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Chapter Two

The Next Sunday

It was uncharacteristically early for me to be up, but I was sitting in the dining room, sipping a cup of steaming hot tea. Mmmm. Mother was still in bed. Who can blame her; it was only five past seven in the morning. I had woken up early and couldn't get back to sleep. My hair was braided to mid-back length in a loose side plait, and I had my lacey dressing gown thrown over my nightdress. I will ask Jane to run me a bath, at a more appropriate time.
All of a sudden, a knock on the door drew me from the lonely table. Who on Earth could be knocking at this hour? In the light rain that had started to fall, as well? I pulled my gown closer around my exposed cleavage and unlocked the door. My God, it was Mr. Andrews!

"Mr. Andrews, what on Earth are you doing here?" I exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Miss Barbour, but I need to talk to you." He told me. I took his wrist and pulled him in from the rain. I took him into the sitting room. "Would you like anything?" I asked in an overly-polite tone.
"No, thank you," He replied. "Look, I'm sorry about the other day. Wasn't at all like me. Would you still like to…. Go for a drive?" Mr. Andrews offered. He seemed quite sincere in his apology. But how could I go out, un-chaperoned, with a man that I have only met once? I mean, that is the very height of scandal! Ah, stupid etiquette. What could possibly go wrong? "I would like that, yes…. But I must get dressed." He smiled at that. He seemed to look at my low-cut dress. "Yes." He agreed. I set a cup of tea down for him before hurrying upstairs. I roused Jane from her sleep, and she tied up my corset for me. The ghastly things. I pulled a simple cream day dress over my head and did my hair, before rushing downstairs.
All through this Mother did not stir. Mother. I quickly scribbled a note for her and left it with Jane to be given to Mother when she woke up.

Thank God, he hadn't left yet. He was sitting, reading a book on the sofa. "Are you ready?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm ready."
"Then let's go."