gets shot again, or worse killed? I couldn't bear it, Otis."
"One day at a time, miss. And I have no doubt in my mind that you and Leopold will be husband and wife in no time at all."
"I hope you are right, Otis."
She entered the dining room, to find Millard, Margaret and Agnes all having breakfast. Agnes, who was very observant, saw distress in Kate's face, "My dear, is everything alright? Isn't Leopold joining you for breakfast?"
Kate shook her head, "No, he had another bad night. He's still sleeping."
"Oh, my word, this is not good. He really should see a doctor."
"No, the wound is healing nicely. No sign of infection whatsoever, he is still weak and I am sure last night didn't help matters. He has nightmares and is very restless. I think he has a lot on his mind."
Kate looked over at Millard deliberately and he managed to take his eyes away from his paper for a few seconds, but didn't like the way Kate was glaring at him and went right back to it, speaking behind the paper, "That boy needs rest and to be left alone."
Kate knew he was referring to her spending a lot of time with him, "You are right, Lord Mountbatten. In fact, I have decided that the wedding is off for the time being."
Millard put the paper down abruptly, and Margaret choked on her tea. Agnes was the only one not surprised.
Margaret was not happy, "My dear Katherine, he will be fine by Saturday, surely. Everyday he is stronger and regaining some of his color."
"This is supposed to be the happiest day in our lives. And he is still in so much pain, and tends to get tired so easily, and you saw him faint last night. He is in no state to walk down the aisle. I want it to be perfect."
"All the preparations, dear. Everything is in place for Saturday."
"There will be no wedding Saturday. There will be no wedding until I see that he really is on the mend. When he can sit through a whole meal, when he can get back on a horse, when he is able to have some movement in his arm without pain."
"Have you spoken to Leopold about this?"
"Yes, and both of us feel, it is the right decision. I am not overly pleased with it, far from it. I was looking forward to Saturday, but since the accident I haven't been able to think of anything but his health. He isn't up to it."
"You realize what this will look like." Margaret was upset, "It will look as though he has called it off and you will be disgraced, Katherine."
"I really don't care, what anyone thinks. Leopold and I know what the truth is. The wedding is not off, it is only postponed, and I suggest you make sure the papers get that right, Lady Mountbatten, before the gossip starts and you will be embarrassed by this situation, not me. Excuse me, I really don't feel like eating."
She walked out of the door and Agnes turned to Margaret, "I know how important this wedding is to you, Margaret, but just look at that girls face. It is much more important to her, and postponing it has not been an easy choice for her. Have a little sympathy." Then she turned to her nephew, "And you, Millard, I can see that smile. You are hoping that it never takes place. Which I can't even understand. That boy has been happier in the last month than I have seen him in years, he loves Kate and they will be married. I believe I will make sure the press gets the appropriate information, because your version will be twisted I am sure."
Then she walked out and Margaret and Millard just stared at each other.
