A Refuge at Highland Hall (32 page)

At her soft words, he glanced at her. “What's that?”

“I listened in on your conversation with Andrew when you were in the stable.”

His spirits sank. She'd heard him admit his mistakes that led to the crash. He set his jaw and stared across the shadowed parkland. “Well, at least now you know the truth.”

She turned questioning eyes on him.

“There's no way around it. My poor judgment caused that crash.”

“That's not what I heard, not at all.”

“Don't try to soften it for me, Penny. I made mistakes, and I'll be paying for them for the rest of my life.”

“It's not your fault you ran out of fuel or that your plane broke down.”

“Maybe not, but I was trained to weigh the risks and make better choices. And that day, for some crazy reason, I thought I was invincible.” He swallowed hard. “I risked it all, and lost everything.”

“Everything?” Pain tinged her voice.

He turned to her, and he read the sweet longing in her eyes. But it was no use. He must have been crazy to think he had anything to offer her. “Look at me, Penny. I'm not the same man I was before the war. I have no idea what I'll do when I leave Highland, how I'll even support myself.”

Her lips trembled slightly and she pressed them together.

Regret rolled over him in a crushing blow. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I never meant to hurt you.”

She lifted her chin. “Well, I'm not sorry.”

Her words jolted him.

“The injury to your eye is a great loss. But at least now I know you'll survive this war and you'll have a future.”

He shook his head. She didn't understand. “I have to find some kind of work to do, and I have no idea what that will be. Maybe in a few weeks, when I'm done with this sling, I can write to my old captain and see if he'll take me back on the
Mina Brea.
”

“Please, Alex, this is no time to go to sea, not when German U-boats are sinking any ship that flies a British flag.”

“Well, I'm not trained for anything else except flying, and that's impossible now.”

She was quiet for a few seconds, then she laid her hand on his arm. “If you could do anything, anything at all, what would it be?”

Just for a moment, he let his dreams rise to the surface. There was no way they would ever come to pass now, but what harm would there be in telling Penny and basking in the glow of what could've been?

He glanced her way. “Have you ever heard of an Air Meet?”

“Yes, I read about one that took place before the war. They said it attracted thousands of people.”

He nodded. “That's what first stirred my interest in flying, but airplanes can be used for more than crazy stunts or taking people on joyrides.”

“What are you thinking?”

“When the war is over, people are going to be even more interested in flying than they are now.”

“Yes, I suppose they will be.”

“If someone started a commercial flying service, the planes could transport cargo or take people wherever they need to go. There are hundreds of ways planes could be used in business and industry. And when someone does start a service like that, they'll need people who know about airplanes to manage it for them.”

A glowing smile lit Penny's face. “I know just the man who could do it.”

“Or maybe I could team up with another pilot and teach people how to fly. I could handle the ground training, and he could take students up for practice flights.

“That's a wonderful idea. Or you could set up your own company with a whole flock of airplanes and hire pilots to take people all over the country.”

He gazed out across the moonlit parkland, letting his dreams take flight, imagining what life would be like if he started his own company.

But reality quickly swooped in and pulled him back to the ground. He sighed and shook his head. “It would take a lot of money to follow through on any of those ideas.”

“Of course, you'd need investors with capital and vision. But with our family connections, and those you'll make when you go to London and accept the Victoria Cross, you could probably put the necessary funds together.”

She lifted her gaze to meet his, and hope seemed to vibrate in the air around them. Looking into her eyes, he could almost believe it was possible.

The wind picked up, rustling the leaves in the nearby trees. Clouds scuttled across the moon, darkening his view and whisking away his dreams.

“Those are fine ideas, Penny, but we have no idea how long the war will last or what shape the country will be in when it's finally over.”

“All the more reason to make plans now and think of ways we can help rebuild after the war.”

That sounded logical, but doubt still weighed him down.

She took his hand. “Remember that first day we met at the zoo in London?”

Warmth flowed through her hand into his. “Yes.” How could he ever forget?

“One of the first things you told me was that your father built several railways in India.”

He gave a slight nod, though he wasn't sure where she was taking him.

“I think you're a lot like your father. You enjoy a challenge, and you have the skills and determination to see a job through. I'm sure you could accomplish just about anything you set your mind to.” She tightened her hold on his hand. “Promise me you won't give up on your dreams.”

He looked into her eyes, and his throat tightened. Oh, how he loved her! He swallowed, trying to put words to his feelings. But the door flew open, and Lydia rushed out.

“Miss Penny, come quick!”

Penny dropped his hand and spun around. “What is it?”

“Mrs. Kate says her time's come. The babies are on their way.”

Penny gasped, then darted a quick look at Alex. “I have to go.”

“Of course.”

She stepped toward the door, then looked over her shoulder. “Thank you, Alex.”

He frowned slightly. Why was she thanking him?

“For trusting me with your dreams.” She sent him the most beautiful, hope-filled smile…and his heart took flight again.

L
ydia pushed open the back door and stepped out into the rear courtyard. A cheerful bird sang from a nearby tree. She lifted her hand to her mouth and stifled a yawn. It had been a long night, waiting for the babies to arrive, and still they hadn't come. Dr. Foster said not to worry, first babies usually took longer, but she couldn't help feeling anxious.

She took the path toward the kitchen garden, praying she'd find Marius there and be able to speak to him. She passed under the archway and entered the garden.

Four men worked among the vegetables and flowers. The lone guard sat on the bench near the far wall. Lydia spotted Marius digging in a row of carrots with a spading fork. His shirt-sleeves were rolled up, and his straw hat shaded his face.

She started down the path toward him. He lifted his head and looked her way. Relief flashed across his face.

She offered him a tired smile as she passed, then bent and picked some parsley and rosemary from the rows of herbs. He continued lifting carrots from soil, shaking them off, then placing them in a wooden crate near his feet.

When Lydia had collected a handful of each herb, she walked past Marius and out under the archway. Then she slipped into the tool room and left the door ajar. If he could get away, he would come. She brushed the dirt from the old wooden potting bench and straightened the tools hanging on the walls, anything to keep herself busy and still the trembling in her hands while she waited.

Footsteps approached, and she turned toward the door.

Marius walked in, his eyes bright. “You have news about Jenny?”

“No, but we should hear something today.”

The joy drained from his face, and he shook his head. “I can't put Siegfried off any longer. We leave tonight at midnight.”

“No, please, Marius. I'm sure we'll have an answer today. Mrs. Kate is having her babies, and Dr. Jon is on his way from London. He'll be here soon, and I can ask him about Jenny.”

Marius lifted his hand and rubbed his forehead. “What if I wait and there is still no answer? It's been more than a week since my mother wrote to tell me Jenny was ill.”

“I know. I'm sorry. I'll try to speak to him as soon as I can and bring you word.”

Marius moved closer. “I heard Mr. McTavish talking to the guard. We'll be going out to the fields when we finish in the garden.”

Lydia nodded. “Don't worry. I'll find you.”

“But I won't be able to get away to speak to you when I'm in the field.”

“Then I'll come to the camp tonight.”

“No! That's too far. It's not safe.”

“It will be all right.”

Weary lines creased his forehead while he weighed the decision, then he took her hand. “All right. I'll meet you by the tree at eight, but please be careful. And if you have no news, or you can't get away, don't come. I'll understand.” His voice broke and he looked away.

“Either way, I'll come.”

“Don't risk it. If there's no news, stay home.” He tightened his hold on her hand. “This may be the last time we see each other,” he whispered.

“Please don't go, Marius.”

“I have to, but it's hard for me to leave you.”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and he tenderly brushed it away, then kissed her forehead. “Take care, Lydia. Don't forget me.”

“You will always be in my prayers.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek, then she hurried back to the house, swallowing her tears.

Penny ushered the children into the great hall after breakfast. Alex and Andrew brought up the rear, continuing their conversation about training the pony.

Helen met them at the bottom of the stairs, holding Emily and Irene by the hands. “Good morning, miss.”

Penny scanned the hall. “Is Lydia coming?”

“I'm not sure, miss.” Helen sent an uncomfortable glance toward the doorway to the servants' stairs. “I saw her at breakfast, then she said she had to take care of something.”

Penny sighed and rubbed her forehead where a headache was beginning to build. She'd been up until one, waiting for the babies to arrive. When Dr. Foster told them it would still be several more hours, Julia encouraged her to go to bed and get some rest.

Penny had been surprised to wake at sunrise and learn Kate was still in labor. Why did it take so long for babies to be born?

She glanced at Alex as they walked toward the library. He looked rested and as handsome as ever. Apparently, the fact that twins were on their way hadn't kept him awake last night. He took a seat in one of the chairs near the fireplace. Donald and Andrew claimed chairs on either side of him. He certainly seemed to have won those boys' loyalty. The other children settled in around the room without any fuss.

Penny took a copy of
The Secret Garden
from the end table and handed it to Lucy. “Would you read for us?”

Lucy nodded and opened the book.

Penny took a seat next to Rose. “I believe we're at chapter seven, ‘The Key to the Garden.' ”

Lucy found the page and began reading. She had a pleasant voice, and soon they were all wrapped up in the story of Mary Lennox, the lonely little girl who had lost all her family and been sent to Yorkshire to live with her uncle at Misselthwaite Manor.

Footsteps sounded in the great hall, and Mr. Lawrence passed the library doorway. The front door opened.

“Am I in time?” Jon's voice rang out. “Have the babies arrived?”

“Not yet, sir,” Mr. Lawrence said.

Penny rose from her chair and crossed to the library doorway. Jon charged past and bounded up the stairs.

William took off his hat and handed it to Mr. Lawrence. “Is Lady Julia upstairs?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you tell her we've arrived?” The butler nodded. “We had to rush off without breakfast. Would you ask Chef Lagarde to prepare something simple for us?”

“Right away, sir.” Mr. Lawrence strode off across the great hall.

William turned to Penny. “So, today you'll become an aunt.”

“Yes.” She looked up the stairs. “I'm just sorry it's taking so long. Poor Kate must be exhausted.”

“I think Jon is the only one who is glad about that.” William glanced toward the upper gallery. “It seems strange for a man to be in the room with his wife at a time like that, but he insists it's entirely proper, since he is a doctor.”

Penny smiled. “Yes. I'm sure it will be fine.”

The door to the servants' stairs opened, and Lydia stepped into the great hall. Her eyes widened when she saw Penny and William. “I'm sorry to be late, miss.”

Penny waited a moment, thinking Lydia would give an explanation, but she didn't. “The children are in the library. Lucy is reading aloud. Will you help Helen keep an eye on them?”

“Yes, miss.” Lydia hesitated and looked up the stairs. “Have the babies arrived?”

“Not yet, but I think it will be soon.”

“Very good, miss.” Lydia hurried toward the library.

Alex looked out of the library doorway. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, please come join us.” Penny motioned to William. “This is my cousin, Sir William Ramsey.” She turned to Alex. “And this is Lieutenant Alex Goodwin. He's been a wonderful help to us the last few days.”

William shook Alex's hand. “Of course, I've heard a great deal about you. We're very happy to have you here at Highland.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“William!” Julia looked over the railing in the upper gallery, then quickly started down the stairs. “The babies have arrived. A boy and a girl!”

Penny gasped and lifted her hands to her mouth. How wonderful!

“Thank the Lord!” William exclaimed.

Alex beamed Penny a broad smile. “Congratulations, Aunt Penny.”

“Is Kate all right?” William strode across the hall and met Julia halfway up the stairs.

“Yes. She's tired but very happy. Jon arrived just as the second baby, his son, was born.” Julia stepped into William's embrace. “I'm so glad you're home.”

William held her for a moment, then stepped back and looked at his wife's face. “How are you, my darling? I suppose you've been up all night.”

Julia nodded. “I'll be fine. Don't worry about me.”

Lydia looked out the library doorway. “Can we go up and see Mrs. Kate and the babies?” Her gaze darted from Julia to William, then she quickly added, “The children are all very eager.”

“Let's give them a bit more time,” Julia said. “I'll let you know when Kate is ready for visitors.”

Lydia's eager expression waned. She bit her lip and looked toward the upper gallery.

“Don't worry, Lydia. I'm sure everything is fine.”

Lydia nodded, but she still looked anxious as she slipped back into the library.

That was odd. They were all eager to see the babies, but why was Lydia so disappointed about the wait?

William turned to Julia. “Have you eaten this morning?”

“Not yet.”

“Then come with me, and we'll find some breakfast.” William took Julia's hand, and they walked into the dining room.

Penny sighed and looked at Alex. “It will be even more of a challenge to keep the children quiet now that they know the babies are here.”

“Why don't I take them outside? We could go for a walk down to the stream. That ought to keep them occupied for a while.”

“Would you?” Penny lifted her gaze to meet his. “That would be such a great help.” Perhaps then she could see Kate and her new niece and nephew without the children crowding around.

“Of course, I'd be happy to. Enjoy some time with your sister and the babies. I'll manage the crew until luncheon.”

“Thank you. You are a dear.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

His smile spread wider. “I'll have to take them out more often if it will earn me a kiss.”

She laughed and touched his arm. “That was just a kiss on the cheek, and quite proper between friends.”

He lifted his eyebrows, and a teasing light glinted in his eyes. “So that's what it was?”

“Yes.” She returned his smiled. Then she turned and hurried up the stairs, but as she passed the landing, she glanced back at him. “Thank you, Alex.”

He looked up at her, admiration—and perhaps more—shining in his eyes.

Penny felt so relieved and happy she almost floated up the stairs. Though the storm clouds of the war still cast a shadow over their family, today there was a break in the clouds, spreading light and hope. Jon had made it home in time to share in the joy of the twins' arrival, and Alex's wounded spirits seemed to be on the mend.

And best of all, his heart seemed to be opening to hers.

An owl hooted in the woods to her left, and shivers raced down Lydia's arms. She wrapped her sweater around her more tightly and hurried down the road toward the camp. The sun had disappeared behind the trees only a short while after she left Highland, and the sky had darkened from dusky purple to deep navy blue. The moon was almost full, and a few tiny stars lit the path before her.

She wouldn't let the night sounds or the darkening sky slow her steps. She had an important message to deliver and no time to waste.

The road rose and curved to the right. At the top of the hill, she stopped and scanned the scene below. Hundreds of tents spread out in the valley. Five long wooden buildings stood in the center of the camp. A few lanterns lit the paths between the tents, and several more hung at the main gate and around the wood-and-barbed-wire fence enclosing the camp.

Her gaze followed the fence line to the southwest corner. She spotted the elm tree Marius had mentioned as their meeting place, but it was surrounded by open fields. Her stomach clenched. What if they were spotted?

She slipped her watch from her pocket and squinted to check the time. She'd left the house just after six, and it had taken her almost an hour to walk here. If she waited another hour to meet Marius, she wouldn't be back at Highland until after nine. Surely someone would miss her by then. What if the doors were locked? How would she get inside?