Chapter 29
FITZ SHOULD HAVE slept that night. Particularly since hed slept little since leaving Londonwhat was supposed to have been a holiday in Scotland having turned into a period of sleeplessness and drink. Hed hunted very little, indifferent to the sport for the first time in his life. Indifferent to everything for the first time in his life.
And the feeling apparently followed him to London.
Fuck.
Another problemthat had nothing to do with profanity. He found himself uninterested in sex unless Rosalind was involved, that disinterest not only disturbing to his bachelor spirit but also leaving him with considerable free time on his hands. Hed picked up the telephone to call Clarissa at least a dozen times that evening because fucking her was a mindless amusement and he could use both at the moment. But each time hed stopped just short of making the call and poured himself another drink instead.
Christ, he hadnt been sober since leaving London.
Nor did he break the cycle in the next few hours.
It was nearly two when he walked into Stanleys bedroom and woke him. I was wondering how your day at the bookstore went, he said to the startled young man hed shaken awake. Sorry, he said with a smile, I cant sleep. As Stanley scrambled out of bed and pulled on his robe, Fitz sat down, took another drink from the bottle hed brought with him, crossed his legs, and looked as though he was settling in for a lengthy conversation.
Well, sir, Stanley mumbled, racking his brain for some pertinent facts with which to regale his master, who apparently hadnt slept since he was still dressed, albeit casually sans jacket and tie. There was a steady stream of customers throughout the day, starting very early in the
What did she look like when she walked in? Did she seem angry? Exhausted, I suppose. What did she say to you?
Understanding the reason for this late night visit, Stanley took a chair across from Fitz. Mrs. St. Vincent was very courteous, Your Grace. She asked no questions but replied to my greeting most graciously. She went directly upstairs when I told her Miss Eastleigh was waiting for her.
She didnt seem angry?
No, sir, not at all.
I thought I heard you up, Julia cheerfully noted as she walked into the room.
You have excellent hearing, Mother, Fitz drawled, his mothers apartments well away from Stanleys room.
I couldnt sleep, she pleasantly said, smoothly lying. Fitz had been closemouthed and drinking heavily when shed come home from her evenings entertainment; she was concerned enough to check on him. Is Stanley going to help at the bookshop again tomorrow?
Fitz gave her a sardonic look as she stood in the doorway. Do you know everything?
Really, darling, as if the servants dont talk. I hope Mrs. St. Vincent is none the worse for her unfortunate arrest. She could have been asking after Rosalinds bridge score so bland was her query.
Shes fine, Fitz brusquely replied.
She looked quite well, Your Grace, Stanley politely interposed, trying to appear undisturbed by his employers presence at two in the morning. Her friend Miss Eastleigh said she fell asleep early.
Excellent. I expect she was exhausted after her ordeal.
Yes, apparently.
The dowager duchess smiled at her son. You should do something nice for her, dear.
I shall, Mother.
But not jewelry, darling. Shes not like the others, as youve already discovered.
He could have asked,
What would you suggest?
since he had no clue, but the last thing he wished to do at the moment was discuss his love life with his mother. Ill think of something, he crisply said.
A small silence fell.
I have some business to discuss with Stanley, Mother, if you dont mind, Fitz murmured, raising the bottle to his mouth and drinking a large draught.
A faint frown creased Julias brow. Youve been drinking a good deal, darling.
Ill stop tomorrow, he suavely said.
She pursed her lips at his facile and obvious mendacity. Very well, darling. She nodded at Stanley. Call for Darby if you need help getting him back to bed. Ill see you at breakfast, dear.
Once his mother was gone, Fitz peppered Stanley with further questions about Rosalind, the store, Sofiawell aware that he was obsessed yet unable to quell the formless turmoil in his mind. And drinking obviously wasnt the answer, if there even
was
an answer after his heated encounter with Rosalind in the carriage.
I forgot to mention, sir, two of the footmen watered Mrs. St. Vincents garden in the back. They said it was suffering from the heat.
A full-blown green and flowering prospect appeared in Fitzs mind, the closest thing to an epiphany hed ever experienced. The weight of the world suddenly lifted from his shoulders. In preparation for bringing this newly revealed truth to fruition, Fitz set the liquor bottle on the floor, turned to Stanley, and smiled.
What do you know about roses?
Very little, sir. That was my mothers domain, along with the gardener, of course.
I need all the information you can find on rose gardens. First thing tomorrow. Ill talk to our gardeners as well. The roses out back seem to be flourishing. Those are roses, rightin those beds around the fountain?
Yes, sir.
Good. Excellent. Ill let you get some rest now, Fitz said, coming to his feet, a plan quickly forming in his mind. Thank you for your time.
Youre very welcome, Your Grace.
Youll check on those roses first thing tomorrow? he asked, moving toward the door.
Immediately, sir.
Perfect. Youre a very accomplished young man, Stanley.
Thank you, sir.
Fitz swung back as he reached the doorway. I need a sizeable number of roses. Did I say that?
No, sir. How many would you like?
Enough to fill a small yard. Im not exactly sure; Ill see that you get the dimensions.
Fitz strolled away, smiling, his spirits much improved. He rather thought hed found something other than jewelry to warm the ladys heart.
Chapter 30
FITZ BUSIED HIMSELF writing two notes on his return to his apartments. The first he addressed to Sofia. He explained he needed her help, described briefly what he had in mind, and enclosed several large bills as a token of his appreciation. Next, he wrote to his architect a rather lengthier message, detailing some changes he required in the development plans for Monckton Row. He sealed both letters, set them on his desk for morning delivery, promptly went to bed, and slept like the proverbial baby.
He woke up at nine thoroughly refreshed, arranged for his messages to be delivered, quickly bathed and dressed, and arrived in the breakfast room well before his mother. In fact, hed read most of the
Times
and was on his second helping from the array of food on the sideboard when Julia walked in, Pansy trotting at her heels.
Fitz looked up and smiled. Good morning, Mother. I need some advice on roses.
Certainly, dear. What would you like to know? He wasnt drinking, he looked rested, he was dressed, and from the remains of food before him, hed actually
eaten
something for breakfast. All clearly excellent signs.
Have you ever had an epiphany?
Dont say youve turned religious, his mother responded, wondering if his present repudiation of drink had to do with some strange religious experience.
No, Mother. Nothing so radical. An idea came to me last night completely without warning. A very good idea, I believe. He smiled. Something for Rosalind other than jewels youll be happy to know.
Julias smile was sunshine bright. I am indeed, although I knew youd think of something, darling. Shes a most delightful young woman. Unlike so many others youve amused yourself with, she added, sitting down at the table and nodding to have her coffee cup filled by a servant who stood by. Not that a young man shouldnt take his pleasures, but I must admit, Id hoped your heart wasnt involved with all the frivolous ladies of your acquaintance.
Are you disparaging your own kind? Fitz drolly inquired.
I beg your pardon? I do believe I take an interest in things other than fashion and gossip. My racing stud is as good as yours, and if I didnt help support our local politicians, you would have to pay for all those elections on your own. Not to mention, my charities are well funded and well run.
I was only teasing, Mother. Youre not frivolous in the least.
I should hope not. I forgot to mention my support of the suffrage movement. A cause by the way that Mrs. St. Vincent is actively involved in I understand.
Fitz looked up from his kippers. Who told you that?
I forget, Julia airily replied, dropping two sugar lumps into her cup. Now whats this about roses? she queried, not wishing to continue a conversation about her monitoring Fitzs activities.
Understanding he was more or less defenseless against his mothers meddling, he decided he might as well put it to good use. Recently, Rosalind saw a lovely rose garden and was lamenting about the state of her roses, which are a disaster even to my unpracticed eye. Things look rather brown and wiltedno doubt the hot weather is somewhat to blame. But, regardless, Fitz went on, leaning back in his chair, I thought Id surprise her with a rose gardensomething green and lush and blooming. Bring her faded garden to life as it were and in the process, hopefully put myself back into her good graces.
How clever you are.
His lashes lowered faintly. Well see. She may not like it.
Of course she will. What woman doesnt like roses? Not one, Julia briskly said, answering her own question. Now is this a surprise? It must be of course. She smiled. Women love affectionate surprises as you no doubt know.
Ive noticed, Fitz murmured, smiling back. Ive already asked her friend, Miss Eastleigh, to lure her away from her apartment this evening in order to give us time to plant the garden.
Capital! This will be such fun, darling. Ill ring up the gardener immediately and begin making plans.
Stanley is doing some research on roses as well, so stop and see him on your way out. Ill see to the setting up of lights for the workmen. We wont have much time. Three hours at the most.
Matheson will arrange for the men. And, darling, you cant imagine how many new roses have come on the market lately. Every woman I know has added scads of roses to her garden. I dont know if youve noticed, but your rose garden is rather nice out back.
I have, he politely lied. Thank you, your taste is excellent.
A word of warning, darling; some women have what they call friendship gardensyou know, plants that are mementos of family and friends. So make sure nothing is pulled up that might have that look.
His brow furrowed. That look? How do you recognize it?
Oh, dear, if I didnt have a diplomatic dinner to attend with Kemal tonight, Id come and oversee the project. Never fear, she crisply added, I shall warn Matheson. Hes very good, you know. An understatement for the man who managed all the lavish gardens on Fitzs estates. Dont worry about a thing, darling. You will have your garden.
HIS MOTHERS ASSURANCE wasnt sufficient to persuade Fitz that his gesture would produce the requisite results. Nor could he fault Rosalind for being angry with him. He had played a rather major role in her imprisonment; that it had all been a misguided blunder did not excuse him.
He was gratified to receive a reply from Sofia shortly after noon, promising to carry out his wishes. He went out to talk to Matheson after that, only to find that the head gardener and his mother were out shopping for roses. But in answer to his questions, another of the gardeners took him around the garden and pointed out a great variety of roses in every imaginable color. And none were in the least wilted, Fitz was pleased to see. Which meant he could indeed deliver on the little patch of Paradise hed been picturing in his mind. Not that a few little trifles of jewelry might not be advisable. An added token of his affection just in case.
Which thought brought him to a standstill on the steps of the terrace, the essential question: exactly how much affection was involved in this effort of his? That decisive calculation was not yet completely resolved in his mind. He knew he wanted Rosalind more than hed ever wanted anything, but for how long? he asked himself, not unaware of his past record with women. He must decide before he saw her again. This time, with this woman, he darent make a mistake hed live to regret.
Softly swearing, he continued his ascent and entered the house through the library. A few minutes later, he left word of his destination for his mother, and after a quick detour to Greys, he rode out to Mertenside for the afternoon.
He needed peace and quiet.
He needed to think.
Chapter 31
ARE YOU MAD? Why would I go to a Thompson lecture?
Because Dr. Maud Warren is giving the rebuttal, Sofia said, leaning against Rosalinds counter and smiling at her. Mauds new research disputes all of old Thompsons outdated theories about womens inferiority. It should be exciting; the hall will be packed with women.
Im not sure I need that kind of excitement; the police will be there in force. The police presence at events such as this was meant to intimidate.
We can sit in the back and leave if things get out of control. Say youll come. Violet and Christina will be there. We should lend them our support.
The two young ladies were just beginning their college careers, having received scholarships at
Girton College, Cambridge
, thanks to Rosalinds training sessions. If theyre going to be there, Rosalind murmured, perhaps we should go. Her Saturday night lectures
were
about inspiration and change after all.
Well come home directly after. Ill have you back by ten at the latest.
Good. Its been a busy day. Rosalind smiled. Although, I do adore Maud Warrens poise in the face of ranting, self-righteous men like Thompson. It should be amusing.
Absolutely. Thompson always begins shouting when his theories are disputed, as if the louder his voice, the more persuasive his argument will be. If nothing else, Thompsons temperamental sideshow will help take your mind off Fitz, Sofia kindly observed, aware of Rosalinds dreams last night, not to mention having heard the full litany of Fitzs transgressions at dinner.
Im not sure anything will take my mind off Fitz. Despite every effort to resist, she thought of him constantly. Its stupid, I know. Im probably the five hundredth woman whos passed through his life, and none of us has left so much as a ripple on his psyche.
You never know, Sofia replied, although she was careful not to say more. Fitz wasnt exactly known for his permanent attachments. His note may have been nothing more than a seduction ploy.
Oh yes, I do, Rosalind firmly said, her pragmatism coming to the fore once again. Im not his style if he even has one, which isnt altogether certain since he amuses himself with women of every age, rank, and description. And hes not
my
style by any stretch of the imaginationshe grimacedhis obvious and impressive charms aside, of course.
Darling, look, if nothing else, your thoughts will be diverted for a few hours at least. Fitzs impressive charms were too much in demand for her to offer Rosalind any false hope. And well also learn something about Mauds new research. Apparently, female test scores at the universities have been exceeding mens in every discipline.
Rosalind chuckled. I could have told them that, although its wonderful that Maud has evidence to document the fact. Have you ever thought about going to university?
Sofia shook her head. Not when Im making so much money with my painting.
Once my finances are in a better state, I just might apply.
Good. You spent too many years taking care of Edward. Its about time you thought of yourself.
And if Fitz enters your life again, youll have someone to pay your university fees.
My thoughts exactly. Along with reminding herself to stop her useless brooding about Fitz.
Ill be here at six. Well have a quick supper at the tea shop on the corner before we walk to the hall. Crossing her fingers behind the screen of her skirts, Sofia smiled and said, I dont think youll be sorry you went.