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Two Years Later:
"Thank you good sir, I should be glad to say you will not regret such an investment" Wickham gave his most charming smile to a wealthy American man.
The man was one of good fortune, he owned a string of clubs in New Orleans. He was young, having just inherited these clubs from his deceased father. He was not particularly good looking, but that was not what Wickham was interested in anyway.
For years Wickham had made a fine living by talking wealthy men and women into investing as much of their savings as he could, into some grand idea, or buying stocks into whatever was popular that might interest the investor.
This of course, was a sham. Wickham had no connections to the stock markets, nor did he have any grand ideas that needed to be invested into.
The charming man would simply draw up papers suggesting that he did, and con his way into the pockets of some unsuspecting man or lady. Wickham found this a rather easy thing to do, it was not nearly as difficult as he had expected it to be. Though, with a handsome face, charming smile, and a way with words, things were rarely too difficult for Wickham to handle.
"I should hope not" The young man stood and shook Wickham's hand. He then placed his top hat upon his head and nodded a bit. "I must let you to you're work" He smiled pleasantly and left. What a nice lad. But oh so naive. Wickham grinned at the signature at the bottom of the page as he lifted it up.
In the time he and Lydia had arrived at America, he had managed to secure them a secure spot in the upper class, along with wealth he never thought he'd have unless he married into it. "Off to the bank" Wickham stated as he grabbed the check the man had left to cover the investment.
Wickham always cashed the checks right away, to be sure he had the money in case one of his "clients" Suddenly lost their fortune before he could gain it. That was something about New Orleans Wickham had noted soon after his arrival.
No matter how rich a man is, they had no problem spending it on wine and good fun. Wickham had never truly knew what a city built around fun was like until he had come. He and Lydia were like ducks in water, it was as though the city had been built for them, a party every night, but never the loss of title or dignity.
Wickham put on his coat, hat, and left the office (one in which he had rented for the purpose of using it as a part of his long con) . It was not a long walk to the bank, luckily for him, as on his way, he spotted something he had hoped not to see for a much longer time.
Wickham had passed right by a wanted poster for both himself, and his wife, Mrs. Lydia Wickham. It made Wickham glad that he and Lydia had never bought a home in New Orleans, otherwise the police would know right where to go.
Clearly Wickham's game was up, it was time to go.
Wickham lowered his hat over his face slightly more, then continued through the crowd as though he belonged there. He finally entered the bank, and walked straight up to a clerk. He in silence, passed the check through.
It seemed as though word had not gotten out of Wickham's wanted poster, as the clerk simply right a long, and gave Wickham the stacks of cash. Wickham quickly bagged it all, and left the bank, not too fast as to arouse suspicion. Though as soon as he was out the door, the clerk must have remembered his name.
"WAIT! STOP! OFFICER! A WANTED MAN!"
Wickham began to walk quicker through the crowd until he was right into the middle, going along with the sea of people. He could not help his smirk as an officer ran right past Wickham, thinking surely this supposed wanted man would have run.
The nice featured man then continued on to the hotel he had been staying in. He had not stayed for long, and Lydia would often change hotels. Wickham would tell Lydia that they changed hotels due to some odd problem, or that the staff had booked their room to someone else by mistake, though the true reason was of course, in case he became a wanted man. He did not need everyone knowing exactly where to point their fingers if such a disaster had occurred, and as of now, it had finally happened, all the hotels however, had one thing in common. They were all the best that money could afford.
George and Lydia Wickham certainly had expensive taste.
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As Lydia soaked in a bath filled with bubbles and floral scents, Wickham entered their room. "Wickham? Is that you?" Lydia called from the tub when she heard their door open.
Wickham hurried into the bathroom, holding one of Lydia's knew dresses. "Quick, dress yourself, it is time for us to go"
Lydia frowned, she made no move to get up. "Wickham, surely the staff won't mind us being a half hour late checking out, and they made no mention to me of us having to go" She stated as she leaned back into the water again. "what hotel will you take me too this time? Or have you decided to buy me a house like all the other ladies have" Lydia asked as she looked at her wedding ring, she had insisted Wickham get her a knew one with a better diamond.
"We are not going to another hotel, we are to return to England" Wickham responded as he began to lift Lydia from her bath, he simply didn't have time for her games.
Wickham considered leaving Lydia if she did not want to cooperate, only, however much it pained him to say, he feared he might miss her. Lydia was spoiled, loud, inappropriate, rude, and rather bratty right along with selfish, but Wickham had grown used to her.
He had grown used to her ranting on about trivial matters, and gossiping just to hear herself speak, and even her self pitying ways. As annoying as it could be, it also amused him on more then one occasion.
"England?! Why are we returning there?! Are we to get Little George back?!" Lydia asked excitedly with a grin as she clung onto the front of Wickham's shirt.
Wickham nodded and put his hands on his wife's bare hips. "Yes, but if you do not hurry and dress, we will never make it to the ship on time" Wickham lied, he supposed they could regain their child if Lydia wanted it, but this was not at all the reason for his wanting to leave so abruptly.
He knew it would not be long before they were found, and so he had wanted to be long gone before that could happen. Though Lydia of course could not know that, Lydia was oblivious to many things, and her husbands occupation was among them. Wickham had told Lydia he invested into a good stock, and now they were rich. Lydia bought this ridiculous story, whether she knew it was a lie, or deluded herself into truly believing it, was unknown. Though odds were, she deluded herself into believing such a thing.
Lydia grinned and attempted to hug Wickham, though he was quick to pull away. "Mrs. Wickham! Calm yourself, You will soak me too, dry yourself and dress as fast as you can" Wickham ordered her then left the bathroom and reached under their bed, pulling out many bags filled with many pounds of money.
It was not long before Lydia was ready to leave. "Wickham, I am ready!" She exclaimed with a smile.
"good, there ought to be a carriage waiting for us in the front, I had the hotel ready one for us" he said as many of the bags as he could. "Come Lydia, I'll come back for the rest" Wickham decided as he could not carry it all at once, and did not trust any servant to touch them.
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Once on the docks, Wickham hurried to purchase a room aboard a ship for their voyage. He simply paid the man in cash, and gave extra to keep him quiet as Lydia and Wickham boarded the last ship to England for the day, and set off on their return journey to their home.