Frank breathes in the cool air deeply and puffs on his pipe, glad he had got away from the damn house for a little while at least. Although it is only morning, his lord and master had managed to consume enough of the wet stuff to keep even the whiskey-loving Earl in alcohol for a week. Not only did the valet have to put up with drunkenness and projectile vomiting but also an hysterical Lady Stuck-Up screaming the odds when even in Frank's twisted opinion she should have been comforting her friend in her hour of need rather than ranting at her husband, at a bedraggled Annie and more importantly him.
He has been cooped up in the damn house for far too long while the bad weather continued, but now a thaw has set in and he can for the first time in ages go for a walk on his own to mull over his latest scheming and try to work out a cunning plan to get that minx of a housekeeper on her own. The things Will Forest had told him about her had certainly piqued his interest; maybe if she was into that kind of kinky outdoor behaviour then she could be obliging to him too – goodness knows how many other servants she's been carnal with that he doesn't know about, why she may as well carry on and work her way through the entire male staff! But of course, Frank smirks to himself, she won't have much choice by the time he's finished with her, and even if she told her rather naïve fiancé why on earth should he believe her? Frank laughs and begins to stretch his legs with a quick jaunt in the direction of the orangery, his mind wandering as his thoughts begin to fill with less than proper images of Flora Ryan sprawled out before him on the hay and begging him for mercy. But just as he is passing the door, his sense of alertness slightly dulled by the fantasy raging in his head, a hand suddenly flies out and grabs him by the arm, pulling him firmly and swiftly inside the orangery, Frank just managing to avoid tripping and falling head-on into his assailant.
Frank clutching his chest and panting heavily in shock: What the hell are you doing, woman! You nearly gave me a ruddy heart attack there! You only had to bloody well ask you know!
Franny slamming the door and dragging him over behind a large spider plant: Shut up will you, someone will hear us!
Frank sniffing out a laugh and glancing over his shoulder: You're the one who's just got us into this situation, m'Lady, I was quite happy minding me own business! What are you doing in here on your own anyway, you're hardly one to be alone for long, unless….his expression softening as he raises an eyebrow questioningly did you follow me, you naughty thing?
Franny huffing, her plain features creasing in annoyance: Shut up and listen, Keneally – Montgomery is suspicious, that stupid strumpet of a sister of mine blurted out that I had been kept company by you while he was in London, God I should've slapped her into the middle of next week for that. Anyway we'll have to be more careful in future, until I can think of a way to get that damn Andrew Adams fired – d'you know she's still seeing him, even though her husband was on his death bed?
Frank closing the gap between himself and Franny and nuzzling her neck: Would you still see me if dear old Monty was on his death bed, eh? I bet you would, you KNOW you would, I know how you feel about me.
Franny pushing him off and staring at him disbelievingly: Oh you do, do you? How d'you know I don't have a string of men back home to keep me entertained during the long, lonely nights?
Frank eyeing her up and down as if she is a prize to be had: Well do you? Have all these gentlemen? Next you'll be telling me Monty's not the father of your children!
Franny sighing and rolling her eyes: Oh they are, believe me. I've had my fill – literally – of that boring old pathetic excuse for a husband, don't know why I bother. Why d'you think I have such a thirst for someone who can give me what I want, but with no strings attached? It wouldn't do to do falling in love, that would be most inconvenient, as long as I get my fun then I can stay happily married to lovely, sweet Monty for the rest of my life; well happily married to his wealth anyway, don't let anyone tell you money can't buy you happiness. Oh, and talking of brats, I'm late with my usual monthly annoyance, but don't worry. If needs be I'll get him into bed, I'm sure I can put up with it for the sake of my reputation.
Frank gaping, his eyes wide as he pushes her further behind the plant: What the hell d'you mean! Are you trying to say you may be….may be….
Franny tutting and folding her arms in impatience: Oh for goodness sake, Frank, don't look so shocked, it would hardly be that surprising now would it, I've already had three of them what's to stop me from having a fourth if it's God's will. It'll be fine it really will, as I say I'll do the necessary with old walrus-face and you won't have to give it a second thought. To him I'm just some baby breeding machine so he won't notice the difference.
Frank still gawping at the aristocrat in utter bewilderment: But I could be a father? The thought of that is enough to…to….
Franny snorting: Enough to make you run a mile by any chance? Oh it's not as if I'd expect you to do anything now is it, I don't need money from you, and it's not as if I have any feelings for you, so don't start thinking you have 'responsibilities' because you don't, your only responsibility to me while I'm in this Godforsaken hell-hole is to keep me satisfied and do my bidding. Got that?
Frank smirking and running his hands around her waist: My, my you're a tough nut to crack Lady Francesca, no wonder your husband is permanently terrified of you. Well your baby should be very proud, not to mention grateful, as it will have Keneally blood in its veins. Now, I think we have some business to get down to, unless this whole 'with child' thing means you can't any longer, which would of course be a great shame.
Franny sliding her arms around his neck and pulling him in: I may be pregnant Mr Keneally but that does not make me ill or make me incapable of some much-needed carnal relief.
In his eagerness to have her, Frank pushes Franny roughly up against the wall of the orangery as he glances from side to side to check that they are hidden from view, before hungrily kissing her while reaching down to gather up her many skirts. Franny responds by tugging furiously at his neck tie and ripping at his shirt, kissing him so passionately breathing is becoming a problem before they finally break apart for air
Franny pushing her head back and letting Frank nibble her neck: So do you still think of HER when you're with me?
Frank hiking up her leg around him and grinning saucily: Oh not all the time – well not now anyway. I was thinking of someone completely different when you accosted me, and I may very well continue to think of her now. I do apologise in advance if I call out her name.
Franny tapping him in a surprisingly playful fashion for her: And who is she? This mysterious woman? Not that I care all that much of course, you're free to fantasise about whoever you like, as long as you have my permission first.
Frank planting kisses along her collar bone: I can't tell you that! All you need to do is lean back against the wall and enjoy the ride, so to speak.
Franny snatching at Frank's wandering hand and pursing her lips: What I don't understand is why my wretched sister is back with that under-butler, when you said it was certain they had broken up for good, such was their row. You weren't lying to me were you Mr Keneally, so you could carry out your own deviousness?
Frank feigning and affronted glare: Are you suggesting I'm some sort of liar and a cheat out for what I can get?
Franny untucking his shirt and grazing her nails up his toned stomach: Indeed I am, but you know I wouldn't have you any other way, my dear Frank. But if I find out you've been lying to ME I will not be very happy, but then you wouldn't dare, would you? Hmm?
Frank squirms awkwardly, quickly deciding his best course of action is to turn on the Keneally charm to which she is so susceptible so he can get their fumble over with and back to the house before Lord Julian wakes up and demands a cold bath. He knows that she still doesn't know anything about his attack on Rebecca, or the outcome of it, but although he as made enough threats to Adams to keep his trap shut there is still that feeling of vulnerability – that at any heated moment either he or his fiery bit of posh will blurt out to Francesca just what her lover had tried to do. Well, if Franny dumped him he could easily find himself one of Will's latest conquests to have fun with, but somehow sex with an aristocrat in a luxurious bedroom had slightly more of an element of excitement and danger than a quick flour-covered grope in the stillroom. Anyway eventually Grace would be his once he had dealt with the rather idiotic and clown-like sweetheart of hers
Frank fumbling with the catches on her dress: Of course I wouldn't lie to you, what would be the point? You're far too shrewd for any man to pull the wool over your eyes, and besides, why would I want to threaten what I have with you?
Franny fluttering her eyelashes and putting on a girlish, innocent voice: Mr Keneally, would you be very jealous if Monty and I – you know. Would it upset you very, very much?
Frank running his hand up her leg: Well maybe a little, but I'm sure I could get over it if you consented to fun in the stables with me afterwards. I hear the hay can be most accommodating.
Frank winks naughtily at a giggling Lady Francesca, keeping suppressed the sudden rather disturbing and uncomfortable feeling bubbling up inside him at the thought of her and her husband in bed together. Shocked by this surge of emotion, the valet pushes it to the back of his mind – no surely he wouldn't be jealous, that would be ridiculous. Why should he be? He hasn't fallen in love with her, of course he hasn't – he has trouble most of the time trying to decide between Grace and Rebecca without Franny getting in the bloody way. No things have to remain simple with her, although the possibility of a baby is certainly a slight complication, but as to feelings and all that business, well, that's something he and Francesca certainly don't have for each other.
Flora Ryan finally made it back to her office, sinking gratefully into her fireside chair, it took all of her willpower to prevent her eye's from closing; the last thing she needed right now was an irate Mr Jarvis yelling at her for falling asleep on duty. Sighing to herself she reluctantly moved from the comfort of the fireside to her desk, pulling out her own book of household accounts and trying a few elementary calculations in an attempt to keep her mind from her troubles. It never rains but it pours, why couldn't Walter have just left the silly old bat to come off the ice on her own then none of this would have happened? They wouldn't have been so heavy on the ice, and neither Walter or Lady Mary would have fallen in, then Lord Hugo wouldn't have contracted pneumonia trying to save them nor would Walter have amnesia and on top of everything she wouldn't be facing the prospect of raising a child alone.
Resting her heavy head in her hands Flora gave into her turbulent emotions and let the tears that had been threatening all day fall silently down her flushed cheeks. It was just too much, people expected too much from her, she had to be strong for Rebecca, run the household and look after Walter, a task made significantly more difficult by the fact that the Butler jumped a foot every time she approached him. And if he didn't want her near him, appearing disgusted at any signal, any gesture that implied they were anything other than colleagues, then how could she expect him to marry her? But if they didn't marry, what was she going to do? What had initially started out as a whispered suspicion was everyday that passed turning more to certainty, now it had been almost two weeks and she was starting to feel different, only subtle changes but they were there none the less.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the startled housekeeper looked up, a touch of disappointment on her face when instead of the Butler she saw the chef standing there. On seeing her apparent distress Felix moved swiftly across the room, placing the tray of tea and cake on her desk before pulling the weeping woman into the safety of his embrace. "It's alright Flora, everything will be alright."
Pushing away slightly the housekeeper angrily swiped at her tears. "How the hell can it be alright Felix? You tell me! He doesn't remember anything and he's treating me like a leper, he won't let me anywhere near him, and every time I think he's opening up he suddenly closes down, and the way he keeps looking at me, like…like I'm some sort of poisonous viper, that's going to suddenly attack him. He's never been this cold and indifferent before, well perhaps for that little while before you all went off to Cumberland but at least then there was a reason, but now…."
"He's confused, it must be very difficult trying to fit in having lost three years, just give him time and he'll come round." Felix began but was cut off by an impatient Flora.
"How can I give him time, we're supposed to be getting married in four days!" She snapped.
"You'll just have to postpone the wedding." Felix replied soothingly.
"But the Reverend was quite insistent this was the only available date before you all go off to India, he's far too busy with all the Christmas festivities and then he's going to London to visit relatives over the New Year and then it'll be too late." She retorted.
"Well perhaps that'll be for the best, give him time away to put things in perspective perhaps even regain his memory, you never know what these foreign doctors will be able to do…."
"I can't wait that long! Six months Felix, it'll be too late…" Flora trailed off, seizing his apron and shaking him slightly before collapsing against his chest.
"Are you sure you're really…." Felix began, trying to keep the pleased expression from his face and failing badly.
"Almost, practically certain…" Flora began, smiling up at him through her tears. "I mean we had been trying, really trying, personally I think Walter loved having it as an excuse to deprive me of any sleep for the last few weeks, not to mention… Yes well no need to go into that." She trailed off blushing beet red at the memories of so many quick fumbles in many of the house's dark corners, so distracted by her current dilemma was she that she failed to notice the shadow of a figure passing by the glass outside her office.
Frowning Will paused, his hand raised preparing to knock on the door, but the sound of voices inside stopped him; he desperately needed to warn her about Frank but he needed to do so alone. Sighing to himself he began to move away but the sound of raised voices stopped him dead in his tracks, giving into his curiosity the footman glanced around the deserted corridor before placing his eye to the keyhole. It was Mrs Ryan and Chef and there were obviously discussing something serious, squinting Will could even make out Flora's red eyes she must have been crying over something or someone; the thought of anyone even Jarvis upsetting her still made him clench his fists in anger. Despite everything he had told George the other day, and no matter how many chamber maids he charmed the pants off in search of comfort, he still couldn't quell the feelings just being near her stirred up. Turning slightly so he could press his ear against the keyhole, Will strained his hearing to make out what it was they were discussing.
"Flora you have to tell him he has a right to know as the baby's father, I would have thought after last time that you had learnt your lesson!"
"I know, I know you're right Felix it just never seems like the right time. How on earth after everything that has happened can I approach him with this…..Do you think I can just walk up to him after all this and say you'll never guess what's happened I'm pregnant and you're the father!"
"No of course not, but you know from experience how complicating the situation can get, especially if he finds out from someone else!" Felix retorted not unkindly, patting Flora's hand as she sobbed against his shoulder, muttering something that Will could not make out.
What on earth was going on, surely if Flora was pregnant despite his amnesia Mr Jarvis would be tickled pink, they were already engaged and why would she be afraid of telling her fiancée about a baby? Unless of course it wasn't Jarvis they were discussing? At such a thought Will found his mouth turning dry, if it wasn't Jarvis they were talking about then it had to be him, slowly a smile crept across the footman's face; Flora pregnant with his child. However before he could process such an idea further the Chef spoke once more.
"Yes I know things are awkward between you at the moment, but that will pass when you start talking about this, and who knows he might decide to do the honourable thing, after all it is his baby as well and you'll need to sort out what you are going to do about it together! Who knows he may ask you to marry him because of the baby?"
"But that's not right Felix I've never wanted to marry just for decency's sake, I've always wanted to marry for love! What sort of atmosphere would that be for a child one parent resenting the other?"
That comment wiped the smile of Will's face, so that was the problem she wasn't upset about being pregnant but it was the prospect of being with him that was making her distressed. If that was the case why did she even consider telling him why not pass the child off as Jarvis's, pretend she was premature or something; but then the reason suddenly struck him what if the child looked like him and not her. Just look at his own family history, how alike he and his accursed father looked for example, there was unfortunately no denying he was his father's son no matter how hard he had tried and it was likely any son of his would also share such a tendency. It would be obvious to Jarvis who knew him so well who the real father was and there was no doubt how the Butler would react, Will had seen enough if that temper himself to understand why Flora would be so afraid of it.
However the footman's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of approaching feet and female giggles, and so reluctantly he dragged himself away from the keyhole, feelings of both joy and confusion bubbling inside him. He had to start planning, there was no way he was going to wait for her to approach him over this, he had to make the first move have it all figured out so she had no choice but consent to marrying him instead. Smiling to himself as he headed off to the relative sanctuary of the footman's room, he suddenly realised at least he no longer had to worry about Frank spilling the beans, in fact he might even be doing the footman a favour and pushing Flora Ryan more firmly into his arms.
Had Will been able to tarry longer then he might have discovered just how wrong he had been. The Chef reluctantly stood up and made his way to the door the demands of duty calling him to his kitchen but before he left he paused in the doorway adding. "You know deep down he loves you more than his life, one day he is certain to remember so it mightn't always be a loveless marriage, if you can be patient, one day you might have everything; a Walter who loves and cherishes you and a child of your own." And with that he turned leaving the housekeeper alone to her own turbulent thoughts.
After a valiant effort, Adams had managed to convince Jarvis to give him a couple of hours off – the butler had concluded that by the time he had argued the toss with him he could have been into Tappleton and back again, and anyway he had precious little time to sit around discussing such triviality with him. So to Adams' incredible surprise Jarvis agreed with a distracted nod and a dismissive wave of the hand as he poured over his own figures which he certainly didn't remember. It seemed very odd to him to read one's own handwriting without the faintest recollection of any of it, but he had to agree with himself that it all seemed in perfect order, and he mentally congratulated himself for keeping excellent records over the past few years. Of course, that reminded him, he needed to check that his other 'financial arrangement' was still in continuation, even though the Earl's monetary mishap may have had a slight effect on his takings.
All these thoughts were filtering through his rather exhausted brain when Mr Adams quite abruptly interrupted his thought pattern, going on about having the afternoon off. Barely glancing up at his rather worn-looking under butler, Jarvis muttered that two hours would have to suffice and he was very lucky to get even that so he had better be quick about it. Even as Adams tried to explain to him that it was a rather private matter, he curled his lip and said he could see the most fallen woman in town for all he cared as long as he was back at the strike of four.
During the bumpy carriage journey into town, dressed in his finest overcoat and top hat, Adams muses over recent events. It has seemed an age since he was last in Tappleton, and it feels rather liberating to him to escape even for such a short while, even though his reason for his trip still rather alludes him. Unless, of course, the worst has happened and he will have to sort out the other woman in his life, probably to the detriment of his own health. What is it with women and their problems? Why is it never simple? No wonder at his age he still found himself in service and not with a wife and a brood of children, maybe really it would all be too much in the end. But that was what the old Adams used to think, but not any more. He can't contain a smile at the thought of Rebecca and the life growing inside her, but those words which she said to Hugo had pierced Adams' heart. Maybe she had cared for Hugo more than he had thought, it wouldn't have been all that surprising even he could see how he may have appealed to women, but she had mentioned nothing of Africa to him, nor that Hugo was about to move there probably to involve himself in the diamond trade.
But would she have left him to rot at Taplows, taking their child and going abroad forever? Of course he would have had no power at all to stop her, but what about everything they had talked about together, the plans they were finally beginning to make so they could live in Scotland – suddenly it strikes him like a violent blow to the head. Rebecca had only started talking about Adams moving to Scotland AFTER Hugo's health was in such poor state it was obvious he wouldn't recover. With this worrying thought clouding his mood, Adams steps out of the carriage outside the Tappleton Arms Hotel and glances over the old Elizabethan exterior of the building before sighing deeply and stepping inside.
She is in room 18, towards the back of the hotel, and Adams finds himself getting completely lost amongst the intricate corridors which snakes around the building on about three floors. He had found his way around Taplows easier than this place, but eventually after banging his head on numerous low beams he discovers room 18, the door of which is a rough oak with '18' engraved on it in a rather fancy what must have been Elizabethan style.
Hesitating for a moment, Adams rubs his forehead trying to suppress a rather nasty headache which is threatening, the guilt at leaving Molly in Scotland with that nasty brute resurfacing and for the first time in a long while overtaking his constant thoughts of Rebecca. He taps lightly on the door, but it doesn't take long before he hears the light patter of feet followed by a rather slight but animated woman appearing in the doorway, her pale face instantly flushing in delight
Molly darting forward and flinging her arms around Adams: Oh I knew you would come, it's been so long dear Andrew! You haven't written for such a while, I wasn't sure if I should come here or not……oh smile will you? You never did smile enough!
Adams tutting and forcing a half-hearted grin: I would smile more Molly if I knew exactly why you were here, but I presume you haven't come all this way just to see me for a couple of hours.
Molly ushering him inside, her rather striking smile falling: A couple of hours? Is that all you've been given? Didn't you explain…..?
Adams tossing his top hat onto her bed and moving over to the window: No I didn't explain, it's none of Jarvis' business, and yes all I've got is a couple of hours, I've got responsibilities you know, I am under-butler!
Molly slouching onto her bed and snorting: Well fine then, leave me be if that's how you're going to be. I'm sure I'll sort out this mess somehow, although I may be out on the streets before long!
All of a sudden she breaks down in tears, sobbing loudly as her shoulders shake. Cursing his harshness, Adams slides onto the bed next to her and puts his arm around her, hugging her tightly and uttering soothing noises. He seemed to be doing an awful lot of this comforting lark lately and he isn't quite sure if it fits in with his hard-nosed Scot image, but faced with all these weeping women what is a gentleman to do?
Adams prepared with a fresh handkerchief for her: Has he hurt you again? What has he done to you this time?
Molly sniffing and wiping her eyes: He's kicked me out – he didn't thump me this time but instead after intoxicating himself he threw all my clothes into a puddle in the street, he didn't even put them all in a suitcase first! The neighbours saw everything, you know how they like to talk, all gathered there on their steps glaring at me disapprovingly as if they are all so virtuous! Didn't stop Mr Dewar next door getting a good eye-full of my drawers!
Adams his eyes widening in shock: Mr Dewar! The cobbler! Oh Molly I can't believe you would lower yourself to get involved with such a man, and he's so old……
Molly shaking her head furiously: No, no! I didn't mean that! I meant he got an eye-full of my drawers when they were lying on the step all covered in mud after that damned husband of mine shoved me out of the door, yelling in my face never to return and that he hoped I got the clap – oh Andrew he said such truly awful, horrid things to me, everyone heard him shouting at the top of his voice that I was barren and so I was completely useless to him anyway, what's the point in a wife if she can't give him a bairn or four, but if he found out that I was with child by another man he would hunt him down – and me – and kill us both!
Molly begins to sob even more loudly, her tears pouring onto Adams' neatly pressed suit and waistcoat as she clutches at them as Adams tries desperately to calm her just in case people heard and wondered what on earth was going on.
Adams pushing her off gently and patting her hand: Come on, you can tell me. What happened this time? Has Henry's paranoia returned again? He has a lot to answer for, the hitting is bad enough, but to accuse you of such a falsehood in front of the entire street and throw you out of your own home, when I know you've only ever been devoted to the brute! It sickens me, it really does. I will write a letter, telling him to take you back, it's not good enough, he's shirked his responsibility to you for too long!
Molly biting her lip and lowering her eyes guiltily: No, it's not paranoia, Andrew. It's….it's true. He found me in bed unclothed after my lover had fortunately left, I tried to think up an excuse, but he had come home early from his beat and there was enough evidence on the sheets, I couldn't deny it. At least he let me get dressed before throwing me out.
Adams pushes Molly away from him, his expression hardening, and looks away from her in complete despair at her confession. She tries to touch his arm but instead he gets to his feet and paces the room, hardly able to believe her
Adams his voice low and harsh: But after last time, I thought you had learned your lesson! He had already caught you once, what did you expect him to do! Eh! He may be a bully and a drunk but at least he has a bit of pride left in him and he's not a fool, even if you wish to make him out to be! Who was it this time? Or was it that butcher again, that serial adulterer what was his name, Alastair Mackay!
Molly blowing her nose loudly: No it wasn't him again, I haven't seen him since. But I can't tell you who it is, I just can't. But we're in love. He has been such a comfort to me, he has even tried to help me get away from Henry, but then he had to go away on business. We have vowed to be together however, and we will.
Adams sniffing out a derogatory laugh and shaking his head: You're in love, right. Well that makes everything just great then doesn't it? Obviously so great you're not with him right now but instead you've come to me for help.
Molly dabbing fresh tears away from her eyes: I have been staying with a friend these past few weeks, I tried writing to you but I couldn't put it all down, I just couldn't! I felt too much of a burden on her so I left to find you, you see it's not simple, I can't just go and live with him, he's important…..he's…….it's just not possible! He's been away from Glasgow since Henry put me on the streets, he doesn't know a thing, I couldn't write to him either, his wife is a complete witch and if she found correspondence between us he too would be ruined!
Adams throwing his arms in the air and sighing soundly: He's married! Jesus lassie, it just gets worse! You're not carrying this man's baby are you? Please tell me you're not!
Molly folding her arms bitterly: No I'm not, you don't have to worry! Yes I am barren, at least God has blessed me in that respect it seems and I can't disgrace myself even further. I thought you would try to understand Andrew, considering you're the one who left me remember! Ran off down here, abandoning me to Henry's will! Well obviously I was being very naïve thinking my big brother could help me! I would help you, as I'm sure you've got secrets of your own that could lead you into trouble.
Adams hadn't really thought about all the women he was 'abandoning' when he escaped from the debt collectors, if he had given it a moment's consideration he may have done things differently, disappeared less suddenly, although of course he hadn't even known a thing about Elizabeth. But yes Molly did have a fair point, he had abandoned his only sister as well as his new lover, and now he is certainly paying the price. She is also right about secrets of his own – if only she knew he had been seeing an aristocrat, it would make her infidelity pale into insignificance surely! Although he is more entitled to do such a thing, being a man. A man who indulges in women is of course rather a lady's man and a respected bounder, but a woman who indulges in men, well, least said about her the better.
Adams sliding into a fireside chair and looking fondly at Molly: I always hated the fact I couldn't do anything to help you, you and I both knew that if I did anything to stop the violence he would have had me locked away and for good, using his connections. He was a policeman for God's sake, what was I to do? I will tell you one day why I left, but not now. All I can do is apologise and try to help you, as you're my sister and I still love you. I can give you some money for a return journey and to help you with a little rent, but I can't give you much, I haven't had much of an opportunity to save recently – another long story.
Molly smiling tearfully and pouring water from a decanter: In a minute we can talk about me, but tell me about Taplows first, what is it like? What are the aristos like? Have you got guests at the moment?
Adams shifting in his chair, slightly uneasy and surprised at Molly's sudden line of questioning: Well, as I said in my letters to you it was a little difficult at first, some young up-starts thinking they can get one over on you, but it's alright once you put them in their place. As for the master, he's a buffoon but what do you expect, and Lady Caroline has recently married Lord Julian, one of Admiral Dalrimple-Sykes' sons.
Molly a little too quickly: Ah yes of course.
Adams staring at her quizzically: Oh, you knew about it?
Molly blinking furiously and smiling broadly as she sips her water: Yes of course, I er…..Lady Rebecca wrote to me telling me she was visiting Taplows and said she would probably see my brother if I wanted to give you anything. I couldn't think of anything so I thanked her anyway. Although I suppose she wouldn't have had much opportunity to tell you that though, so never mind.
In Adams' mind he is confused rather than suspicious, but obviously unable to say that Rebecca had had plenty of opportunity to tell him that when they were lying in her bed together, he simply nods in acceptance at her reason
Molly downing the rest of her water and avoiding any eye contact with Adams: So I bet some decided to stay on longer – after the wedding I mean. You've told me what a lovely estate Taplows is, so it would seem madness not to have a bit of a holiday there, wouldn't you agree?
Adams shrugging, irritated by this small talk as he glances at his pocket watch: Yes it's lovely I'm sure, and yes a few guests have remained there, much to Mr Jarvis' annoyance. Lord Farquarson and Lady Rebecca are still there – she married Lord Hugo yesterday on his deathbed, he died this morning from pneumonia after rescuing Mr Jarvis and the barking mad Lady Mary Bourne from the frozen pond, but now Jarvis has got amnesia and can't remember the last three and a half years so he's forgotten he was going to marry the housekeeper Mrs Ryan. So you can imagine it is all a bit hectic at the moment.
Molly gasping in amazement: Good God, and here was me thinking Taplows would be a lovely idyllic place like Highlands. Oh and yes I remember Lord Hugo, a most generous laird to his tenants I had heard, such a shame. He and Lady Rebecca made such a lovely couple. Is that all, dear brother – guests I mean?
Adams pulling out his wallet and flicking through the coins inside it: Well no, the horrific Lady Francesca Hamilton-Hussey is still there, with that foppish wet fish of a husband of hers. Why the hell do you want to know, anyway? Look I can give you this – I know it's not much but……
Molly throwing herself down at Adams' knees excitedly: Andrew, my dear, dear brother, you know how I left my last employment with excellent character and how it said I had the makings of a housekeeper one day, well – do you think – could you get me a job at Taplows? Please Andrew, you ARE under-butler as you say.
Adams shoving the coins into her palm and huffing: Certainly not! You can't just walk into a job there, you have to apply, and anyway the position of housekeeper is not a vacant one!
Molly her red eyes brimming with tears again and her Glaswegian brogue turning squeaky: Oh I don't care about housekeeper, I'll take anything – you know I won't get a job back in Glasgow, nobody will have me, but here nobody knows a thing and it would be the ideal solution!
Adams doesn't think it would be the ideal solution at all, but it is hardly something he can blurt out to Molly – sorry love but you can't come and work at Taplows because my love child is already a maid there and my pregnant toff sweetheart who's husband has just died is staying so I don't want to complicate my life even further.
Adams glancing at his watch again and sighing at the time: Look give me your character and I'll show it to Mrs Ryan, she may be able to find you a temporary position, but I'm not promising anything, and I can't tell her the truth about you or she won't let you within two miles of her stillroom. I've given you enough to stay here for another couple of days, but if I don't find anything for you – well we'll talk again the day after tomorrow. Now I must get back otherwise Jarvis will personally rip out my guts if I'm late!
Molly, shouting 'oh thank you, you are wonderful!' over and over, clings furiously to her brother in an overpowering hug. Adams kisses her on the cheek, telling her that he is still pleased to see her even under the circumstances, then picks up his top hat and bids his farewell. As Molly closes the door after him, she can't resist a joyous little smile. Soon it would all be wonderful, she would be with the man of her dreams, she felt it. The most gentle, caring man in the world.
Outside the door, Adams curses himself for giving in and not being firmer with her. She may be a irresponsible, adulterous woman, but she is still his sister and he has a duty to protect her if he can. He had failed her once before, so doing it to her again may drive her to do something silly, and then he could never forgive himself. Well, he'd better get back to Taplows and the other heartbroken woman in his life. If she were going to go up to Scotland with Hugo's body then he would have to speak to her, to get to the truth. He could feel all the tension in his body just bursting to get out – maybe there would be a first footman hanging about when he gets back whom he could take it all out on?
Finally his accounts finished and the preliminary decisions for Lord Hugo's final journey made, Jarvis settled down for his long awaited afternoon tea. Pulling out his paper he settled contentedly in front of the fire, glancing every few minutes at his watch, when after ten minutes his tea and cake still failed to materialise he huffed slightly in annoyance crisply folding his paper and storming off in search of his afternoon refreshment. Striding down the hallway he spotted the housekeeper heading back to her office looking somewhat striking in her crisp black silk mourning dress.
"Mrs Ryan might I have a word?" Jarvis bellowed down the corridor, causing the housekeeper to whirl around, the look of concern on her face clashing somewhat with her obvious delight at seeing him.
"Of course Mr Jarvis." She replied softly, a nervous smile tugging at her lips as she watched him follow her into her office.
"Are we suffering from a general tealeaf shortage or perhaps all the tea sets have also suffered from our rampaging peacock…" Jarvis began but the bemused housekeeper cut him off.
"I beg your pardon."
"My tea is late…" Jarvis began pulling out his pocket watch and holding it up to her fireside carriage clock. "According to my watch by fifteen minutes….Although your clock shows only ten…" He trailed off as he precisely popped the cover open intent on correcting his watch but suddenly he stopped as if winded; raising his other hand to the open casement the Butler stared dumbly at his watch. Glancing up from it he raised his eyes, his gaze locking with that of an obviously concerned Flora, his mouth still hanging open as if any moment he would finish his sentence.
"Your afternoon tea?" Flora prompted.
"Yes…" Jarvis replied, all trace of his anger gone as he continued to glance from his watch to the housekeeper and back again.
"When the Earl hit difficulties we cancelled afternoon tea, it was a luxury we couldn't afford however I don't see why it can't know be reinstated, if you would like I can have some sent to your office."
"Yes…Thank you." Jarvis added, a distracted half-hearted smile flittering over his face as he turned to leave but before he could retreat to the relative sanctuary of his office to mull over this new discovery the housekeeper called out to him. "Mr Jarvis."
"Yes Mrs Ryan." Jarvis asked, his Butler's mask barely staying in place.
"This morning some of your post was left in my office by mistake, it was a parcel and it got mixed up with this morning's deliveries." Flora replied, handing over the well wrapt brown box, which the Butler quickly tucked under his arm before practically dashing back to his office.
Leaning back against the closed door, Jarvis once more pulled his watch out of his waistcoat pocket; taking a deep breath he flicked the casement open. For a moment he stared in disbelief at its contents, as if in the brief walk from the housekeeper's office to his own he had expected it to mysteriously vanish. Hesitantly he reached out his free hand and lifted the delicate coil of black hair from where it was nestled safely in the watch casement. Stroking it gently between his fingers he marvelled at its softness, bringing the lock up to his face he sniffed it delicately, inhaling the unique scent that still clung to it, an evocative combination of camomile, roses and something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on but still thrilled the senses.
But whose was it? There was of course the obvious candidate considering the colour, but how could he be sure? A lock of hair was such a private romantic gesture, hardly something that sat with Frank's narration of their turbulent relationship. Perhaps the Valet had been wrong after all and perhaps there was something more to his on off relationship with the housekeeper than just primitive attraction? Sighing to himself, Jarvis resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall in frustration, after all he couldn't afford to loose anymore years than he already had, now could he? Determined to put this matter aside until he had the chance to examine the housekeeper's hair at first hand the Butler turned his attention to his unopened parcel.
Intrigued as to who would be sending him gifts, especially as his mother was now resident at Taplows, a situation he still didn't fully understand. Impatient and hoping that the gift might manage to jar some buried memories, Jarvis seized his letter opener and quickly sliced through the paper and string. The first thing that he noticed was the letter sitting delicately on top, seizing this he sliced it open pulling out the few sleeves of paper and glancing at the last one for the signature…Savage…Now what on earth was he sending him parcels for?
Opening the letter Jarvis began to read his eyes widening in shock as he made out the first few lines….
Dear Walter,
I must admit your letter and request did not come as a surprise, news of your household situation had even managed to filter as far down as the moors. However I must regretfully decline the position, as you are no doubt aware the Family are once more putting on their annual Christmas Eve ball and as a result I cannot be spared from my duties not even to perform the sacred duties of Best Man.
However I do believe as your oldest friend it is still my duty to provide your stand in with some vital information regarding your past which will I'm sure make the toasts at the reception an enlightening experience for your beautiful bride. See the attached list. Just make sure she does not get wind of some of the things you got up to in your youth before you get that ring on her finger or she may change her mind and leave you stranded at the alter.
I just wish to end by wishing you and Flora the best of happiness for your future life, I know I have only met the lady in question that once at Lady Caroline's coming out party but she impressed me then with her beauty and wit and I am sure she will make you very happy indeed. As is the custom I have enclosed a small gift to mark the occasion, I hope you both will have many years amusement out of it.
Yours Faithfully,
Arthur Savage.
Slowly the Butler sank into his chair, the letter falling from his grasp as its owners' thoughts fled in a thousand different directions, it and the gift lying forgotten on the table.
Finally for the staff it is dinner time, and in the senior staff dining room everyone was assembled, everyone that is except the Butler. Sitting down at her end of the table the housekeeper glanced up sadly at Walter's empty seat far away at the other end of the table, when suddenly the door opened and in strode the Butler. Pausing for a moment on the threshold his eyes automatically sought out the housekeeper, before narrowing slightly in disappointment at her choice of seat the distance would make any close scrutiny of her more difficult. However it suddenly occurred to him that was not an irrevocable situation, smiling at his own ingenuity Jarvis caught the housekeeper's gaze and held it. "Mr Simpkins I do wonder if you would be so kind as to exchange seats with Mrs Ryan? We have a number of matters to discuss and my throat is feeling somewhat sore, I doubt it would be up to the task of bellowing down the length of the table at her."
Slightly bemused by such a request the cook rose from his seat, delighted to exchange his seat for one by the fire and more importantly next to that fascinating lady's maid, however when he reached Mrs Ryan she still had not risen from her seat, a look of bewilderment on her face.
"Mrs Ryan." Jarvis prompted softly from across the room, an amused smile at her confusion flittering over his handsome face, and causing the housekeeper to flush slightly in embarrassment before quickly rising from her seat.
Walking over to the Butler she chose to ignore the knowing smiles on everyone's faces and in particular the muttered comment from a certain valet as she passed by him. However on reaching her seat her sense of awkwardness was only increased as the Butler stood up from his chair pulling her's out from the table for her and waiting for her to sit down on it before leaning down manoeuvring it closer to the table, his hot breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck causing her to shiver. Smiling to himself the Butler straightened up allowing his fingertips to deliberately skim lightly across her shoulders as he moved to resume his seat, her skin prickling delightfully at his touch.
Resuming his seat for a moment Jarvis paused to assess her reaction before pouring them both some wine and unfolding his napkin, an unbidden feeling of excitement bubbling up as he watched the housekeeper's internal struggle play out on her face. Her reaction to his touch had been automatic and pleasing, and therefore confirmed on her part the very real physical connection between them; after all he had always been aware of his own attraction towards her and it was gratifying to see it reciprocated.
Coughing slightly to clear her throat Flora tried to suppress her initial reaction to his touch, taking a deep breath she consciously attempted to slow her racing pulse and therefore clear the blush that must have appeared on her cheeks before speaking. "So Mr Jarvis as you said we have much to discuss…" She managed to gasp out, dismayed at the somewhat husky tone to her voice and certain that the Butler must have noticed it as well.
Indeed Jarvis had noticed it and it took all of his willpower not to smile in smug satisfaction, he really had gotten to her and the feeling of power that knowledge gave him practically made him squirm with delight. For a moment he simply stared at her, his mask of authority firmly in place enjoying her obvious embarrassment and discomfort as he scrutinised her at length, his eyes trailing from the delicate curled wisps of black hair that framed her face, to her flawless skin, to her slightly parted lips and the down her slender neck to rest on the plunge of her neckline and the delicate curves her stylish mourning dress regretfully covered. It didn't take long for the housekeeper to realise where his gaze now pointedly rested and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her movements snapping the Butler out of his trance, his eyes instantly shifting to lock with hers and now it was his turn to look uncomfortable.
"Yes well…"Jarvis flustered for a moment, mortified to feel his own cheeks flame in his embarrassment at being caught openly ogling her. "There are the arrangements for Lord Hugo's funeral, as I'm sure you are aware tomorrow he begins his long final journey up to Scotland, as he is to be buried on his family estate early next week. His widow and her family will of course be accompanying him and so they will need provisions to last them all the way to Bristol, I'm sure you can attend to that."
"I have already made a start and given the girls new instructions for tomorrow morning, Grace has already made a start on compiling the hampers for them. Will his lordship be attending the funeral?" Flora asked innocently, knowing full well the somewhat tense situation between the Earl and Rebecca.
Frowning slightly to himself Jarvis replied. "Apparently his Lordship does not feel well enough to travel, and so will not be attending the funeral, something about feeling the highland air would be the last nail in his coffin if he did…In addition Lady Rebecca has asked me to release Miss McDuff from her Taplows contract, apparently she wishes the girl to continue to act as her maid up in the highlands, and considering her recent tragedy I didn't think it appropriate to refuse."
"I see…" Flora trailed off, her sorrow at loosing her friend so soon showing clearly on her face, and for a moment Jarvis felt a twinge of pity even though he didn't understand why the departure of their guests or a housemaid should cause her such sadness.
"Well at least things can get beck to some semblance of normality after they've gone; it always puts such pressure on the staff, on all of us….. And we have enough to deal with what with Christmas and the New Year trip to India we'll all be so busy that I doubt you'll even notice they're gone." Jarvis added kindly, trying to think of something to cheer her up.
"I had hoped they might stay a little longer, Lady Rebecca and I have become such good friends." Flora replied softly. "And the little ones are such dears you can't help getting attached; the house will just seem so empty without them…" She trailed off, staring down at her napkin in an effort to blink away the tears that had sprung unbidden to her eyes.
Immediately concerned Jarvis couldn't help reaching out and covering her hand with his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze before drawing back suddenly, slightly amazed and embarrassed at his own forwardness especially in front of the rest of the senior staff. "Yes well…" He flustered in an effort to cover the awkward silence that had descended. "I'm sure Taplows will hear the patter of little feet before long…" He stopped suddenly as Flora's head shot up her eyes wide with panic and searching his for some sort of understanding, but instead the Butler simply frowned in confusion. "I meant now Lady Caroline is married…."
"Oh…I see." Flora muttered, her eyes travelling down the table to rest on the chef who on glancing up gave the housekeeper a sympathetic smile.
"But we have enough time for all that…We really aught to go over the household arrangements for the upcoming festivities. The Earl has informed me that he intends to spend a nice quiet family Christmas at home, the only guests at present are his cousin Lord Shaftsbury and his wife Lady Mildred, in addition the Reverand Postlebury and his new bride will also be attending the Christmas day luncheon…"
"New bride?" Felix cut in, his surprise clear in his voice.
"Yes a Catherine… Errrr something or other, apparently they are returning from London for this Sunday's service." Jarvis replied distracted. "For the New Year the current plan is to travel down the day before New Years Eve and spend the holiday in question at the London House before embarking for France on the 3rd, leaving Taplows and all it's inhabitants in your capable hands for a period of six months Mrs Ryan…"
"Not in my hands Mr Jarvis." Flora cut in softly causing the Butler to look up startled, an expression of fear and panic flickering across his face.
"What?" Jarvis demanded, surprised to hear his own voice falter as the tightness around his heart made him feel short of breath, she couldn't leave, not now after everything.
"It is no surprise his lordship didn't mention it, after all he wouldn't think to but I will be travelling down to London with the household…."
"For what purpose?" Jarvis snapped, covering those unaccustomed feelings of anguish with a display of anger.
"His Lordship has given me permission for a little travelling of my own…" Flora began but an impatient Jarvis cut her off.
"And how long will this little jaunt of yours last?" He asked sarcastically. "I wouldn't want the household to completely disintegrate in my absence."
"A few months, I would be back long before his Lordship." Flora replied curtly her own temper starting to rise.
"Well I should hope so, and whom may I ask have you found to cover for you in your absence?" Jarvis asked pointedly.
"Actually Walter, I volunteered to help out, after all I have been here for some time now and I know all the staff and the suppliers and Flora has kindly allowed me to shadow her at times so I can get a feel for the breadth of her duties." Emily cut in, ignoring the dark glances that her son sent in her direction, she knew his game, he had hope that Flora had not gotten round to finding a replacement considering all the recent hullabaloo and so he could turn round and refuse to let her have the time off.
"I see." Jarvis crisply retorted. "Well as that seems to be settled."
"It'll only be for a little while, Mrs Harrison did so want me to accompany her, you won't even know I'm gone and I'll have everything ship shape by the time the Earl returns."
However at this the Butler did not even grace her with a proper reply, instead huffing his disbelief as he turned his attention from the antagonising puzzle that was Flora Ryan to the much simpler task of demolishing the plate of steak and kidney pudding that had been placed in front of him, every so often glancing at the silent housekeeper from under his knitted brows determined to maintain his irritated expression even in the face of her obvious withdrawal.
The rest of the meal passed in relative silence which was most unusual for the senior staff, it was almost as if the others had sensed the unspoken deeper meaning of the argument between the Butler and the Housekeeper and felt as uncomfortable and awkward as if the pair had engaged in a very public slanging match airing all their dirty laundry; all except Frank Keneally that was. Unlike his colleagues Frank found it difficult to contain his secret delight at the pair's little tiff, this was even better than he had hoped for; Rebecca's leaving meant that one of the few pillars of support open to the housekeeper would disappear not to mention the only real threat to his position. He could easily deal with Andrew Adams, threatening to expose his beloved Rebecca's dirty torrid secrets would be more than enough to keep the Scotsman off his back and now it appeared the housekeeper had managed to drive another wedge between herself and the Butler all on her own. Resisting the urge to chuckle and rub his hands together in a gleefully evil manner, Frank leant back in his chair so his could get a clear view of the housekeeper. Perfect she looked down, withdrawn, alone and in a word vulnerable, tonight would be ideally suited for the start of his campaign, tonight he could put into action his ultimate plan for revenge.
Meanwhile, in the footman's room, a young Frederick Matkin is feeling mightily pleased with himself. Whistling happily, he skilfully ties his necktie as George saunters in, cursing about the strange mood of the butler ever since he had recovered – one minute giving him orders then the next changing his mind, one minute in foul mood and the next just staring at him strangely
George throwing himself into a chair and tugging up his stocking: D'you know, mate, it's almost as if he doesn't recognise me half the time, he's gone a bit barmy I reckon, Lizzie reckons he's had another bust-up with Mrs Ryan, and now I'm running late for dinner duty because he got me winding up all the bloody clocks even though I told him I had only just done it, it's like he's even more obsessed with the smallest detail than normal……..'ere what you looking so smug about?
Fred brushing down the arms of his jacket: This, George, is the face of a man who is about to have the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders, it's not easy being in such demand you know, but now – well, it's been great fun but phew am I relieved!
George raising his eyebrows and sniggering: Awww mate that's not fair, you've been let off mutt duty haven't you? How'd you get out of that one? Or is it Jarvis in one of his new and improved funny moods again?
Fred picking up two other brushes and beginning to juggle them: No, mate, it's not quite that good I'm afraid – I'm mean – you know he catches the brushes then leans over George, mouthing you know, Annie and Isobel! Isobel's going back up with Her Randyship isn't she, leaving me in the clear and Annie none the wiser!
George smirking, standing up and pushing past Fred to get to the mirror: Well you've certainly pulled a fast one there, mate, and I'm very surprised one or the other of the two women in your life haven't clocked you've been seeing the other. That, Frederick, is something I'd never do. Straight as a die me, honesty is the best policy and all that. You should be careful before you get caught with your trousers around your ankles!
Fred snorting while polishing his shoes: Come on George, don't ruin it! I've had a ball with them two, right goers both of them. Ahhh I will miss Isobel, she's quite something – I'm sure I can get dear old Rosie to fill in the hole she leaves, if you get my meaning!
George powdering his wig then fixing it on his head: There will come a day when your sins will find you out, y'know, although I do have to admire your stamina – talking of which, I've heard that Lord Shaftsbury will be coming to stay over Christmas and you know what they say about him!
Fred frowning curiously: And what do they say about him?
George opening the door and turning back to grin at Fred: Well, he likes his maids does Lord Shafts-A-Lot, got a bit of a penchant for scrubbers and I don't necessarily mean the Rosie kind, so you'd better watch your Annie, she's hardly the most virtuous of our dear colleagues is she?
Fred laughing dismissively and shaking his head: You're having a laugh, aren't you! And how would you have heard that about him when I haven't? Eh?
George shrugging in matter-of-fact manner: Heard Jarvis telling Andrew didn't I, thought I should warn you as a friend. Apparently he's often the talk of London, scandal and all that, the Earl must be desperate for company! Although, I've also heard that if the Earl snuffs it first, Shaftsbury would be first in line to inherit the Taplows estate, even though he already owns half of bloody England. No wonder his Lordship's desperate to get wed. Anyway, must dash before Andrew takes out his bad mood on me rather than Will!
Fred tuts and throws down his polish as George exits, damn that's all he would need, some toff chasing round his bit of skirt. Well, he'd better not try anything, for all his bad treatment of Annie his feelings for her are growing, and with Isobel out of the picture then maybe his courting of her could escalate further, although concerns about the obvious racial divide between them and social acceptability niggles at the back of his mind. Well, that is really his long-term concern, his short-term worry is to give Isobel a good send-off without Annie getting wind of it
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After an extremely subdued dinner the ladies, dressed in their mourning finery, leave the gentlemen to their brandy and cigars and their usual deliberations and retire to the drawing room. Francesca and Caroline are chattering quietly about the latest scandal as they pass down the hallway, hardly giving much of a thought to Rebecca's obviously distant state of mind, so she hangs back a little allowing them to progress to the drawing room in the hopes that Adams would follow after pouring the gentlemen's brandy.
Rebecca calling out to Franny and Caroline: If you don't mind, I will retire to my room, there is much to do before I leave and I'm feeling a little under the weather.
Franny muttering under her breath with a bitter smile and eyeing Rebecca's stomach: Well that's hardly surprising now is it……….
Lady Caroline pauses in the doorway, cocking her head to one side and staring at Rebecca pitifully in an unusual display of sympathy, which can only make Rebecca wonder if she means it or she is merely feigning her sincerity
Caroline clasping her hands together: Only if you are sure, Rebecca darling. You poor thing, you go and lie down for a while, it has been the most horrific day.
Rebecca smiles sadly and nods, almost believing her compassion, but as the two women shut the door of the drawing room behind them, followed by a series of suppressed giggles, she feels the fresh bought of tears beginning to form and pool in her eyes. Hurriedly, she picks up her skirts and dashes along the corridor and up the main staircase to her room, unaware that Adams had indeed emerged from the dining room and is quietly following her. He calls after her in a hushed voice when she is halfway up the stairs, and she turns happily to see him as a pang of sorrow grips at her heart at the thought of leaving him
Adams glancing from side-to-side then whispering: Can I see you?
Rebecca quickly beckons to him to follow, and he bounds up the stairs, still keeping a well-observed distance, allowing a couple of minutes before quietly letting himself into her room and instantly shutting the door behind him. But on turning to face Rebecca he is instantly shocked by the absolute state of the room. It looks as if her clothes have been forcibly wrenched out of their cupboards then dumped unceremoniously on the finely carpeted floor and her four poster bed, her favourite beautiful satin red dress tossed carefree into a crumpled heap as if it were worthless and not one of Paris' finest. Practically all her petticoats are scrunched up together and thrown into a case, with her jewellery dumped on top, and Adams is astonished to see all of Rebecca's well-loved shoes in a mixed up pile in the very centre of the floor. Amidst all of this, she is pacing up and down, muttering about 'needing to pack' and 'Hugo's mother will be devastated, the poor dear'. With a heavy sigh, Adams steps over a corset or two and takes her by the arms, pulling her into an all-consuming embrace
Adams kissing the nape of her neck: Hush now, this can all be done by Lizzie and Isobel, you don't have to worry about a thing.
Rebecca after a pause, her voice muffled by his shoulder: Andrew, the doctor thinks it's twins.
Although Adams' knees weaken substantially by this unexpected news, he merely gasps and smiles, pushing Rebecca away slightly so he can kiss her lovingly on the lips to reassure her he was delighted
Rebecca smudging away a tear of mixed joy and sadness: Dr Evans saw me this afternoon, he said that I was slightly more swollen than I should be considering how far along I am, so I either got the date completely wrong, or it's twins. Now of course I know for a fact I'm not wrong, there is nobody at Highlands and it's not as if it would be Hugo's.
Adams desperately trying to hide any shred of doubt: Oh Rebecca, it's wonderful news, but it means you have to look after yourself much better than you have been doing. Look, you're exhausted, come and sit down.
Adams clears a space on the bed and carefully lowers her next to him, silently hugging her again for a moment until he turns further towards her and kisses her passionately, his hand gently cupping her face while the other slowly makes its way down her neck and brushes over the lace of her collar. For a moment she responds positively, sliding her hands under his waistcoat and letting him enjoy the sensation of having her close to him, but then it is as if something triggers in her mind and she pushes him off firmly, panting with a look of complete disgust on her face, whether with herself or with him Adams isn't quite sure
Rebecca mentally cursing herself for not keeping her lust under control: What are you doing! How can you even think of that sort of thing at a time like this, when Hugo is lying in his room, he's not even cold yet!
Adams completely aghast: But Rebecca my darling, he would understand! I'm sorry, I was completely wrong, it's just…..well……we haven't….for so long! I mean we nearly did a couple of days ago, but we haven't actually – not since I was unwell!
Rebecca snorting, her brow furrowing in displeasure: Oh I AM sorry, I have been a little preoccupied if you hadn't noticed with a certain little problem YOU bestowed on me recently, and what with my husband falling fatally ill I just haven't much felt like sins of the flesh, how selfish of me!
Adams watching helplessly as Rebecca begins to scoop up her shoes: Oh come on, there's no need for such harshness Becca, I thought it might be comforting for you.
Rebecca violently throwing her shoes into a case with a loud thud: Oh so good of you to think of me then, it wasn't for your own pleasure I'm sure of it! How could you be so selfish, Andrew!
Adams jumping up, a wave of anger so strong it surprises even himself: Me selfish! That's a bit bloody rich, don't you think! How d'you think I feel, first you agree to marry Hugo and now you're disappearing back up to Scotland for goodness knows how long, maybe forever, taking our babies and leaving me here! I'll have to wait a whole year before we can be together, and by then you may want nothing to do with me – you may have met someone else, someone handsome and rich who can give you the society life you're used to, why would you want me!
Rebecca furiously beginning to brush her hair: Oh you're being ridiculous, I have to go back with Hugo!
Adams walking round and snatching the brush out of her hand: Did the doctor say you could go? Hmm? A woman in your increasingly obvious condition on a long, cold journey up to the highlands? Look at me when I'm talking to you!
Rebecca shooting him such a viscous glare Adams' breath catches in his throat: As a matter of fact he said I could go if I was feeling up to it, and I am, so you can stop worrying!
Adams tossing the brush onto the dressing table and sniffing: Oh well yes of course you must be up to it, if you were considering going all the way to foreign parts while you are with child – with children!
Rebecca gasping, her large brown eyes widening in shock: What do you mean, foreign parts? I don't understand at all, you're talking in riddles and upsetting me!
Adams huffing dismissively and walking away, trying to calm his rage: I feel like a complete fool! I heard you, your last words to Hugo – about going away to Africa with him if he had lived, I can't think you would lie like that to a man on his deathbed so why didn't you just tell me, instead of pretending we would be together, when all the while you were planning to marry him anyway and leave the country!
Rebecca clenching her teeth defensively and glaring at him through the mirror's reflection: You had no business…..!
Adams turning on his heels and marching back up to her: I think, Rebecca, under the circumstances I had every right considering, if it's the only way I'm going to find out what the woman I love and mother of my children had planned for the rest of their lives!
As the words spill out of his mouth, Adams thinks this isn't how it is meant to be, they were meant to discuss it rationally not row like this it isn't healthy for Rebecca to be getting so upset. But still the words come tumbling down in an unstoppable rage, Rebecca' tears and panicky words of protest failing to reduce his vehemence. For once he his going to make her understand that he too has feelings and that it's not always about her and what she wants. For all his initial concerns for Rebecca, however, he still fails to notice that she is shifting around rather uncomfortably on her toilet stool, flinching slightly in pain
Rebecca burying her face in her hands: It's not true! Andrew please listen to me! Before I came down here, before I saw you again, yes I was going to go with Hugo to Africa, I didn't tell you because – we were having such fun, there seemed little point. Then when he and I ended the engagement there was even less point in me telling you! I never intended to marry him after that, or go with him to Africa, I was merely reminding him of how it could have been……….
Adams barely able to hold back his own tears: But you said you would take the baby with you, what are you saying here, that it IS Hugo's baby! That you knew you were pregnant before you came to stay at Taplows and it isn't twins? Or are they mine but you would rather have thought of them as his, makes it nice and convenient for you and gives them a better breeding!
Rebecca sobbing, her arm wrapped around her stomach: No! They are yours, how can they be Hugo's, you're being so unfair! I don't know what I was thinking, he was dying, my mind was all confused and I was just saying it to ease his pain, some pleasant thoughts in his final moments! You're reading too much into it and...and...
Suddenly Rebecca stops and gapes, the words disappearing from her mind completely as her vision becomes blurred and blackens. She tries to stand up but stumbles, her legs too weak to hold her and far too light-headed to balance herself properly. Adams mutters 'oh God' and dashes forward to catch her, stopping her fall and scooping her into his arms as she passes out, her head lolling back into his shoulder and her arms falling limp. Desperately trying to keep calm, the under-butler gently lowers her onto the bed, supporting her head while calling out her name softly but urgently in an attempt to rouse her. Quickly he checks for her pulse – it feels strong so quite obviously she had just passed out in exhaustion and distress, but he considers that the babies may have suffered in some way so he would have to fetch for the doctor. Surely now she would realise she needs rest, she can't go off gallivanting around the country
Adams gently kissing her knuckles: Rebecca? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have said those things. Please wake up.
Rebecca begins to stir, whimpering slightly and shifting on the bed as he eyes flicker open and her peaceful expression turns to one of utter confusion. Hurriedly she sits up, her eyes wide in panic and her hand instinctively covering her stomach in concern
Rebecca her worried stare fixing on Adams: The babies! What happened! I need to know they're alright!
Adams reaching up and brushing the hair from her face: You passed out, that's all, I'll send Johnny into town to fetch Dr Evans, the poor man must be sick to death of this place! Look Becca, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout, I should've been more tactful, but you know tact isn't always my strong point!
Rebecca smiles half-heartedly as Adams gets up to leave, her mind still racing from their surprisingly bitter feud. Without a word she watches her lover exit, pondering the gulf between them which seems to be widening by the day. Ever since Frank it hadn't been the same, together with the inescapable class divide and Andrew's temper, and for a fleeting moment she wonders if their love can survive
Later that evening the housekeeper was standing in the laundry, absently folding some of Rebecca's petticoats that Lizzie had forgotten to pack, however in reality her thoughts were far from the task in hand. What had happened over dinner, one minute she could have sworn Walter was flirting with her, breathing against her neck and touching the sensitive skin of her shoulder and then all of a sudden just because she told him she was going away, even though he wasn't going to be here he withdrew, sulking like a spoilt child.
It was as she was so preoccupied that there was a sudden clash and clatter; practically jumping a foot into the air Flora whirled around her hand on her chest in an effort to stop her heart from leaping out of her chest. Immediately concerned someone was somewhere they shouldn't be she headed deeper into the laundry, holding one of the wooden paddles out in front for protection. Hunting round the large copper boilers it wasn't long before she found the culprit. Chuckling to herself more from relief than anything, the housekeeper walked forward shooing the dastardly hound Monty before her as he turned and bolted from the room.
Turning round she strolled forward intent on returning to her task but on stepping out from behind the shadow of the largest copper she caught sight of something that made her blood run cold and her breath stifle in her throat. Leaning against the wall, as confident and content as if he had been there for hours was Frank Keneally.
For a moment neither spoke, Flora having to concentrate hard on not visibly shaking from fear. However Frank seemed in no hurry to break the uneasy silence, instead he continued to lean against the wall, most of his face hidden in shadow and so the housekeeper missed the lascivious glint his eye, the only thing she could see was the unnerving grin that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. Panicking slightly Flora realized he had her trapped, standing where he was he effectively cut off the only exit from the laundry and such a thought made her palms sweat with fear as they curled tighter around the heavy paddle.
Suddenly as if bored with this stalemate Frank pushed himself away from the wall stepping slowly towards her, almost casual in his approach but even that was enough to get her heart racing. Determined to maintain the distance between them, and hopeful use it to her advantage to escape Flora backed away her eyes locked on the Valet mirroring his every move. However in her preoccupation she failed to notice the pile of neatly folded stable rugs stacked directly in her path, stepping backwards quickly she suddenly found her foothold slipping.
Throwing her hands out to save herself her grip on the paddle loosened and it rolled out of her grasp towards the valet. Panicking at the thought of loosing her only protection Flora flung herself after it, lading hard on the floor as she scrabbled towards the paddle, relief flooding her features as she managed to get a hand to it. However just as she tried to tug it towards herself, a well-polished shoe descended promptly, pinning it to the floor. Glancing upwards Flora had to suppress a shiver at the look of unadulterated victory that shone out of Frank's eyes.
Frank reached out to her, willing her to take his hand so he can feel the softness of her palm against his. 'What's wrong – Flora? Got two left feet have we?' Frank chuckled, all the while holding his fixed smirk at her discomfort.
Ignoring his offer of assistance the housekeeper scrabbled to her feet, automatically moving to brush the miniscule particles of dirt from her voluminous skirts, whilst all the while her eyes roamed the room searching for another convenient weapon. When nothing came to hand Flora realized the only way out of this room was to bluff her way out. Taking a deep breath in order to calm her voice, she tried to regain her mask of authority before speaking. "What are you doing in here so late, don't you have duties to attend to? Surely by now your lush of a master will be requiring your assistance, he must have something for you to mop up?"
Frank cocked an eyebrow, his eyes raking over her as he decided not to give her the pleasure of any sort of answer. No, watching her backing away from him gave him all the power he needed to reduce her to a shaking wreck, and soon the prize would be his. He hadn't told Francesca who he had been fantasizing about in the Orangery for the simple reason that it was to be his and the housekeeper's little dirty secret, after he had picked his moment to tell her of course. And with Lady Rebecca leaving, this would give him his perfect opportunity to wear Flora down until finally she succumbed to the Keneally charm and gave him what he wanted – the chance to violate the closest thing to Jarvis' heart.
"Well what's the matter Keneally Cat got your tongue?" Flora snapped, shaking her head in disgust at the Valet's apparent complete lack of manners. "Well fine you may not have your duty to carry out but I most certainly do!" She added confidently, stepping forward intent on pushing right past the Valet and striding out the room.
However just as she drew level Frank darted across directly blocking her path, but still resisting the urge to touch her, that could wait, but even so he took the opportunity to get as close as possible. Frank tutted, pouting in mock disappointment as he lowered his face so his lips were only inches away from Flora's ear so as he spoke his hot breath would brush against it. 'Don't you want to talk to me?' Frank breathed, his voice low yet demanding. 'You must be so lonely, a woman in your position.'
Snorting and trying to keep the fearful waver from her voice retorted bravely. "And why should I talk to you? I have friends I can talk to, although I doubt you'd know anything about that!"
'Who?' Frank laughed, looking around him as if someone would appear in the room and declare themselves Flora's oldest and dearest friend. 'You don't have to pretend with me, you know, I understand it must be hard, what with Lady Rebecca leaving.' Frank sighed, shaking his head as an amorous smile crept across his lips. 'Oh, what a woman she is, I am most disappointed I never got to show her what she has been missing out on for so long.'
Disgusted Flora didn't trust herself to answer that, her anger at his cruel treatment of her friend overruling any remaining shred of self preservation she pushed her hand against his shoulder intent on physically shoving him out the way, but Frank clasped his own hand over it anchoring her to the spot. Panicking Flora wrenched her hand out of his grasp, backing up quickly, this time any thought of her destination far from her mind, all she wanted was to be as far from him has possible
Smiling broadly to himself Frank mirrored her movements this time rapidly closing the distance between them, herding her into a corner; it wasn't long before he had her trapped between the stonewall and the largest of the copper boilers. This time he didn't stop, invading personal space until he was barely inches from her and could feel her rapid shallow breaths caressing his face. Slowly he reached out a hand, intent on caressing her arm but Flora jerked away from him, shrinking back into the corner, turning slightly away from him.
Frank continued to let his hand hover near her arm as he felt that same exhilarating feeling of desire he had experienced when he pinned Rebecca's arms to her bed. 'Now, now Flora, this is exactly like the trouble I had with Becca, one minute giving out certain signals…….Oh, I'm sorry, I'm being so ungentlemanly towards you, I'll start with the niceties – those flattering words of courtship that must be uttered before we move on to the next stage. What a lovely dress you are wearing, you do look positively radiant in black, it makes your skin look so much more pure, almost virginal if you can imagine such a thing! Would you please accept my invitation to talk, I thought you may have things – well – that you wanted to get off your chest, metaphorically speaking of course.'
"I have nothing to say to you…You better leave me alone Mr Keneally or have you forgotten what happened last time, you'd better not lay a finger on me…" But her voice was starting to waver, and she was unable to meet his eye, terrified of seeing his intentions laid bare.
'Or what?' Frank retorted, replacing his grin with a lustful lick of his parted lips, his eyes fixed down on the panting chest of the housekeeper. Oh, how he wanted to simply run his fingers along her curves and down her slightly exposed cleavage, he just had to keep his cool and wait, this one he vowed would not get away in the end.
"You know what!" Flora retorted but her heart wasn't in it.
Frank smiled, he could see that Flora's masked panic was beginning to slip and the colour rising in her cheeks. 'Well, who is going to stop me from doing what I like? I can't see anyone desperate to come to your rescue, there's nobody here beating down the door THIS time to ruin my bit of fun! Where is Mr Jarvis anyway? Was he meant to meet you here but FORGOT!' The valet grinned at his own poor joke, made all the more funny by Flora's lack of amusement. 'Oh come on, even you have to admit it's a little bit funny, old Jarvis not remembering a Goddamn thing! Well it's certainly convenient for me anyhow!'
"Leave Walter out of this!" Flora riled, shaking slightly. "Besides there are always people around…."
Frank's brow furrows as he pretends not to recall Will then says 'Hmm, surely there's someone else who should be trying to save you, although I can't think….' Suddenly, a feigned expression of realisation lights up Frank's face and he chuckles. 'Ahh yes, I knew there was someone else, seems you've got a bit of a liking for working your way through the male servants – only the handsome ones, of course. A lady's got to retain some of her dignity at least!'
"I don't know what you're talking about…. Making trouble like always, well I don't have to listen to it!" Flora replied, her voice trembling as she swiped at the few stray tears that had escaped down her flawless cheek.
The smug valet grins, loosening his necktie a little before resting his hand against the wall causing Flora to jump and cower. Before closing her eyes as Frank grunts and reaches out to brush the hair from her face; his fingers gently running down the side of her cheek and down her neck as his breathing began to quicken in anticipation.
Instinctively Flora lashed out, using her remaining strength to strike him, her nails heading towards his face and Frank remembering the damage she did last time roughly grasped her wrists. Growling slightly in annoyance at this bloody insolence from a woman – he had been faced with this cheek before with Grace and Rebecca and he was damned if this little minx was about to get the better of him.
Roughly, Frank grabs Flora's upper arm, digging his nails through her dress and into her skin and shaking her firmly, causing the housekeeper to squeal in fright. 'How many times do I have to say this!' Frank spat furiously, 'I don't want to hurt you, I just want to be friends, to talk, maybe comfort each other, eh?'
"Oh like you just wanted to be friends with Rebecca at first?" Flora hissed, the tears spilling freely down her cheeks.
Frank sniggered, pushing Flora up against the wall and into shadow, his voice still a low hiss, 'Rebecca may have been a Lady, but I could tell she wanted more, but who could blame her with only that good-for-nothing under butler to bed each night? She encouraged me, lead me on, let me touch her leg, but like all women she couldn't make her mind up. One minute I've got me hand down her stocking, the next she's smashing a vase over me head, the stupid cow!'
Frank's spiteful glare suddenly softened, and he nuzzled Flora's ear with his nose, but his voice remained steady and low and full of desperate longing. 'But I don't think you're like her, why else would Jarvis have rushed to your side after everything? Yes, you're a woman you knows her own mind, and if you decide on something no matter how distasteful it may seem a first, you would see it through to the bitter end. Well, my darling Flora, you certainly seemed to know your own mind when you bedded – or should I say romped with – that servant. That other one I mentioned.'
"Your crazy, sick in head…You'd better be damn certain of what you're saying, you're whole position is at stake." Flora added, her bottom lip trembling in fear.
Sighing, Frank nods slowly and runs his finger teasingly over Flora's dry lips. 'Oh, I am certain, make no mistake. Down to every last……sordid…..delicious….spine-tingling detail. You should be proud of your efforts, even dear old Rosie, oh and the other one who has had the pleasure of certain Taplows clientele, Dirty Gertie, aren't even in your league it seems!'
"Why am I not surprised that you'd be an expert on those two ladies…Not like any decent woman would let you anywhere near you, Grace was so lucky to get away from you, George Cosmo is so much better for her…."
'Was it cold out there?' Frank cut in angrily, moving his hand to his belt and tugging at it, 'it must have been a little nippy, although I'm sure that would have been quite obvious to our mysterious servant once he had progressed a little with your corset. I suppose the hay must have been a little uncomfortable, unless you're more of the sort who likes to take control of the situation.'
Frank gulped hard at the thought of this, but told himself to remain calm, it was very nearly time. 'Maybe there was method in your madness however, I suppose a stable must have it's compensations, and you could scream as loud as you liked and the night watchman would dismiss it as a distressed donkey or something. I bet you like a good scream, don't you Flora? I know I do, it must be that Irish fire we both share.'
"I am nothing like you, nothing, you disgust me…. You know nothing about me, nothing, and you never will!"
Frank's gaze focuses on Flora's lips and neck as he began to close the small gap left between them. 'You must have enjoyed it,' Frank sniffed, 'he seemed very certain that you had got an awful lot from it, something about it being the best sex of your life? Which, incidentally, isn't possible as you have yet to experience that, very soon that little comment of yours will be very much out of date. Although I expect he was probably just bragging, the cocky sod.'
Stunned to silence as the implications of what Frank has said finally registers and the knowledge of what damage he can cause hits home, flora was unable to prevent the valet taking advantage of her distraction. Suddenly impatient Frank leans down pushing his lips forcefully against hers and pins her arms against the wall as he rubs himself up against her. As he reaches down to pull up her skirts as he had done with Francesca only hours earlier, Flora struggles against him but he has her cornered trapped between the wall and the large copper boiler.
Pulling away slightly frank smiles sadistically at her terror, trying to seize her wrists and stop her from clawing at him, managing to grasp both her wrists with one of his and trying to raise them above her head, his other hand moving to the fastening on her dress as his mouth moved down from her lips to kiss down her neck and across all the skin exposed by her dress, emitting small animalistic grunts as he gets himself worked up.
Furiously Frank pulls at his trouser buttons, however before he can slip a hand inside her loosened dress and cop a more conclusive feel he hears a noise, someone making their way down the corridor, cursing Frank can only glare at the brightly burning lamp the only real sign that anyone was still in the laundry.
Placing his hand over flora's mouth he strains his hearing trying to make out who it is ruining his evenings entertainment. He hears Adams call out for the housekeeper, asking for a quick word about Lizzie and the vacant housemaid position. Reluctantly because he can't risk the under butler walking in and spotting them he releases the housekeeper.
Stunned flora stands there for a moment unable to believe he;s actually letting her go as he hurriedly fastens his belt and buttons. Then suddenly she darts towards the door, but frank grabs her arm and she wimpers slightly in despair.
He whispers menacingly in her ear; "We will continue this most agreeable exchange at a later date, when we are granted some privacy and just in case you feel the need to tell people about our little private discussions I feel I ought to warn you. If I hear one rumor, I would have no qualms revealing to all and sundry what a dirty little slapper you really are!"
And with that he released her, slumping back in the shadows as he watched the housekeeper flee to the door, this was just another score he had to settle with that blasted Andrew Adams, but he'd make sure he got his just like he'd make sure he sorted that elusive Flora Ryan good and proper at the next available opportunity
Over the last few days, Grace had been building up her courage to talk to George. Charlotte was right, she wasn't prepared to throw away the last 2 years of her life without a fight. Surely nothing was so unbearably that they couldn't get through it? This was them they were talking about, together they could get through anything.
That night the atmosphere in the lower servants dining room was more tense and quiet than usual, and no one could quite put there finger on what was wrong. The room was emptying quickly, it seemed people were finding the silence impossible to sit through. Slowly when they were only a few people left, Grace took a deep breath and made her way over to George, tapping him gently on the shoulder to get his attention. He jumped and broke his stare.
George: Jesus! Don't do that! I told Charlotte the other day not to do- He stops when he sees who it is. She swallows slightly and whispers.
Grace: May- may I have a word please… if you have a moment… I wouldn't want to trouble you if you are busy or some-
George cutting across her: Do I look busy? He chuckled slightly, obviously trying to bring some laughter into their awkward conversation and she giggles as best she can. I absolutely run off my feet. she smiles Of course you may have a moment, you may two… but just for you… because you're so beautiful. She glances up at him and blushes. He catches her eye and she looks quickly down again. Shall we? Standing up. She nods and follows him out of the room.
They walk silently down the corridor, ever now and again, one of them would look up and then quickly stare at there feet again, as they saw the other looking, finally Grace broke the silence.
Grace: It's a shame about Lord Hugo isn't it… he was a real gentleman.
George: Not really my type Grace, surely you know that.
Grace: Should have been Lady Mary instead of him. But could you imagine what it would have been like for Mrs Ryan if it'd have been Jarvis. George could tell she was getting increasing nervous now, she was beginning to ramble, which she always did when she was in a state. I mean it's been hard enough for Lady Rebecca, but could imagine. What if Mrs Ryan had never lost her child, could you imagine having to bring up a child by yourself. The two of them deserve to be happy don't they, George. These weren't questions, and even if they were, she wasn't letting George answer them anyway Could you imagine if-
George: Grace. cutting across her, for the second time
George: Poor Lady Rebecca, she's in a right-
George: What did you want to talk to me about? cutting across her, for the third time and finally making her silent. She doesn't answer for a moment.
Grace: "What if it had been George that had gone through that ice?" That's what Charlotte said to me. And I can't get those words out of my head. It's… awful. The same words ringing through in my ears… and I know they won't go away until I answer the question.
George: And what is the answer?
Grace: You know. He shakes his head I would have been heartbroken. I would never have been able to forgive myself… EVER. The tears well in her eyes I've hardly slept, I've hardly eaten… I've hardly stopped thinking about since we argued. I wouldn't have been able to carry on, if you were in that bed instead of Lord Hugo. She breaks down and begins to sob Promise me you're never going to leave me. He slowly wraps his arms around her, supporting her shaking form and made that promise, ripping his heart in two. He screwed up his eyes and bit his bottom lip, wishing he knew it was true. Wishing he knew he'd always be there for her. Ever so slowly she pulled away and looked up at him. You know I would never tell a living soul any secret of yours. Just like I'd never expect you to tell anyone a secret of mine.
George: I know that.
Grace: Then why can't you tell me this. George pulled away and leant back against the wall. Thinking for a moment, should he tell her?
George: There is only one person in the world, save myself who knows this Grace, knows the truth. She smiles ever so slightly and walks towards him You must not feel bad about me.
Grace: Why would I feel bad about you? Laughing nervously, but stopping at the worried look on his face. His eyes had no depth and his face was pale. His breathing was slow, but heavy and hot against her cheek.
George: Because this is something you don't want to hear. You just have to trust- He stops as there is a clatter behind them, they both spin round and see Frank swaggering down the corridor.
Frank: Don't mind me. He smirks, realising he was interrupting something important. Don't look at me like that. You're standing in the middle of a corridor, you're bound to get people walking past. Get a room… but still I can't guarantee no spectators. Leave me a corner to stand in, so I can watch, or a keyhole is just as good, even if after a while it hurts your knees. Grace look at him in disgust, pushing past him, swiping at his groping hands and storming away.
George: Go get a life Keneally.
Frank: Why bother when I can play a bit in everyone else's life? Eh? George makes his way to push past him, but Frank places a hand on his chest and pushes him back up against the wall. Leaning in, he hisses in his ear Watch it Cosmo… then adds If that is your real name?
George: What's that supposed to mean? Frank doesn't answer, just smirks, before turning and swaggering down the corridor. He loved it when days went this well. That was enough to keep Cosmo on the edge. He'd stuck gold this last week, he had Lady Francesca giving him a seeing too ever so often, he had Flora Ryan shaking in her drawers, Jarvis wrapped around his finger and was beginning to build up his information on George.
Frank had connections all around the continent, never mind the country. As soon as he had got Cosmo's character he had got a got a mate to check it out. As expected George hadn't worked at any of the listed places. However what did come as more of a surprise was his most recent letter… there was no record of any George Cosmo in this world. He'd set his men to work. Search for any man named George on the run, or any man named George who had died 2 years ago. Not easy, but it was something to work and Frank Keneally wasn't about to give up quickly.