Secrets of a Summer Night
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Dinner consisted of thick cuts of well-cooked beefsteak, sided by pudding and the barest spoonful of vegetables. Suppressing a wistful sigh as she thought of the cuisine they had enjoyed in France, Annabelle worked diligently on the heavy slab of beef.
Before long, Meredith engaged her with a friendly comment. “Annabelle, you must tell us more about Paris. My mother and I will soon be touring the Continent for the very first time.”
“How wonderful,” Annabelle exclaimed. “When will you depart?”
“In a week, actually. We’ll be gone for at least a month and a half, starting at Calais and finishing with Rome…”
The conversation about travel continued until the meal was concluded, and a cook-maid came to clear the plates while the family retired to the parlor for tea and sweets. To the children’s delight, Jeremy sat with them on the floor near the hearth, playing jackstraws and helping to restrain the puppy. Annabelle sat nearby, watching their antics while she conversed with Simon’s older sister. She couldn’t help but notice that Simon had disappeared with his mother, whom she guessed had many questions for her oldest son about his precipitate wedding and the state of his marriage.
“Oh, blast,” came Jeremy’s exclamation. “The puppy’s made a puddle on the hearth.”
“Someone please find the maid and tell her,” Sally said, while the children laughed uproariously at the ill-mannered puppy.
Since Annabelle was sitting closest to the door, she jumped up at once. Entering the next room, Annabelle discovered the cook-maid still clearing away the remnants of dinner. After Annabelle informed her of the small mishap, the girl swiftly went to the parlor with a handful of rags. Annabelle would have followed her, but she heard the sounds of conversation coming from the nearby kitchen, and she paused as she heard Bertha’s low, disapproving voice.
“…and does she love you, Simon?”
Annabelle froze where she stood, listening intently to Simon’s reply. “People marry for many reasons other than that.”
“She doesn’t, then,” came Bertha’s flat statement. “I can’t say as I’m surprised. Women like that never—”
“Have a care,” Simon murmured. “You’re speaking of my wife.”
“She makes a pretty ornament for your arm,” Bertha persisted, “when you go among higher-ups. But would she have married you without your money? Would she stay by you in times of trouble or want? If only you had given a second glance to one of the girls I tried to match you with. That Molly Havelock, or Peg Larcher…good, sturdy girls who would be true helpmates…”
Annabelle could bear to hear no more. Controlling her expression, she slipped back into the noise and light of the parlor. Well, that’s what comes of eavesdropping, she told herself ruefully, wondering if Bertha’s opinion of her could sink much lower. The criticism hurt…but Annabelle had to acknowledge that there was no overwhelming reason for Simon’s family, or his mother, to like her. In fact, Annabelle realized that in all her pondering over the benefits of marrying Simon, it had never occurred to her to question what she could give him in return.
Troubled, she wondered if she should say anything to Simon about what she had overheard and immediately decided against it. Broaching the subject would only force him to offer reassurance, or perhaps apologize for his mother, neither of which was necessary. She knew that it would take time for her to prove her worth to Simon, and his family…and perhaps even to herself.
Much later in the evening, when Annabelle and Simon had returned to the Rutledge, Simon took her shoulders in his hands and regarded her with a slight smile. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“For being so agreeable to my family.” Pulling her forward, he pressed his mouth to the top of her head. “And for choosing to overlook the fact that they’re so different from you.”
Annabelle flushed with pleasure at his praise, suddenly feeling much better. “I enjoyed the evening,” she lied, and Simon grinned.
“You don’t have to go that far.”
“Oh, perhaps there was a moment or two, when your father was discussing animal entrails…or when your sister talked about what the baby did in his bath-water…but on the whole, they were very, very…”
“Noisy?” Simon suggested, his eyes glinting with sudden laughter.
“I was going to say ‘nice.’ “
Simon slid his hands over her back, massaging the tense places beneath her shoulder blades. “You’re taking to this wife-of-a-commoner business fairly well, all things considered.”
“It’s not so bad, really,” Annabelle mused. She ran a light, flirtatious hand along the front of his body, and gave him a teasing glance. “I can overlook quite a lot, in return for this…impressive…well-endowed…”
“Bank account?”
Annabelle smiled and slipped her fingers into the waist of his trousers. “Not the bank account,” she whispered, just before his mouth closed over hers.
The following day, Annabelle was thrilled to be reunited with Lillian and Daisy, whose suite was in the same wing of the Rutledge as her own. Squealing and laughing as they embraced, the three of them made far too much noise, until Mrs. Bowman sent a maid to tell them to be quiet.
“I want to see Evie,” Annabelle complained, locking arms with Daisy as they went to the suite’s receiving room. “How is she faring?”